Laundry Room


Summary: Dirty laundry and fantasies mix. Will Sam get to live out a fantasy he has with Jules in his apartment complex basement laundry room? Will they get caught or interrupted if they do? What are Sam's and Jules' thoughts on their budding relationship?

Timing: Sam and Jules secretly dating the first time, early on just getting to know each other.

Rating: Budding relationship and steamy in places but no explicit words.


Sam's Apartment – 2:00 am

Jules plopped down on Sam's couch. Today had been a long shift. The first day of transitioning to the noon to midnight shift was always tiring. Tomorrow would be better. She watched Sam as he grabbed two beers for them from his fridge.

Sam turned and headed to Jules. He grinned as he said "Wanna stay the night?"

Jules sighed "I would like to but I need something clean to wear. Everything in my go bag is dirty."

Handing Jules the beer, Sam sat next to her on the couch. He really wanted her to stay tonight. So he said "I have something that might fit you for tonight. I need to do some laundry too, so we could just go down to the basement laundry room and do a load or two together."

"Sam it's two am. Who does laundry at two am?" Jules laughed.

Giving Jules a lopsided grin he answered "SRU constables that work noon to midnight. Come on, it's open twenty-four by seven. That way you don't have to drive home after drinking that beer. Safety first you know."

Jules chuckled, "Oh so now you want to talk safety. Where was that thinking when you jumped in front of that car and aimed your MP5 at the driver to get him to stop?"

Sam shrugged "He stopped didn't he. He didn't get away with that kid. That's what is important."

Reaching out and patting Sam's knee Jules shook her head "You know Sam that was not the brightest move you have made in a while. We could have shot out the tires and stopped him without you putting yourself in danger like that."

"But the car could have crashed and the kid was not in a carseat. Do we have to rehash debrief? Ed laid into me enough already" Sam sighed.

Feeling badly for making Sam recall Ed's tongue lashing on unacceptable risk, even though she had agreed whole-heartedly with Ed, Jules changed the subject "What do you have for me to wear?"

Sam brightened. He took a quick swig of his beer then headed to his room.

A few moments later Sam returned with one of his smaller t-shirts and a pair of basketball shorts and said "The shorts have a string in them that you can cinch tight. The shirt will be big on you but …."

Sam gave her a boyish expectant look.

Jules put her beer down and stood up. Right there in his living room she shed her clothes and was standing in front of Sam stark naked.

Sam sucked in a breath as his eyes roved over Jules' perfect body. He loved looking at her. Sam was so glad Jules was not a shy, demure woman but a confident, self-assured one that did not hide her body from him. As he gazed at Jules his body began to react.

Jules seductively sauntered over and took the shirt and shorts as she said "Later soldier, laundry first."

He could only stare as she dressed in his clothes. Sam wanted them back off her and to carry her into the bedroom. The anticipation of later had his blood rushing. Sam watched as she gathered her clothes from the couch and then got the rest from her go bag. He was mesmerized just watching her movements.

Having gathered all her clothes Jules turned back to see Sam rooted in place staring at her. Wow! She loved the effect she had on him. It did her ego good to know that she could stop Sam in his tracks like that.

Jules saw the evidence in his body of the effect she had. Sam's eyes were smoldering and his shorts showed a definite bulge to them.

She smiled and said "You said you had laundry too?"

Jules' words pulled him out of his fantasy. Sam wondered if he could make that fantasy a reality. Would Jules be game for it?

Sam cleared his throat and adjusted himself slightly then said "Yeah give me a minute to grab them."

Jules picked up her beer and watched Sam's backside as he headed into his room. Truth be told Sam did the same thing to her that she did to him. Sam could be fully clothed and she could imagine the taut, heated skin that covered his body.

At first Sam had been shy about his body in front of her. Jules could sense it was due to his scarring. But she never saw the scaring now. The first time she had spent a lot of time tracing all his scars. It seemed to help Sam. Now she liked to draw ever smaller circles on his chest. It was no longer about his scars but about touching him.

God, she loved the feel of his skin against hers. At those thoughts Jules' breasts became taut and she felt a rush of warmth below. Just thinking about being with Sam made her ready.

Sam came out to the bedroom carrying his basket of dirty clothes. He noticed Jules had not moved except to pick up her beer. Her eyes had taken on a smoky, sexy look. Sam thought that maybe, just maybe his fantasy could be reality.

The two of them headed for the door eyeing each other intensely as the sexual tension building between them ratcheted up a notch or two or ten.


Basement Laundry Room at Sam's Apartment – 3:00 am

They had loaded the laundry into two of the six machines then Jules had hopped up onto the top of one of the washing machines. They had engaged in seductive, innuendo laced conversation while the laundry washed. The sexual tension was strung tautly.

When the washer started the spin cycle and vibrated under Jules, she looked at Sam with a wanton expression. That was all it took for Sam to leave the chair he had been straddling as he talked to Jules.

The need had been growing for an hour. Both had felt it and allowed the feeling to increase and increase with their playful sexual banter over the hour. The need overtook both of them.

Simple words were no longer enough. Action was needed.

Jules and Sam embraced in seconds. Their lips met in a frenzy of kissing. Hands freely roved over and under shirts as the need to connect physically demanded to be heeded.

Sam yanked at the string tie loosening the shorts on Jules. He let go as Jules yanked his shirt up and off his body. But his hands were back in moments.

Jules sank her teeth lightly into Sam's shoulder and moaned as Sam's fingers found her and began to work their magic. The vibration of the washer and his hands were driving her wild with need.

Sam sucked on Jules neck, low enough that it would not show. He needed to mark her as his just as she was marking him. Jules' biting was rougher but the tweaks of pain only intensified his desire and made him grow even more rigid with need.

When Sam felt the hot rush on his fingers and tensing of Jules' body combined with Jules' muffled cry of ecstasy into his shoulder, he could wait no longer. His fantasy was going to be fulfilled. There was something exciting in his head about getting down and dirty in the clean laundry room.

Sam removed his hand from her shorts and heard Jules' whimpers of protest. He shoved the elastic waist of his shorts down enough in the front to expose himself. The leg holes of the shorts Jules were wearing were large enough to allow him access without removing her shorts.

Jules was coming down from heights only Sam could take her too when she felt him. Her brain did not comprehend how he was inside her and she was still wearing shorts. But in short order it didn't matter how, only that he was.

His motions were demanding as he drove hard. Sam was taking her back up the peak. Her head fell backwards as Sam's passionate sounds filled her ears. She gripped his shoulders to stabilize herself. Then she wrapped her legs around him giving him more access.

Sam was lost in passion. The need to experience Jules, feel her, taste her, smell her and see her was all consuming. His hands pulled her hips to him in rhythm of his deepening strokes. His mouth sought out Jules' mouth.

Their kisses were hot and hard as they plundered each other's mouths as moans and cries escaped.

Jules' toes curled tightly as she was reaching her release, again. Every muscle in her body was rigid with anticipation. When it overtook her, sensations coursed through her whole body.

Sam felt Jules' release. Her muscles clenching brought him hard and fast to his own release. He rasped "Juuuules" as he buried himself to the hilt one last time.

He came down slowly as shudders rippled through his body. He gazed into Jules' eyes as some semblance of sanity returned to him. Jules could drive him to distraction so easily.

When he was with Jules nothing else existed. He heard and saw nothing but her. She was his everything in those moments. His whole world.

Jules heard a squeak, squeak, squeak that sounded like a wheel that needed oil badly. She looked at Sam and saw he was still lost in their world of passion. It always took him longer to come out of the haze than her.

The squeak was steady and coming closer quickly. Jules disengaged her legs and pulled Sam's shorts up for him. Jules saw he was just beginning to come back and she urgently whispered "Sam someone is coming. Quick put on your shirt."

Jules shoved Sam's shirt into his hands then shimmied down off the washer and stepped away from Sam.

Sam blinked as Jules shoved the shirt into his hands. She was there one moment, him inside her, now she was gone and he felt bereft. He wanted to be connected still. He looked at his shirt and that's when he finally heard a squeak, squeak, squeak.

He pulled his shirt down over his chest just as Mrs. Stark, his elderly neighbor across the hall entered the room.

Mrs. Stark looked surprised "Oh dear, I thought the laundry room would be empty at this hour."

Turning a shade of pink at almost having given his elderly neighbor quite a show Sam said "We are almost done with the washers. Just needed to wash a few things before work tomorrow. I'm on the noon to midnight shift right now."

Coming fully into the room Mrs. Stark eyed the pretty thing sitting in a chair and asked "Sam where are you manners boy? Are you going to introduce me?"

Sam cleared his throat and looked at Jules. He grinned as he said "Mrs. Stark this is one of my teammates Jules Callaghan. She was just keeping me company while I did my laundry. Jules this is Mrs. Stark my neighbor across the hall."

Jules stood up and held the shorts up with one hand, not having enough time to retie them, and shook Mrs. Stark's hand "Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Stark."

Mrs. Stark noticed Jules' attire. She may be old but she wasn't dead. She had heard them when she exited the elevator. She had pushed her laundry cart back and forth making it squeak to alert them of her presence. Sam had good taste in ladies. Oh if she was only a young maiden perhaps she could give this lovely young woman a run for her money with Sam.

She said kindly "Very nice to meet you Jules. Sam is such a nice boy. He used to get Mr. Happy's food for me."

Jules turned to Sam with a quizzical expression "Mr. Happy?"

Sam answered "Mrs. Stark's border collie. He was nineteen years old and passed away about a month ago."

Mrs. Stark looked forlorn and wiped a small tear from her eye.

Sam asked "Have you given anymore thought about getting a puppy?"

A smile lit on Mrs. Stark's face "Yes, yes I have. I'm looking into that now. It will have to be another border collie. They are the smartest dogs."

Jules left Sam and Mrs. Stark talking as their washers finished. She quickly retied the shorts then moved the clothes to the dryers then rejoined them. Sam and Jules helped Mrs. Stark load her clothes in the washers. The three of them then sat talking while the wash was running.

Sam moved Mrs. Stark's laundry to the dryers as Jules folder their clothes.

Jules could see the look on Mrs. Stark's face as she folded her clothes. The old lady was not ignorant but she was classy and did not say a thing. Jules liked the lady.

They said goodbye to Mrs. Stark and Jules left the room first. As Sam headed out Mrs. Stark stopped him "Sam."

"Yeah?" he said turning towards her again.

Mrs. Stark smiled at Sam, pulled him closer and whispered "Sam, you be a gentleman and treat that one good. She's a keeper."

Sam grinned "Will do Mrs. Stark. Oh and when you get a puppy just let me know and I'll resume dog food duties."

As Sam headed out Mrs. Stark smiled as she watched him jog to catch up with Jules and take the laundry from her. She knew that Sam was a rare man. She hoped that little lady Jules realized just how lucky she was.


Sam's Apartment – 4:00 am

Jules had her head lying on Sam's left side of his chest as she drew ever smaller circles on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat. Sam gently stroked up and down Jules' naked back.

He chuckled.

Tilting her head up Jules asked "What's so funny?"

Sam lifted his head and kissed her nose "We almost got caught making my laundry room fantasy a reality."

Jules grinned. She would let him think they had not been caught, but she knew better from the looks Mrs. Stark had given them. Besides, the squeak of the wheels went on too long for Mrs. Stark to have walked directly from the elevator to the laundry room. Jules was certain Mrs. Stark had tried to make them aware of her presence.

She would let him think they got away clean doing the dirty in the laundry room. Instead she said "So you fantasized about doing it in the laundry room."

"Yeah" Sam said in a slightly distracted voice as he was replaying tonight in his head. Reality had been much better than his fantasy. He would never be able to do wash again without imagining Jules sitting on that washer.

Jules saw the glazed over eyes in the dim light coming in from the moonlight. She asked in a sultry voice "So do you have any other fantasies soldier?"

Sam looked into Jules' amorous eyes. He rolled so that he was on top of Jules and landed an ardent kiss. He pulled back ever so slightly and said "Many and they all involve you."

He leaned back down and began a trail of light kisses down Jules' neck. The two engaged in slow, tender love making.

When they both reached the pinnacle again, Sam fell to the side and he looked up at the ceiling. Both were sated for now.

Sam thought that life was good. Being with Jules was great. He might just have to see if he could make a few more fantasies come to life with Jules.

Jules snuggled up to Sam and sighed. Tonight was both exciting and tender. Sam was so different from any man she had ever dated. She could lose herself in him. It scared her a bit. She had worked so hard to achieve things she wanted.

Giving herself completely to another scared the shit out of her. If her father could discard her what would stop a man from doing the same thing? If she let herself get lost in a man and he left her too she did not know if she could survive that.

Jules thought it was better to hold back. Not commit. Protect her heart and not lose herself.

But Sam tempted her like no other. What they had was hot, passionate, raw and exciting. But also so very tender too. Sam was so attentive and tender.

As Jules drifted off to sleep she wondered if she gave herself completely to Sam would she ever regret it.

Sam turned his head when he heard Jules' regular breathing. She had fallen asleep.

He gently smoothed her hair and pulled her close. Sam could give Jules his everything. He would willingly lose himself to her. Jules was worth it. She was his beauty of life.

As Sam drifted to sleep he wondered if Jules could ever feel the same way towards him. If she would ever trust him enough to let him show her he would never hurt her. That he would always be there to support her and love her with all his heart.

Sam hoped Jules would.

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AN: If my fabulous readers have any ideas for places or situations, feel free to send them to me in a review or PM and I'll see what my muse comes up with.