Rating : M ! This chapter contains adult themes so be aware of that please

A/N:
 This time KateEals helped me to deal with my grammar and syntax :) Thank you for that! This chapter gonna be fluffy and spicy.:) N'joy!

Disclaimer: Flashpoint isn't mine ;(

CHAPTER XIII - I`LL TAKE THE BRAETH YOU BREATH

"Jules what's for dinner," Sam asked sitting comfortably in a chair next to the kitchen counter. "Just please don't tell me you've made fish with vegetables again. I'm fed up with that junk."

Jules wiped her hands on a clean cloth and grinned. "Fish is good for you. You need good nutrition to get better. Ya' know, even though your plaster cast is gone, your arm still isn't well. And your ribs aren't recovered yet."She looked at his arm hanging in a sling with slight consternation. "I've made chicken in white wine and mushroom sauce today. And your favorite Coleslaw salad. I want to spoil you a bit."She came closer to him and kissed him on the forehead. Sam grabbed her with his healthy hand and said, "You know how I LOVE being spoiled by you."

Jules just smiled and said, "The team misses you Sam."

"Oh really ?How badly?"

"Really badly," Jules smiled and went to the pot on the stove to stir the sauce.

Sam took a sip of water and said, "I called Boss today. I told him I want to come back to Team One."

Jules glanced at him and started to put their dinner on plates. "How you gonna' do that? Your hand isn't recovered yet."

"I'll be stuck in the truck, but it's always better than doing nothing," he smiled and swallowed the first chunk of the meal Jules had so lovingly made to "spoil him."

After they finished dinner, Jules started to gently unwrapped the bandages from his hand and chest. Whilst she was massaging his torso with a salve at the fracture site, he groaned softly.

"Sorry Sam. I don't want to hurt you. But I have to do this if you want to recover quicker."

Sam pulled her closer to him and whispered with a cocky smile, "It's YOUR LOVE that keeps on healing me. No matter how bruised I am, Jules, it's in your arms that I'm recovering. No pain can harm the way I'm feeling. I really missed you." His healthy hand squeezed her buttock. She rolled her eyes and giggled.

"Jules, you know how long it's been since we've had sex? So, maybe you can try to heal me with your actual self?"

"Sam you still aren't fully recovered. I don't think…" she didn't get a chance to finish the sentence, because he closed her mouth with a kiss. A strong, passionate kiss. She didn't fight him. She just gave the kiss back. She stood up on one leg and let her hip tip up. She came up behind Sam and leaned down over his shoulder. Sam could feel her breathing, the warmth of her cheek just an inch from his. He could smell the powder on her skin, a cherry blossom tree perfume scent. Her cheek brushed his, rough because Sam had not shaved in some time. She turned her head and kissed him on the cheek. Once or twice her breathing would catch in Sam's ear, and it would tingle up through his center. Sam could feel himself flush suddenly with her breath in his ear. For the first time in weeks, he was beginning to feel pleasure.

Jules smiled and walked in front of him. She was wearing a slackblack shirt. The shirt was hanging loosely, tipping down lightly between her breasts, their weight filling the fabric, flaring at her ribs. Sam dragged her gently closer. He watched her breathing, the sweat forming on her upper lip. Her legs were covered only in shorts, and Sam could see she had been sweating. Her sweats were discolored between her one movement,he tookthe off and stroked her already wet vagina. He gently put his finger inside and whirled it slightly. He found her magic G-spot and began to fondle it. Jules moaned silently as her legs bent a bit. But she was trying to stay still, letting Sam entertain her. While his finger kneaded the G-point, his thumb was fidgeting her clitoris. Her breath began to be heavy and deep. She didn't moan. She just stared at Sam with her hazelnut eyes, eyes that right now were full of unbridled emotion. Suddenly,he felt her thighs begin to clench automatically and lightly shake. Sam quickly slipped his hand out from her legs to postpone the close moment of glanced at was looking at him, winded, eyeing him. Sam was developing a slight erection. His trousers were bulging lightly, and she seemed to notice that, because she grinned with lust. Sam laid his hand right between her breasts, touching the breastbone running up from her tummy to her neck. Tracing that narrow line with his fingertips, he ran his hand up and down her center in a straight line. He could not believe he was touching her like this. Like a precious treasure.

"Braddock, that feels nice," she cooed. "They taught you that in the ops?"

She kept her eyes closed and relaxed into the couch. Sam continued to stroke her up and down, up and down, widening his fingers so that after awhile, the flat of his hand ran through her center so that the edges of his hand werenow grazing her breasts, softly, rising on each stroked the topof her tummy, just above her navel, and drew small circles with his hand, tippling her soft skin with his fingertips. Then, he began to let his hand rise higher, up beneath her top, for the first time looking at her. She made no move. Jules was only breathing heavily, letting him play with her as he continued to rise higher and higher through her center following the breast bone to her collar. His heart was beating madly. Her shirt rose higher still, and he could see her bare breasts almost to her nipples, and still she just lay there contentedly. Smiling. Eyes let his hands open a little wider too, he let them graze her breasts a little more freely, watching her closely. Still, she did not move a muscle. Just soft little moans and silence as she settled into his legs. Skin-to-skin, the warmth of her rising around him. Sam rubbed her over and over sliding his hands down her sides, letting his fingers wander over her breasts. One, then the other, her soft flesh yielding to his touch. Little squeezes, not hard but a pressing of his fingers into her. Jules was utterly breathless, unable to talk, she just smiled with pleasure.

"I missed you so much Jules," he said breathing heavily. She took off his trousers and started to gently kiss his chest, inch by inch. Sam's eyes were glittering with lust. He moaned with pleasure when Jules softly traced her tongue in circles around his navel. She lowered her tongue's path as she reached his hard penis.

"Not today sweetheart," he said and tenderly lifted her up. He kissed her hungrily almost biting her lower lip.

"Today, I`ll take the breath you breathe," he murmured and stuck his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues were dancing a passionate tango, a tango that had spread to every part of their bodies. Through skin, Sam felt that Jules was his. That she belonged to him more than before. Every inch of her body was screaming with love for him. She just whispered that she was on the pill, and Sam came in to her sharply. He felt how her muscles tensed for a while. With his right hand he held the both of her hands high above her head. Jules put one leg on his shoulder and the other entwined him around the waist. He began to move rhythmically, looking into her eyes. He felt like his penis pinned her deeply. Jules moaned loudly and steadily swayed her hips to intensify the experience. They understood each other without words; even in sex they fit to each other perfectly. He accelerated the rate of movement of their bodies when he saw how Jules breasts began to lift quickly. Her breaths were fast and heavy.

"Let me touch you," she begged still being handcuffed by his strong hand.

"Not this time Jules," he smirked seeing disappointed on her face. He was shifting his moves from hard and deep to gentle and shallow. He was teasing her by almost bringing her to orgasm and retreating.

Suddenly, Jules uttered an unearthly groan from herself. "I will go insane if you don't bonk me strong 'till the end Sam."

Sam stopped for a moment, and grinning,pushed his hips firmly towards her. Jules leaned her head back as veins in her throat became visible. She bit her lower lip and moaned when Sam's trot turned into a gallop. He was pinning her strongly until her body bent in a bow and shivers passed through her. He made two more strong pushes, and an orgasm came through his body too.

He fell exhausted on the couch next to Jules, gasping. She put her still shaking hand onto his chest and smiling whispered, "You've just passed the stamina test with flying colors. You're ready to keep the peace tomorrow at the SRU, Braddock."

A/N : Did it make you blush a bit guys? :)

I will try to add next chapter this weekend , if you don't mind of course :)