A/N: Curse my muse! Sometimes you just have to write something as it hits you, so here is a very short ficlet. Thank you to Diane for betaing as I wanted to get it out and now kind of thing. This is set after the Better Angels episode, which was J/S perfection...
Disclaimer: CBS still suck, and Jack Malone of Without a Trace is still the man. I do not own him or the series, but I do in my mind.
Passing Time.
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In the break room, she turned and he was right there, their eyes barely making contact as his face bent down to hers.
…9
Their lips met with an urgency that matched the moment.
…8
This wasn't the time and certainly not the place but she didn't care.
…7
Their tongues clashed as his arms went around her, fingers digging into her body.
…6
Her hands traveled to his hair, grabbing what it could.
…5
Their bodies were pressed against each other, his hand traveled to her breast, gently but firmly pressing it, feeling the nipple harden. Her hand in turn reached around to roughly grab his ass, pulling him firmly against her.
…4
His face rasped against hers, his frenzied kisses continuing. She smiled at the familiar sensations she felt.
…3
Then, knowing they only had seconds to spare, it was back to kisses and tongues.
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They pulled away, their eyes locking finally.
…1
"Oh, Sam..." he sighed.
"Ha-ppy New Year!" the few voices of the skeleton staff in the office cried out, whooping and hollering.
Samantha reached out a hand, stroking his cheek while lightly wiping off some lipstick.
"Happy New Year, Jack," she whispered, smiling, grateful for the brief moment, knowing they really had to put in an appearance in the bull pen.
There was a missing person case going on, after all.
"The same to you, sweetheart," he smiled in return as he stood back from her, putting his hands safe in his pockets to stop further temptation.
Until later.
Xx--