TITLE: Unexpected Bedfellow
AUTHOR: Vid Z.
TIMELINE: winter 2004/2005, after Mattie left..
!!!WARNINGS: fluff, graphic description of near-sexual situations, but no actual sex. Still, those who have no business reading such stuff, please stay away.
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc of the TV show JAG are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this fic. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: this was supposed to be part of an Answered Prayers Harm/Jen fic that I've been writing on and off for 11 months now and it doesn't look like it's gonna be finished soon. Lack of enthusiasm and major writer's blocks are hampering it. I hope to get it out by it's first birthday. We'll see... As for this part... the original version in that fic was actually much more graphic and somewhat different in how events, which went further, unfolded. In the end I decided to just delete it in that fic and write a milder version as a fic of it's own. Hope you like it.
SUMMARY: she had no clue where she was, how she got there or who she was with. But things were about to get even worse.
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Jen snuggled into the delicious warmth that seemed to encompass her.
It was not just merely warmth, it was actually heat and it felt great.
Suddenly she felt something between the top of her thighs, something hard, pressing against her private parts and she squeezed her legs instictively in an attempt to find out what it was.
It responded and rubbed against her, making her moan. She froze suddenly when a corresponding moan echoed in her ear.
This ice-cold bucket of water was what had finally fully awakened her.
Slowly her eyes opened, giving her a view of skin.
A wide expanse of hard muscled, male chest, the hairs tickling her nose was what greeted her stunned eyes. She'd been sleeping fully on top of a man, a naked man to be precise, her head on his chest and her legs between his spread ones, his morning erection trapped in the tight grip of her thighs, pressing intimately at her.
'Oh god, what the hell did I do last night?'
Still fuzzy from sleep she was having trouble remembering how exactly she came to be sharing a bed with a man, a naked man to be exact.
Instantly regrets popped up, for she had wanted one specific man to be her first, which is why she had deliberately avoided any closer contact with other men.
She had been succeeding for almost 3 years, what the hell had happened that she would break her promise to herself and betray, not only the man whom she had committed herself to, even though he didn't know it, but also betray her own heart. She was not the kind of woman who loves one man and sleeps with other men. What the hell had happened?
She was in the middle of a full blown panic attack by that time.
Immediately she noticed that this was not her bed and dread filled her even more. She was already formulating escape plans as she slowly raised her head, being afraid to, but knowing that she had to know who the man was.
Trepidation took over her heart as her gaze travelled up from the muscular chest.
Her heart froze in her chest as she saw just atop of whom she was laying and who's swollen member was pressing against her own groin so intimately.
Memory came back in a flood, yet it only made her even more confused.
Then every single thought left her head as aquamarine eyes snapped open and zeroed-in on her.
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