Inconvenient Passion

Summary: Blatant JAM. Stand-alone chapter stories showing inconvenient or inappropriate places where passion overtakes Sam or Jules and how they deal with it. Some will be funny, some full of unfulfilled sexual tension and frustration and some will most definitely be steamy as Sam & Jules express their deep love in strange places. Flowery imagery of love scenes.

Warning: Like most of the love scenes I write, I prefer to keep it to flowery imagery rather than explicit words. Some chapters, not all, will present scenes that convey certain acts that a loving couple may engage in. Sometimes explicit words have no euphemisms to convey their meanings so there may be a bit of course language occasionally that not all readers will be comfortable with.

Personally, I wonder at our society sometimes because not many get riled about all the crime, gore, and dark side of humanity that is shown on TV shows but so many get their panties in a bunch when a loving couple is shown expressing their love for one another in a physical manner.

Anyhow, you've been warned. Not your thing, close the story now and everyone will be happy. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy these one shots.

Disclaimers: I do not own Flashpoint or any of the characters from that series. I do own my original characters (OC) and original story content.

Deep in the Woods

Summary: What does a red shirt in whites laundry and chasing after a subject deep in the woods have to do with passion? How does Jules help Sam when passion strikes at an inconvenient and inappropriate time?

Timing: Jules and Sam cleared to date officially

Rating: Unfulfilled tension and a bit of humor

Woods

Sam was chasing after a subject through the woods. Again. It seemed like he always ended up being the one to dart after the subject when there were woods involved.

But as Sam ran he could not get his mind off of Jules. During the raid of the gang's home, Jules had taken down one of the men. They had wrestled on the ground and somehow the entire rear of Jules' pants had been torn. When she stood up and dragged the subject up all the subjects in custody had started laughing.

Sam turned in time to see Jules standing there with her underwear clearly on display for everyone. He knew he was going to get it tonight. Jules was royally pissed off at him.

He had done laundry for them last night. He did a load of whites. But somehow his brand new bright red shirt had made it into the load. Jules was practical at work and wore basic white underwear. She kept the frilly, lacey and barely there underwear for off hours.

That underwear always tempted him and it never seemed to stay on long once they were home. He had ruined a fair number of the fragile items in his eagerness. But so had Jules. Their passion for each other sometimes was so overwhelming it was like they were on fire and just had to be connected.

That new red shirt was actually the result of one of those episodes. Jules had ripped his favorite red shirt wide open the moment he entered the house two nights ago. They only made it as far as the couch as their clothes were shed. Or in his case ripped to shreds by Jules' eager hands.

Jules had bought him a replacement shirt yesterday. Sam never told her but he was not upset about the red shirt. He had thoroughly enjoyed being ambushed by her that night. Now when he used the red cleaning rags his shirt had been turned into he would smile at the recollection of that night of wild passion.

But back to the reason he was running through these woods hot on the trail of a subject.

As Sam had turned to see what everyone was laughing at he saw Jules' pink splotched basic underwear on display for all. He also saw the fury in her eyes as she rounded on him. Her eyes clearly said 'this is all your fault Braddock'.

Somehow Sam thought Jules would not have been embarrassed by her normal white underwear showing. But pink splotchy ones embarrassed her a great deal.

Everyone was staring at Jules, only the subjects laughing because the team was smart enough not to laugh, they did not have death-wishes. Then one of the subjects took advantage of the distraction and bolted.

Sam headed out for him for two reasons. If anyone asked why, he would say because he was closest. But his other private reason was that seeing Jules standing there like that had filled his head with all sorts of images. None of them were even remotely appropriate at work.

Seeing that they were coming close to a stream Sam dove at the subject. It was damned cold out here and he had no desire to go splashing and wading through an icy cold stream. The two of them went down and Sam easily got the upper hand.

Sam straddled the subject and called out "Subject in custody" as he cuffed the man.

He got off and took a knee to get his breath back under control. Most of it the result of his thoughts and images of Jules rather than exertion running after the subject. But his mind and body would not cooperate and the images of Jules flooded his mind's eyes again.

Damn. So not good at work!

Sam tried hard but the images would not go away as he stood up and bent to drag the subject to his feet. Sam was glad the subject had his back to him when he pulled him up. Because he would be just as embarrassed as Jules if the subject hadn't.

The result of all those images of Jules, of him ripping off barely there panties and having his way with her and she with him had affected him. His pants were straining and there was not a damned thing that he could think of to get a certain part to deflate.

Jules did this to him. He felt like a hormonal teenage boy at times around Jules. Just the thought of being with her, touching her, being one with her, caused him to get hard. Their passion was never ending and something Sam knew was soul deep.

But at times it was inconvenient or inappropriate what happened to his body when he thought about Jules.

And right here, right now, it was both. Sam took several breaths trying to think of something that would make it go down. But everything his mind could come up with, another part of his mind turned into a sexual scene.

Damn. It was so hard to get unhard.

Sam was concentrating so hard on trying to make himself not hard that he failed to see or hear Jules come up behind him. His first clue was her saying his name.

"Braddock, you are so dead meat" Jules said with irritation evident in her voice.

Sam turned his body towards Jules and his face was sheepish. He saw Jules had her jacket tied around her waist covering her ripped pants. That thought alone made a certain part of his body surge and twitch.

Damn. What the hell was he going to do?

Jules looked at Sam's face and saw a mix of emotions. One was clearly an apology. The other emotion she knew intimately.

Passion. Raw, ignited passion burned in Sam's eyes. A passion he only held for her and she for him.

Her eyes traveled down his chest, rakingly hot, knowing what lie beneath his clothes; a hard, lean body that knew how to pleasure her.

Jules' eyes landed just below Sam's waist.

Damn. If only they were not at work.

She knew Sam had a real problem here. Sure she would be razzed for pink underwear but Sam. Sam would be teased mercilessly. It could also get them in trouble. They were cleared for dating but if the brass got wind of this ... that might just change.

Without giving any additional thought to it Jules acted swiftly. Jules shoved Sam hard backwards. She knew she caught him off guard.

Sam had no warning. Jules was raking over his body with bedroom eyes one moment and the next she shoved him. He lost his balance and stumbled backwards. Sam slipped on the muddy bank and landed sitting in the icy cold stream.

The cold water was shock to his system. A certain part of his anatomy reacted as it would to a cold shower. Down it went and tried its best to get away from the cold water that surrounded it.

Sam looked up at Jules stunned.

Jules stated "That is for putting your red shirt in the load of whites."

Sam heard the guys laughing over the headset. Clearly they had heard the splash and his gasp as he landed in the stream. They definitely heard Jules too.

Jules gave Sam a huge smile and winked at him.

Sam winked back and said "Does this make us even now Jules or do I need to watch my back for a bit?"

They both heard the team laugh again.

"I think we are even now but you are never doing laundry again without supervision" Jules stated as she reached out a hand to help him up.

As he stood Jules glanced down then back up. Problem resolved.

Sam muted his headset at the same time as Jules did. Sam leaned close and said "Thanks Jules, you always know what I need."

Jules smiled at him and said with a tease in her voice "That wasn't what you needed. It's what I had to do to protect you. Later tonight we'll take care of what you really needed."

Sam grinned and followed Jules as she led the subject back to the others. As his eyes watched the sway of her jacket which covered her splotchy pink panties Sam thought, yeah, later we will take care of what you really need too.

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AN: If my fabulous readers have any ideas for places or situations, feel free to send them to me in a review or PM and I'll see what my muse comes up with.