Jack loved rainy days. Sunshine meant she would be out, full of energy, out of reach. Busy. He was glad today the lazy, spring downpour meant she couldn't go for a run or ride her motorcycle. He knew exactly what it would mean; she would have already checked her books our of the library on Friday and today she would settle into her cozy, down-insulated bed and finish all the homework that was due next week. Then she would pick up that one tiny book from the bottom of the pile, the one she picked out as a guilty pleasure (because only Sam Carter would consider a fiction novel something to feel guilty about), lie on her stomach on her bed and read while twirling wavy, blond strands between her fingers.
Sneaking into her dorm was easy enough. Who's around to see him on a rainy Saturday afternoon? She answered so soon after he tapped so lightly on her room door that he knew she was expecting him. She didn't say a word. She just grinned at him, took his hand and planted a small kiss on his lips as she pulled him toward her into the room. She reached up and tousled his damp hair sending droplets of water every where. She giggled. Her hair was so adorably ruffled that he couldn't keep himself from running his fingers through it either. She stood there in front of him for a second longer in a lilac camisole and lime green panties, her enchanting blue eyes piercing into him. He gave a small smirk at her wardrobe choices, tugging lightly on the hem of her cami to let her know he'd noticed. She rolled her eyes playfully, turned and walked back toward the bed. Jack followed as if lead by a leash. They spent the afternoon playing with the soft tendrils of each others hair, gently nipping at ears, necks, collarbones and shoulders, and whispering soft mysterious confessions to each other. He loved rainy days because it meant he could have lazy, whispering Carter inside, in his arms. Free.