A/N: Set immediately after the end of Purity. Just a little Jaimie/Dean smut. ; )

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She heard the knock on the door and ran to open it, hoping to see Scott. Instead, she was met with the sight of him.

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She downed her shot and stood up, made her way over to the docking station and turned the volume up. She began to sway her hips to the music, glancing over her shoulder a few times to see if she had his attention. She did.

She danced a few minutes longer, enjoying the feeling of his eyes on her body, before finally sauntering her way over to him. She playfully pushed him back against the couch and a moment later was straddling him. Her lips made their way to his neck and began kissing down his collarbone. She heard him moan softly. She felt him getting aroused. She knew what she was doing.

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It had been a tough case. She had really bonded with Rubin in a way. They had shared the same past. A past that no one else she knew had. She liked the guy and he didn't deserve to die the way he did. Finally doing something right.

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She began to push his jacket off while still kissing the side of his neck. She felt his hands running up and down the sides of her body and she shivered under his touch. She heard him chuckle slightly, but didn't even bother to try to defend herself. She wanted him. She wanted sex. She wanted it now. Her fingers were shaking as she began to undo the buttons on his shirt so she quickly gave up, deciding to rip it off instead. She ran her nails over his well toned chest. He moaned again and this time she tore her lips from his neck and began assaulting his mouth. She liked the way his beard tickled her chin. Scott didn't have any facial hair…

"Hey." She felt him murmur against her lips and she reluctantly broke apart.

"What?" She managed to get out between pants. The two locked eyes and she was surprised to see that his eyes were unusually soft.

"Are you sure…About this?"

She nodded slightly before breathing out a hard, "Yes." She crossed her arms and pulled her shirt up over her head, quickly discarding the unwanted garment. Next she turned her attention to his belt buckle while he turned his attention to hers. In a matter of seconds, the belts were pulled loose, leaving just jeans and underwear from letting them both be completely naked.

He moved his lips to her neck and began to kiss down to her chest, she throwing her head back further the further down he got. He finally reached one of her breasts and ran his tongue around the nipple. She let out a deep moan and in a second had him lying on his back on the couch. Her fingers ran down to the button on his jeans and quickly unfastened them. He arched his hips, allowing her to pull them down. Next, her fingers went to the elastic waistband of his boxers. She pulled at it gently and slowly stuck her fingers under the band and began to gently stroke the top of his pubic bone.

He couldn't take it. He needed to torture her like she was torturing him. He fumbled with the button on her jeans before finally unfastening it. He roughly pulled them down and used his feet to pull them completely off. No more foreplay, he couldn't take it.

"Jaimie…" He growled and she nodded slightly, quickly slipping out of her panties. After she had tossed her underwear aside, she put her thumbs in the sides of his boxers and yanked them down.

It happened fast. She grabbed him and then they were one. They began moving together in rough, quick movements. She came first, he followed moments later. They both fell asleep on the couch in each other's sweaty arms.

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When he awoke the next morning, his head turned to the side in the direction of their clothes in a pile on the floor, he couldn't help but smile. Carter was going to kill them.