The Early Hours

CHAPTER FOUR

I realise that in a real surveillance operation they wouldn't be wandering around as much as they are, it's even getting on my nerves now! This is fiction however, so they can do what they want. ;D


Walking back into the master bedroom, Jo is yet again fiddling with the camera. Looking up as Sam's shadow falls across the window, Jo steps away from the camera shoving her hands in her pockets like a guilty child.

"Sorry, terrible one for gadgets, me."

Having removed two tightly fitting tops, and put Jo's polo-neck on, Sam's hair was delicately mussed, loose strands escaping from her loose ponytail. Combined with the ill-fitting jumper, it gave her a distinct 'morning after' look that really was irresistible. The very idea sent spikes of electricity racing along Jo's nerves, knowing that all that stood between herself and a semi-naked Sam was her own jumper making her shiver slightly. Seeing Sam's look of concern at her apparent exposure to the cold, Jo thought fast.

"Nippy isn't it? I'll just go and find the thermostat, check the heating's working," and with that Jo swept out of the room, brushing ever so slightly against Sam as she passed her in the doorway. This had the effect of causing Sam's heart rate to do a bungee jump impression, dropping to nothing in seconds, before shooting up to a rapid rhythm pulsing in her chest. Striding over to the window, Sam checked they hadn't missed any arrivals at the apartment building, before allowing herself to think about the effect Jo had had on her. Since taking off the jumper that she was now wearing, Jo was left wearing her black suit jacket over a lacy black bra. Despite doing all (two) of the buttons up, Sam could still see a great deal of Jo's cleavage and a cute little triangle of smooth stomach. Shaking her head, Sam knew it would be a miracle if she were able to survive a night with Jo without the astute detective working out what was going on behind her baby blue eyes.

Elsewhere in the flat, Jo had found the thermostat hidden in one of the kitchen cupboards. Checking that the heating was on, she turned it up a couple of degrees, pressing buttons until she found the timer so that she could adjust the heating to keep it running all night. On her way back to the bedroom, Jo spotted the clothing hung out to dry on the radiator in the hallway. Glad that the coffee hadn't stained Sam's attire, the turquoise push-up bra caught Jo's attention, spaghetti straps and randomly sequinned edging drawing a vivid mental image in Jo's mind, however hard she tried to fight it. Rolling her eyes at her own insubordination, Jo mentally agreed with herself.
Yes, Sam would look absolutely gorgeous in that, but it doesn't matter, because right now you are working, you are professional, and ... Sam is waiting for you in the bedroom wearing your jumper over her bare..

Shaking her head to dispel the images, and hopefully disorientating the smart arsed voice in her head, Jo made her way back to the bedroom.

"Sort the heating out did you Jo?"

"Yep, should start warming up in a minute..."
and I know how I'd like it to warm up...

"Great, you can take the first watch, if you don't mind, I'll just be in the kitchen."

"'kay, sure."

Settling down to watch the darkened street, Jo felt her mind begin to wander, reminiscing over the times she and Sam had fought, the tension never quite resolved after the arguments were concluded, darkly smouldering glances being shot across the office. Reining her thoughts in, Jo focused on memorising the details of the building opposite, before mentally driving around the area, sussing out the most probable escape routes if the suspect even turned up.

"Jo?"

Turning around slowly this time, Jo smiled as she saw Sam standing well out of harms way on the other side of the room.

"Fresh coffee. Just thought you might prefer drinking it out of a cup." Sam smiled wryly.

Rather than licking it off of your naked body? Sam, you have no idea.
Jo raised an eyebrow.

Turning to pick up her coffee Jo frowned as Sam looked away.

"What is it Sam?"

Gesturing vaguely, Sam muttered her excuse, "You...you- ...jumperless...bare...lace"

Straining to hear the last of Sam's muttered excuse, Jo could hardly believe her ears.
Did Sam just say lace?