This is just a little drabble about Sam/Jules relationship. I'm huge fan of them as a couple and I may continue this on for longer. Let me know what you think and whether I should continue on after this.
After they'd both eaten a plate of spaghetti, Sam and Jules collapsed on her comfortable couch, exhausted from their long, stressful day with the Strategic Response Unit. For several minutes, they sat in comfortable silence, Sam's arm around Jules and her head resting on his chest.
"You still feelin' blue?" he asked, enjoying the feel of her long hair against his hand.
"Mmmn…"Jules breathed in deeply. "Not as much as before. You're soothing." She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of his Obsession cologne.
Sam leaned his head against the top of hers and sighed. It felt great to finally have her close to him. She had curled up in a tiny little ball on the sofa and for the first time, he'd realized how very small she seemed. She was muscular, but small.
"I could say the same thing about you, baby," Sam told her.
Jules smiled and slid her hand up his chest and rested it lightly on his other shoulder. "Maybe we could fall asleep this way. Right here," she suggested.
"If you sleep sitting up, you're going to hurt in the morning," Sam pointed at wisely.
"Fine. Then lay down and stretch out," Jules ordered him, using her strength to push him down.
Sam laughed and his blue eyes sparkled handsomely. Jules snuggled up to him again and then Sam pulled a blanket over the two of them.
"Do you really think I made the right choices today, Sam?" she whispered after a few seconds.
Sam thought for a second. "Yeah, Jules. I do." He kissed her forehead softly. "Now go to sleep."
The next morning, Sam woke up first. He and Jules were still cuddled close together and her head was tucked comfortable underneath his chin. He tightened his arms around her and kissed the top of her head tenderly. Right now, at this exact moment, she was all his. An overwhelming peace surrounded the young SRU rookie. He closed his bright blue eyes and went back to sleep.
Not too much later, Jules woke up. She could see Sam's watch and it told her that it was close to nine-thirty on Saturday morning. She looked up at him and smiled faintly. He was sound asleep, but still holding her so protectively. Cautiously, not really wanting to wake him up, Jules reached up and put her hand on the side of his face, feeling the short stubble of his four-day beard. It suited him.
Obviously, he felt her touch and woke up immediately. "Hey," he whispered softly, smiling down at her.
"Hey," she replied, smiling too.
Sam leaned down and pressed his lips against hers and for over a minute, their lips moved together in perfect harmony. Jules made a quiet noise, telling Sam that he was making her happy. He slid his hand down to her lower back and pressed her closer to him. He wanted to respect her wishes, but damn! She was a great kisser and that was making it hard on him. Really hard.