Written for Flashpoint_SRU prompt #12 – Retaliate.
Retaliatory Strike
"What the hell?" Sam exclaimed as he slammed into the floor, having fallen off the bed after being doused with ice cold water. He looked up to see Jules standing over him with a now empty glass, laughing.
"We broke the alarm clock last night," she shrugged, gesturing at the remains of the clock radio on the floor, where it had been knocked the night before.
"There are nicer ways to wake a guy up, ya know," he grumbled, shaking his head and splattering water everywhere.
"Maybe, but none quite so amusing," she grinned and he narrowed his eyes at her predatorily.
"You… will pay," he said, the look in his eyes promising retribution as untangled himself from the sheet and stood up, walking slowly towards her until he was pressed up against her.
"Really," she whispered, looking up at him and making no effort to create any distance between them.
"Oh, definitely," he said, his voice low and dangerous, though she could hear the hint of playfulness that lurked behind the not so veiled threat.
Then, suddenly, her grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her to the bathroom, kicking and screaming the entire way as she attempted to wriggle out of his grasp. He dropped her down in the shower, and before she could make a move to stop him or attempt to get out of the shower, he turned on the water, making sure to leave it at the coldest setting.
"Sam!" she shrieked as the torrent of freezing water hit her.
"Retaliatory strike, baby," he grinned as she pulled him into the shower and he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her passionately.
It was probably a good thing the water was cold, he mused, as she pushed him up against the shower wall.