A drabble I've had in my head since watching "Personal Effects". I LOVE this episode; it went above and beyond my expectations. I'm attempting to get my creative juices flowing again here with this short piece. I have an idea I'm playing around with in my journal to turn this into a full blown story (in which this would be the prologue) so any and all feedback is welcome. Enjoy!
"You're sure about this?"
He needed to know that she would put them first this time. If they did this, he wouldn't be able to go back and be just colleagues. Pretend he'd never caressed her face in the morning when she woke up next to him. Pretend he'd never kissed every bruise and scar on her petite frame. Pretend he didn't love her.
He wouldn't give her up, not this time. Sam wasn't a rookie anymore. Not in his place on the team and the confidence he had in his position there, or in this relationship with her. He would fight harder for them this time, work harder to make it so neither of them had to leave their family on team one. Because letting her leave again was not in the tactical plan.
"There's no place in the world I'd rather be."
Sam hadn't known he wanted to hear those words so badly. But when the mirror of the sentence he had uttered earlier came from her lips they were suddenly the most perfect thing he'd ever heard. The light smile that graced her lips and shined through her eyes pulled him towards her. The kiss was gentle and full of promise, the heat and passion from the morning still there but none of the urgency.
Grasping her hands Sam pulled Jules toward his open bedroom door. Walking through the door, hands clasped, Sam knew no matter what happened with team one he would have his own family to come home to, Jules.
Laying in a post coitus haze Sam nuzzled his face against the back of Jules head. Her breathing was slow, measured, content. He kissed the back of her head taking in the smell that was all sweat, and beautifully Jules. His arm snaked around her waist pulling her close.
"I'm not going anywhere Sam," Jules mumbled. Her fingers intertwined with his, mimicking the intertwining limbs of their bodies. "Not this time."
She had thought about a second chance with Sam more than she cared to admit. In the silence of her home at night where it had once wrung with their laughter, the missing banter at work, and his boyish grin that hadn't been just for her since she broke things off. The last twenty four hours been beyond brutal, requiring more mental stamina then when she had been shot. Every thing she believed in, her identity on team one, the careful team dynamic, the foundation she had build her life around had been torn down. With her foundation crumbling one person had stayed afloat among the flotsam and jetsam of team one.
"Jules?" Sam questioned her contemplative silence.
"I don't think I care anymore Sam," Jules responded. Rolling over into his chest Sam could feel the smile on her face. "I want my cake, and I want to eat it too."
Sam let out a laugh which rumbled through his body. The vibrations caused Jules to lookup into his bright blue eyes. His left hand caressed her arm as it slid up, over her shoulder and into her hair.
"I don't think I care anymore either, Jules."
"We're going to have to be much more careful this time."
"We'll make it work Jules, we will. I think I could make just about anything work for you."
Jules squirmed up, kissing Sam softly. Turning to his back Sam pulled Jules close against his side, her head coming to rest on his chest. As her breath evened out to the peaceful melody of one happily asleep a grin spread across Sam's face. Tonight, his life was pretty damn perfect.