AN: this is the shortest chapter of the whole fic, so I apologize for it being short. As the next chapter is from Jen's POV and much longer I couldn't cut it in half, so this will have to stay like this.
Thank you all for your support with what is actually more of an experiment for me, namely a fic with strong sexual content.
Spent a whole wonderful day outside, cleaning and polishing my bike in the wonderful sun (finally after months of disgusting weather) for 6 hours till it shone, which is the reason for the late posting.
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Harm's fight with Sandman was slow and long, contrary to his usual manner of waking instantly.
He'd returned from his investigation early, having taken another flight and gotten home a little after 2 in the morning. He'd been so exhausted that he just stripped and fell into bed, falling asleep even before his head had hit the pillow.
He frowned in his sleep. Something wasn't right.
There was a weight on him, not an oppressive weight, but not a familiar one either.
Actually, it had been familiar at one time, eons ago and his mind tried to remember exactly when and what it was.
He became aware of his body, noted the fact that he was sleeping in the nude, which was his usual choice, and that his body had already decided that it was morning and had appropriately responded.
Then something suddenly grabbed the only-fully-awake part of his body in a tight grip and rubbed him. Even though it was obviously cloth-covered, it was hot and as if made for him.
This little tidbit of information was all that was needed for his brain to finally discover the reason for why the weight was so familiar.
It was the weight consistant with that of a woman sleeping on top of him, a feeling forgotten and buried as it had not been felt in years.
Fleetingly he acknowledged that his love life had been truly pathetic for the last few years, which is why the dry spell had been so long that he hadn't even recognized the feel of a woman when he felt one, anymore.
Which is why this woke him up with the efficiency of an incoming mortar round.
He hadn't been with anyone in a long time, so what was a woman doing in his bed, more precisely, what was she doing laying on top of him?
Then the very interested part of his body was suddenly squeezed most sensually and he was unable to stop a moan from escaping at the wonderful sensation.
His eyes snapped open with the intention to reveal the identity of the intruder and he instantly regretted it.
The shock it had caused him almost made him swallow his own tongue.
"Jen!?"
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