Most days Jubal can ignore it.

Hell, he's managed to go weeks at a time before he's hit with the visceral knowledge that he knows how one of the best analysts that he's ever had the pleasure of working with looks while she's in the throes of an orgasm.

And when those instances do occur, Jubal forcibly wrestles them into a box placed in the corner of his mind titled 'Do Not Open'. He can admit that over the years he's dug into that box on a few occasions, but that's nobody's business but his own.

He's been doing so well lately, hardly any flashes at all, but then she had to go and wrestle a suspect to the ground. She ended up with a slight case of road rash, but was otherwise fine.

He'd walked in on her showing her back to Maggie and O.A. A tradition of sorts amongst field agents, to show off their first field injuries. The tank top she wore covered more than it revealed, but it was still enough skin to throw him back to that night in California almost seven years ago.

He managed to get out why he entered the room and depart without making too much of a fool of himself, but his concentration was shot for the rest of the day. Normally, he was one of the few that stayed late, but tonight he hurried home. He would need the privacy for what he had in mind.

Barely pausing to kick his shoes off at the door, he made a beeline for his bathroom, undressing as he went. He turned on the shower and didn't bother to let it warm up before stepping inside. He let the water flow over him before sliding a hand down his body and taking himself in hand.

His mind rewound to a time when he was newly divorced, and struggling hard with wanting a drink to numb the pain. When he fled back out west to hide away for a while in a rented beach house.

Kristen and her friends were renting a place a block away, one last college hurrah before joining the real world, or in Kristen's case, on to grad school.

He remembers the first time he saw her, rising from the water like some sort of otherworldly diety. Her bikini was modest compared to what some of her friends were wearing, with her hair flowing free and curly. She smiled in his direction and Jubal actually turned to make sure she was looking at him. His incredulity made her laugh and drop down next to him on his towel.

That whole week she made time to hang out with him, one on one. He heard her friends tease her about her crush, but paid it no mind. In fact, he somewhat encouraged her. His self esteem had taken a deep dive in the divorce, and he needed an ego boost. Nothing did the trick like having a gorgeous 20 something make heart eyes at him to make him feel like a fraction of his old self. Although he flirted back, he kept reminding himself that once the summer was over, she would be gone, and he would be back in New York.

It all came to a head on her last night there, her friends were throwing a party. Jubal sat in one of the beach chairs on the deck and listened to their sounds of revelry.

"I thought I would find you here." He grinned to himself at her teasing voice.

"Yeah well, I live here, at least until the end of this month." He tilted his head back to try and catch a glimpse of her. "Why are you standing in the dark? Come on over and sit down."

She stepped into the small shaft of light that was created by the single bulb on his deck. Her dress was a fire engine red color that stood out against her skin, and when she walked by him to the only other chair on the deck, Jubal's mouth went dry at all the skin the dress left uncovered. That wasn't a 'let me go hang with my neighbor dress', that was a 'meant to be tossed on the floor and picked up in the morning' dress. At that moment he knew where the evening was headed.

Unable to stop himself, he reached out a hand to stop her from moving, "Shouldn't you be at your party? This is your last night here, right?"

"I'm where I want to be." She faced him head on. "Do you want me to leave?"

Leave? He was on the verge of asking her to stay the entire month! Instead, he gave in to his urge to touch her skin. He slid a hand up down the leg closest to him, marveling at the softness of her skin.

He heard her release a sigh at his touch as she widened her stance so on his next pass, he slid his hand further up until he reached the apex of her thighs. Her breath hitched and she let out the faintest moan as he rubbed his thumb over her panty covered center.

"Jubal." It was no louder than a whisper, but he heard it clear as day. He removed his hand, chuckling when she shot him a pissed off glare.

"Come here." He beckoned to her, leaning back in the deck chair. Kristen wasted no time in placing a knee on either side of his body and settling her weight right over his groin.

He doesn't remember who moved first, but he does remember his first taste of her. He thinks it will always be imprinted on his mind how she tasted like a combination of the ocean, the candy that he's seen her consume on numerous occasions, and something that is uniquely all her.

He angled his head to deepen the kiss, his hunger for her finally unleashed. He would have been worried about coming on too strong if it wasn't for Kristen matching him kiss for kiss.

As they kissed he cupped a breast in one hand while the other returned to its prior spot in between her thighs. She jolted against him as his thumb settled right over her clit. He pulled away to place kisses along her jaw until his mouth was next to her ear, "Are you sure?"

Kristen leaned back enough so that he could see her face, and he took a moment to mentally pat himself on the back that it was him that made her look so debauched. She arched her back, pushing her breast into his hand, "I'm sure." To make her point even clearer, she rolled her hips against his hand, "don't stop." She sounded as breathless as he felt.

He wasted no time in moving her panties to the side and sinking a finger inside her wetness. He buried his head in her neck to muffle his groan, she was so tight and warm around his finger that it almost made him want to skip the foreplay and get straight to the main event.

But he knew she deserved better than a quickie. Hell, he deserved better. After all his fantasizing and cold showers, he wanted to stretch this out and make it good for them both.

He eased his finger out before plunging back in over and over, all the while peppering kisses along her neck. When she demanded more he added another finger and watched in amazement as she gripped his shoulders and rolled her hips even harder on his hand.

One of the straps on her dress slid down her shoulder exposing one of her naked breasts. Jubal leaned forward and took the stiff peak in his mouth and teased it with his tongue. Kristen let out a hoarse, "yes" as she gripped his head to keep him right where he was.

He felt her movements become a little erratic and knew she was close. He released her breast while increasing the pressure on her clit, wanting to see her face as she came.

When she fell over the edge, her eyes fluttered closed and she let out the most sinful moan he's ever heard. He thanked God that he'd learned some control over the years, because if they were the same age, he probably would have shot off right then.

Once she stopped pulsating around his fingers, he slowly withdrew them from her body. She watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and shamelessly sucked them clean. When he was done, she circled her arms around him and brought him closer for a kiss. He immediately deepened the kiss, knowing that she could taste herself on his tongue.

When the need for air became too great, they broke apart panting loudly. Jubal wanted to take her inside and spread her out on his bed, but waited to follow her lead. It would suck immensely, and he would probably cry, but if this was all she wanted, he would abide by it.

Instead she looked at him and just said one word: Bed.

He didn't think he'd ever moved so fast, but in no time they were in his room, and just like he wanted, he had his face buried between her thighs coaxing another orgasm out of her.

She was still trembling when he wrapped her legs around his waist and slid inside her. This time he was the one moaning, all due to the fact that she felt like heaven around him. He would have gladly never taken another drink if it meant getting to have her in his bed everyday.

He started with slow and deep thrusts, enjoying the way she gripped the sheets when he was deeply seated inside her warmth. But soon her demanding side reared it's head once again, and she pushed for him to go harder.

Jubal was only too happy to oblige, he snapped his hips harder against hers, loving the way her breasts bounced with every stroke.

He soon felt that telltale tingle that told him that this would soon be over. He tried to slow down, wanting to prolong the feeling, but Kristen started chanting "don't stop" like a mantra, and he was helpless to resist. But like hell if he wasn't going to get one more orgasm out of her.

He moved a hand up her torso, taking a detour to tease her breasts along the way, until he reached her mouth. He only had to rest his thumb on her bottom lip before she tilted her head a bit and took it into her mouth.

He had to close his eyes to the sight before him, he didn't need to see how she looked while sucking on something. Maybe that could come later, if she decided to spend the night.

But first…..

He removed his thumb, now wet from her tongue and brought it down to rub her clit. It only took a few times before she was clenching all around him and coming with a yell.

Jubal gritted his teeth, thrust once, twice and then-

He was jolted back to the present as he came by his own hand in his shower, alone. He leaned against the tile as he caught his breath. It wasn't often that he allowed himself to draw upon that memory, but when he did, it was always a success.

The water was lukewarm and rapidly cooling as he hurried through cleaning up the evidence of his fantasy, as well as himself. He dressed in only a well worn tank top and sweats as he debated what to eat for dinner.

He was waiting for his food delivery when the knock on his door came. He expected to see the same delivery kid he saw each time he ordered Chinese, but this time it was someone else.

"Kristen?"