Title: Color Theory
Characters: Sam, Jules
Word count: 500
Prompt: #106 – Paint
Spoilers: Between Heartbeats
Summary: An opportunist- someone who takes advantage of any opportunities to achieve something. Sam is an opportunist.
Disclaimer: Christmas is next month! And prompt belongs to flashpoint_sru.

I can't seem to stop writing for Sam and Jules, this is nuts.


"Jules, there's a smudge on your cheek," Sam commented, amused albeit mildly concerned. Getting shot certainly wouldn't stop Jules Callaghan from abandoning her home renovation. Sitting upright to spare her healing wound, she was impatiently stirring the paint. Her goal today was to re-paint her old rocking chair to match the bookcase in the study room. "Have you taken your meds?"

"Don't start being Florence Nightingale to me, Sam." She warned, a frown marring her feature.

He took in the various catalogues scattered around them. His eyes roamed over the color palettes before glancing down at the plastic container on Jules' lap. "Are you trying to re-create Lush Georgia Green?"

Jules rolled her eyes and if her side wasn't throbbing, she probably would hit him. Her tongue peeked out to lick her lips and he noticed that it was yellow-ish. Jules had recently taken up her high school habit of eating sweets ever since she got hospitalized. It wasn't the brightest move- the candy only served to rejuvenate her more than ever. She was aware of it, but there's still a small pack of the colorful sweets on the bedside table. It brought back old memories of playing tag with Natalie and having her sticking her tongue out at him, feeling proud that he couldn't catch her and that her tongue was green.

Sam grabbed the bag of fruit candy from the table before inspecting the paint catalogue. "They suspiciously sound like the title of Harlequin books Nat loved to read. Whispering White, Romancing Velvet, maybe I should send this to Nat for Christmas."

Jules blew her bangs off her eyes. "I just love to mix paints together. If you're lucky you can find colors you can't buy anywhere," she groaned, her teeth gnawing on her lips with irritation. "I want something green, a bit like Sea Green and Office Green, and maybe with a tint of Olive, you know?"

Her free hand was making animated gestures while she's talking and even though he wanted to say 'no, I don't know, it's fucking green, Jules', he didn't. She was glaring at him, clearly annoyed that he was on the verge of laughing, but with that paint smear on her face she looked like a pouty five year old.

Sam grabbed her face and leaned in, swiftly capturing her lips in a kiss. Her body went rigid for only a fraction of second before he felt her responding. Their lips fused together and she tasted like lemon.

Unfortunately, as much as he wanted to get lost in the moment, Jules was not in any condition to prime any drywall. He slowly pulled away and was glad to see her more than a little flustered. She blinked. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that about?"

Sam grinned, deliberately licking his lips in a slow, teasing manner and his grin grew bigger as her eyes widened in realization.

"Color Theory 101, yellow and blue makes green, and I just love blueberry candy."


Reviews are blueberry candies! (No, that doesn't necessarily mean a virtual Braddock kiss).