A/N: I love this episode because of the diverse of Jimel in it, but otherwise the story didn't really stock to me and I didn't like it as much as I could have... which does suck lol. Enjoy!


Melinda sat in a chair with a green vest and two long sleeve under-warmer shirts on, under Jim's instruction tonight would be on the colder side than usual. A fire crackled in the corner of their campsite, projecting long shadows on the surrounding area. The light cast by the flames danced across the dark trunks of the trees, twisting and curling in obscure shapes and providing a small radius of light.

The heat from the campfire seemed to be sucked into the frigid air before ever reaching her frozen hands. Jim added a bit more wood and poked it with a long stick. The fire itself was pulsating, the glowing embers seemed to move in rhythm with the flames, matching every dip and sweep. It was mesmerizing to watch, the colors of orange and red gave way to yellow and white near the center, where the emanating heat was the greatest.

He was on a mission to make her the world's best-roasted marshmallow. His words exactly and she was actually having fun watching him mess around, not that she'd ever tell him that until they were home again.

"So, this is really really great," Melinda muttered as she watched the flames grow, hearing him inflate the air mattress they'd sleep on. "Out in nature, no one but us for miles. Who knew that camping could be so much fun?"

"What did I tell you?" He cheered, pressing down on the air mattress pump quicker now. "The clear air... the smell... there's nothing like it."

"Yup. I'm getting that feeling," she sighed, looking over her shoulder as a twig in the woods snapped behind her.

Even though watching her husband in the act of being a manly-man and getting everything ready was extremely distracting and intoxicating, she did not like camping. She did love watching his muscles bulge and the low grunts he'd make when the fire started to die down.

"I'm just... glad you came this time," his words were said as her cheek as he'd pressed a kiss there.

She leaned her head into his brief embrace before he went to put the mattress in the tent. "Besides, I thought when you said we were going to the woods that you meant the woods." She explained.

"What? That place Delia is always wanting to take you to?" He asked, wrapping the manual air pump and putting it in its bag.

"Yeah," she answered. "Salt scrubs, seaweed wraps, and massages. That would be the one I'm talking about."

"Hmm..." he replied with a grin, shoving the air mattress into the tent. "We've got all the luxuries here." He turned to face her, smiling now. "And these hands... they've got more magic in them than any seafood wrap."

"Seaweed!" She exclaimed jokingly, shaking her head at him.

"Alright, that too." he laughed, crouching down to grab the stick he'd been roasting on the fire, seeing his perfection of a roasted marshmallow. "This place hasn't changed a bit."

"You came here with your father, right?" She asked, looking at his face which glowed in the fire's light.

"Yeah, just me, my brother and my old man." He grabbed the treat from the fire and blew the flame out, perfectly roasted.

"No mom?" She replied.

"Nope, my mom loved camping about as much as you do," he laughed and plopped down next to her, leaning against her chair.

"Hey!" She said softly. "That's not fair. I'm starting to like it more now that we've finally gone. I've just never been in the woods for a period time longer than an hour before..."

The fire seemed to die as if someone had blown out a birthday candle. Its small flames hid beneath the logs and licked at them like a nervous kitten.

Jim moved quickly, not willing to let their fire burn out on them yet. "Oh, sorry." He grunted as he leaned down to blow on the fire and get its flames started when they jumped up and almost touched his face, but luckily he'd moved back enough in time. "The wood was probably just green."

"Oh!" She gasped, standing up behind him, touching his back. "You alright? You didn't get burned, did you?"

"That's strange," he said, arms at her waist immediately. "No. I'm fine, Mel."

The chair collapsed on its self and blew off in another sudden gust of wind.

"Is this that crisp air you were talking about?" She asked, laughing as he guided them to the tent, and even hard when he groaned as he struggled at the tent's zipper after he climbed in behind her. "Zip it," she answered as she plopped down on the mattress. "Zip it, Jim!"

"Something I forgot to mention, we might get some win." He finally pulled it closed as she sat on the air mattress with a sigh, and laid back against the pillows they'd brought from home.

"Sorry," he laid next to her and reached to turn the lamp on which revealed her face. "I know this isn't at all what you had in mind for a weekend away, but it's the best I can do on short notice."

"No. It's perfect, Jim." She told him, flashing him an understanding smile, then leaned over to capture his lips. "I've just been playing around. I like the idea of camping, but we'll have to go when it gets warmer."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes," she smiled brightly, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "Maybe we can rent a camper next time."

"Not exactly roughing it, though," he winked.

She stared at him, then she reached over to still his hand. "I can think of another way we can get rough," she murmured shyly. "You can show me the magic in these hands like you were talking about before..."

He looked surprised at first, but then he broke out into a smirk, and she moved closer to kiss him before she could feel embarrassment at her cheesiness. He groaned into her mouth, his hand coming to rest on her neck.

"You are too good to me," he said between kisses, sliding his tongue back into her mouth, quickly increasing the fervor of the movements of their lips. "And if you don't know about the magic enough, then I'm slacking."

She just sighed, curling her hands into his hair to pull him closer. He pushed her to the mattress, tugging her hips underneath him. She lifted her mouth to his again, kissing him urgently. She already ached for him, and she felt her nipples tightening when he brushed his hand over her breasts through her shirts. Jim settled in between her legs, stretching the necklines of all three of her tops down to expose her breasts.

With her bra pushed aside, he thumbed her nipples gently, rubbing them with his fingers. She keened at the sensation, tipping her head back, but she kept her eyes on his face. He smiled at her, tugging on the nipple until she moaned louder, but he shushed her, breathing against her mouth.

"You're gonna have to be quiet, Melinda," he scolded her, squeezing her breast harder to elicit another moan from her, clearly not that concerned unlike his words suggested.

At that, he thrust his groin against hers, rubbing his erection against her, and she hissed. There was no way she could be quiet with him being like that.

"We're miles away from anyone, remember?" She breathed as he continued to stroke her nipple with his tongue this time, and he just smiled at her before sucking the hardened bud into his mouth completely.