A/N While I've been an avid Jag fan and fanfiction reader for years I've never written any stories. Please excuse any grammar errors. This is a one shot and super short.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to JAG and it's characters except for my JAG DVD set which is well loved and used.
It started unexpectedly. He could see how stressed she'd been by long hours and tough cases. That day they'd been assigned another case. This time they'd work together. He invited her for dinner hoping she wouldn't refuse. She saw the look of hope and longing and gently shook her head yes. Maybe tonight she'd let him in and show him what she wanted. Maybe he would finally let go and tell her what he wanted.
That night he lit some candles and played her favorite music. He hoped she'd understand his intentions but knew it wouldn't be enough.
Despite her exhaustion she'd taken extra care to make herself look fresh and glowing. She hoped that he would notice and realize she did it for him. She'd like to show him a thing or two she'd only do to him.
Light talk and laughter had filled the room. With one look that held a conversation they'd moved things away from the living room to a cozy place made for two. He brought his body next to hers brushing gently against her hip.
After taking a deep breath she showed him how to spread it apart, revealing the inviting center. As he studied the way she did it the heat around them had increased. He made her do it again just so he could watch her delicate fingers work their magic. Pushing her fingers aside he stroked one finger down the center and gently mimicked her actions to spread it apart.
Lifting and gently shaking she showed him where and how she wanted it filled. She grabbed his meat and placed it in the center. He gently pushed it in as far as he could. He moved away and then back over to stuff his meat again and again. He took his time making sure to do it right. He always wanted to make her happy, to satisfy her in ways she'd never felt before.
With one last move he poured his cream inside. She licked her lips and smiled with hungry hooded eyes.
35 minutes later they sat at the table.
"You ready to eat?"
"Yeah", he said, "This chicken Cordon Bleu looks delicious. I'm glad we made it together."
With a mischievous smirk on her face she decided to make her move. She raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down, "Mmmm I like how you poured the creamy white sauce down the middle."
"Me too", he said as he stood and reached for her. He pulled her close and looked deep into her eyes, "Wait till you see what I have instore for dessert."
"What is it?"
"Cherry Cream Pie. You interested?"