14 - differences

Sam absently switched the channels, not really looking for anything specifics. Medical drama. Soap. Another medical drama - non Canadian this time. Procedural drama. A Springsteen concert. More procedural. A teenager throwing tantrum cause daddy didn't get a BMW for her sweet sixteen. Evening news. A show about rich kids that Natalie probably religiously watched every week.

He saw Jules coming out of his room from his peripheral vision, and after making a brief stop at the kitchen to make some tea, she joined him in the connected living room. She put her mug on the table and squeezed herself beside him, not giving him time to scoot over that she ended up half in his lap. It didn't look like it was bothering her, and the position was certainly cozy.

"Seems like we're running out of room to sit." He teased, glancing at the empty sofa by the windows. Didn't want her to get any idea, he wrapped his arm around her back, holding her in place.

He handed her the remote and after commenting about how reality shows had everything but reality, Jules finally settled on the evening news. He grazed his fingertips over the arm thrown over his torso, thinking about how the pre-SRU Sam would probably have gone out and hit the bar downtown to pass the time. The sweet smelling scent of Jules' shampoo beneath his nose and the strands of hair tickled his cheek were more than enough to remind him that things had changed. That he had changed. That there's nothing about this he would ever change.

The weatherman was talking about the snow blizzard that could potential hit the city in a couple days when Jules lifted her legs to rest them on the small ottoman that came with the armchair. She miscalculated, however, not taking into account how Sam was stretched out that the footstool was pushed further back than usual to accommodate his height.

There's a dull thud when the balls of her feet hit the floor.

Sam tore his eyes away from the television. It didn't take him long to figure out what had happened, especially when Jules nonchalantly swung her legs over and rested them on top of his.

He looked at the dark red nail polish on her toes, marveling once again at how feminine she always was when she wasn't wearing the cool pants. As if she could sense his line of thoughts, her toes gave a nervous wiggle.

He had never told her about this, and probably never would, but he loved their height differences. Loved how he loomed over her and gave her the sense of security she would never admit she secretly enjoyed. Loved how when she was wearing one of his shirts, the hem would almost touch her knees like it was a cocktail dress.

Now, the simple sight of her legs resting on top of his was endearing, but it still didn't take away the fact that her cold feet were perhaps a good foot away from the stool. The corners of his lips twitched.

"Don't," she warned, always able to read his mind.

"I didn't say anything."

"Just… don't."

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