The Early Hours

Like I said in the latest chapter of FUR, college is gonna have to come first at the moment. I am distinctly unimpressed, but the upside is that I get exam leave in about a month, so hopefully I'll be able to finish off both fics, and maybe even start another one! ;D

CHAPTER NINE

As the song came to an end Sam leant forwards, closing the distance between herself and Jo, gazing fondly into Jo's unusual blue-brown eyes.

"Jo?"

"Mmm?"

"What are we doing?"

"It's called dancing, Sam." Jo smiled.

"I mean, y'know, us... this... Is it just a fling, or is it the start of something more?"

"Well I take it that since you're asking, you'd like it to be something more..." Jo said thoughtfully.

"And you don't? Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

"Whoa, hold your horses there Sam." Jo soothed. Taking a step backwards, to look at her sergeant properly, Jo thought carefully about what she wanted to say next. "When I first arrived at Sun Hill, I was instantly drawn to you. I mean..." she smiled appreciatively, "how could I not be? But I was already in a relationship, even though it was in it's death throes, I'm not the type to cheat. We were getting on well when Tess left me, wrecking my flat as a parting shot, and then there was that 'incident' with Seth, my informant. You were to blame, but I couldn't not forgive you. So I kept my distance, not wanting you to see how low I was. I knew how much I felt for you Sam, but I never dreamed you could feel the same."

"I don't think I really helped the situation either, it took me too long to realise quite what I felt for you Jo, and by that point you were avoiding me like the plague. Surprised myself too, I certainly didn't expect it to be lo- y'know, attraction and all that..."

Smiling as she heard Sam's affirmation, and amused by the smaller woman's avoidance of the 'L' word, Jo stepped closer to Sam, slowly dipping her head to kiss Sam lightly on the lips, stopping just short to whisper, "I love you too Sam."

The DC's bravado striking a chord with Sam's heart, Sam lost herself in the shower of delicate kisses, pulling Jo to her, her arms circling beneath Jo's jacket, nimble fingers fiddling with the clasp of Jo's bra.

Feeling Sam's fingers between her shoulder blades, Jo was confident she wouldn't be rushing things with her next move. Moving to one side, she kissed Sam's cheek, then her collarbone, and as Sam snuck one arm around her shoulders, she bent and straightened, literally sweeping Sam off of her feet. Carrying the smaller woman over to the bed, Jo gently laid Sam on the bed, wishing she'd had the foresight to take the sleeping bag out of its compression sack. Perching on the edge of the bed, she divided her attention between Sam and the straps she was fighting with, taking time out every few seconds to kiss Sam, craving the contact the blonde was more than willing to provide. Finally giving up on the sleeping bag, Jo cast it to one side, at the same time that frustration got the better of the blonde, who nudged the inside of Jo's elbow on the arm supporting her weight, causing the unsuspecting DC to flop unceremoniously across Sam's torso. Neither woman was complaining though, at least, not until the camera alarm went off again.

Groaning, Jo dragged herself away from Sam to check the camera, raking her fingers though her hair as she went. Following Jo with a lusty gaze, Sam was checking out Jo's rear when she noticed the sleeping bag on the floor. Pulling at the drawstring, Sam was able to get the bag out of its sack, and unzip it to form a makeshift duvet. Seated on the edge of the bed, she watched hungrily as Jo reviewed the videotape.

Watching the recording back, Jo saw a group of five young men lurch drunkenly across the screen, clearly pissed, but still potential suspects or witnesses. Carefully noting their descriptions in the log, Jo turned to look at Sam, raising an eyebrow as she noticed the sleeping bag now neatly spread across the double bed. Holding Sam's gaze, she stood in a single fluid motion, fingers playing on the buttons of her jacket. Stalking slowly towards her prey, Jo ran her fingertips around the rim of the top button, slipping it undone with ease. Running her hand down the V of her jacket until she caught the other button, it soon followed suit. Just as she reached the bed, her jacket sliding off of one shoulder, the camera beeped again.