The Morning After

::This is a very fluffy drabble without no real plot that I did just because I could. So. Cavity warning.

Thank you for my beta, Molly_Lyn!

Jules wasn't sure what had woken her up, but she found herself staring at the ceiling. She closed her eyes again, letting the remnant of sleep slowly dissipate. She tuned her senses to her surroundings- the low buzzing of the air conditioner, the sound of her neighbor's sprinkler, and the even breathing of the man sleeping next to her.

She turned her head and was pleasantly greeted by the sight of Sam Braddock. He was laying on his back, sans shirt, and with a bit of an embarrassment, she realized what he had always teased her was true. She did hog the covers.

Carefully, as not to wake him, she rolled to her side. For a moment she was just staring at him, synchronizing her breathing with his. The gentle morning light that filtered through the windows accentuated the freckles across his face and made his tousled blond hair look almost silverish. She sighed when her exploration moved past his eyes. Golden lashes that were longer than hers fanned against his cheeks, protecting the blue eyes that were always watching over her.

Her eyes trailed downward, through the defined strong line of his jaw, down to the mole on his Adam's apple -must resist the urge to kiss it- and the wide span of his chest. Her hand hovered over his pale skin, fingertips butterfly kissing his scars, never really touching. She wondered if their kids would inherit his fair complexion or her darker skin tone.

Jules felt she could spend the rest of her life here in this bed. Well, she thought, maybe not forever, but for another hour at least.

Unable to hold herself back, she leaned over and brushed the most gentle of kisses over his lips. Smiling to herself, she pulled back. He smelled like soap, clean and crisp, with an underlying musky scent that was so familiarly Sam.

"N'ver took you for a thief, stealing kisses."

Jules was slightly grateful that his eyes were closed because she could feel a blush creeping up her neck. However, his voice was suspiciously lucid for someone who had just woken up. She narrowed her eyes. "How long have you been awake?"

Blue eyes peeked between twin slits. "How long have you been staring at me?"

Huffing, she rolled to lay on her back. She didn't think it was possible not to smile when he looked at her with that infamous smug smirk. "You were snoring. I wanted to wake you up but you looked so cute I didn't have the heart to."

Sam laughed, low and husky, and she contemplated kicking him under the covers but couldn't because she had already monopolized the covers. He'd better not bring that up. "Oh yeah, and stealing kisses wouldn't wake me up."

"I didn't steal anything," she interjected, looking up into his equally amused eyes.

"Well, I believe that when someone takes something without their cons-"

Jules hushed him with a slender finger over his lips, her expression was serious. "I can't steal something that's mine."

Breaking into a smile, he leaned down and closed the distance between them. "Copy that."

Sam deepened the kiss and her hands came up to frame his face. Catching the sun's rays, the matching rings on their fingers winked.

Will it kill them to give us a domesticated Jam scene on the show?