They'd been up late, discussing Fifth Column strategies in Erica's living room (Tyler was spending the night at Brandon's) and trying to relax a little. Too much stress was unhealthy and, as members of a hunted resistance cell, Erica Evans and Jack Landry carried more than their fair share of stress. Even they needed to unwind occasionally.

Around 9 PM, Eric had broken out the brandy, pouring them each a generous glass. Jack had nearly balked, knowing he had to drive home, but she just smiled and offered, "I have a guest room."

… and lead me not into temptation…Oh, what the hell….

That had been two hours and several drinks earlier. Both of them leaned back into the couch cushions, mellow and sleepy. Erica had her legs pulled up under herself, but stretched as the muscles protested with a sharp cramp.

Jack caught the limb as it hovered over his legs and smiled, pressing his fingers into the muscle, bared by her knee length lounge pants. He knew he really shouldn't let himself enjoy the feel of her silky skin, but he was only human damn it.

Erica drew in a small breath as he kneaded her flesh, working out the kink in her calf, then running his fingers down her shin, tracing little whorling patterns around the ankle before working the arch of her foot.

He hit a particularly sensitive point and she let out a little moan, one hand dropping from the back of the couch to grasp his bicep.

They both froze, caught between the knowledge of who they were and how they felt.

Neither of them knew exactly how to handle it, but they figured it was best to enjoy each others company in what time they had.

After all, one never knew when an alien race might appear to unleash their malicious plans for the human race.

Oh, wait, that already happened.

Song Prompt - Diana Krall - Temptation