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Disclaimer: Pet Fly and Paramount own the copyright to The Sentinel and its characters. This piece of fan fiction was written solely for the love of the characters and to share freely with other fans. No profit is being made from the posting of this story.
Rating: PG Summary: Jim and Blair try something a little... different. |
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"How's that, Chief?" "Bit higher..." grunt "Just... there." groan "Yeah, that's it" pant "You sure it's in the right position?" "What? You want me to draw you a diagram?" deep breath "Okay, let me... You hold it right there a second..." bounce "Now if I move here on the bed... See?" "Sandburg, what are you... oh...." soft groan "And if I turn this way..." sounds of bed creaking soft moan more creaking "If I move into your favourite position..." Growl! "Jim! Mind the..." crash tinkle soft thud silence "You let go." "I had to! You had your bare ass in the air. What else did you expect me to do?" sigh "That's another seven years of bad luck, and you're going to be picking up glass for most of it." "Me? Why me?" "Hello? Who has the enhanced vision? Who couldn't put the darn thing down before he jumped me? And who wanted a mirror over the bed in order to see my bare ass from a different angle?" cough "Well..." |
