Disclaimer: See chapter 1.

A/N: Okay so I wanted to have this finished an up the other day, but yesterday thinking was a difficulty for me. I was not well earlier this week with I don't know what, could have been allergies, gluten/wheat reaction due to contamination or it could have been heat related, or my luck heat plus one of the other two. Anyhoo, better now and back w/chapter 4. Also did manage to get the prompt wrong; Cougar's supposed to be making Jensen blush, but honestly I don't see Jensen blushing all that easily...not that I think Cougar does either. Rambling aside I hope to have the last two chapters up by the end of the week. As usual this is unbeta'd. Also thanks to those you've left reviews, signed up alerts, or just stopped by to read.


The fourth time Jensen made Cougar blush was in a bar somewhere outside of Prague. His mission that night had not been to turn the sniper two shades of pink—it had been to entice one of the few beauties in the bar to escort him back to his room, or wherever it was that she was staying.

It had all been innocent enough, the five of them entered the bar and then went their own ways for the evening. Pooch hit the far end of the bar, while Clay and Roque disappeared pretty much completely. Cougar was the only one to stay anywhere near Jensen, settling in at a small table ten feet from the end of the bar where Jensen had the attention of some young women.

"Can you really do that?" one of the girls in the gaggle squealed in broken English.

"Just so happens I can," Jensen said, eyes flicking up to catch his Cougar's. "Can I have a cherry with a stem please?" he asked the man behind the bar, turning away from the girls and Cougar's staring eyes. Silently the man handed Jensen a shallow dish full of long stemmed cherries. "Thank you."

"All right," he said plucking the stem from a cherry, "prepare to be amazed."

Jensen's eyes scanned over the gaggle of girls as he popped the stem into his mouth. Slowly he slid the stem around his mouth, allowing his tongue to work the thin stem into a knot. Closing his eyes for a moment to feel the knot his tongue was tying in the stem, Jensen decided to go for a two knots instead of the single knot he was known for. Finished with the first knot and half way through the second one, he opened his eyes to survey the gaggle of girls excitedly chatting and sneak a quick look at Cougar, who took a long drag from his bottle of beer. Just as the girls began to complain that it was taking him too long to tie a knot in the stem, Jensen finished the second knot and pulled it from his mouth.

"And here you have it not one," he eyed the sniper, "but two knots!" He held the stem out for the girls to gawk at and mull over. Jensen's eyes slipped between the girls speaking rapidly about the blond's tongue and Cougar who was attempting to appear nonchalant as he finished the last of his beer.

Jensen smiled at the almost red color the sniper's cheeks had turned, before turning his attention back to the girls admiring the knots in the cherry stem.