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Entry tags:	character: john grant, character: sam waters, fandom: profiler, pairing: john/sam, title: pink satin dress

Pink Satin Dress
Title: Pink Satin Dress
Fandom: Profiler
Prompt: Picture prompts: one and two
Characters: John Grant, Sam Waters
Pairing: John/Sam
Word Count: 476
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Profiler or the characters within; NBC does, and they are big ol' meanies for canceling the show in the middle of a plotline!
Summary: John gets his birthday wish ;)

It was the pink satin dress that did John in. The pink satin dress and the tequila.

Nathan had arranged a surprise party for his birthday, after hours at the VCTF with casual attire mandatory. He'd walked into the command center intending to work late on a case, only to find his friends and co-workers waiting with presents and cake. But his eyes were only for Sam. Sam and that amazing pink satin dress.

Nathan's present had been an expensive bottle of tequila, which of course had to be opened immediately. The two of them traded shots throughout the night, demolishing the bottle, a shaker of salt, and the lemons and limes Grace had hidden in her personal fridge (much to her chagrin).

Sometime after midnight it was obvious that he would not be making it home by himself. (Neither would Nathan, for that matter.) There were offers to drive him home, but Sam suggested he sleep it off on her couch in her office, and he accepted. Shorter distance to go, at least.

She put her arm around John and helped him to his feet. "Come on, birthday boy," she said. "Time for you to go lie down."

He staggered with her to her office as she said good night to last lingering people. Bailey was taking Nathan home, and everyone else was all right to drive. Sam guided him down on the couch, then turned to close the blinds to give him some privacy if he was still asleep when people came in the next morning.

That's when he looked up and saw the silhouette of her back, the curve of her hip under the pink satin dress. He reached up and pulled her down on top of him.

"John!" she said, laughing a little as she tried to wriggle free. "What are you doing?"

"This," he said, and he kissed her.

She resisted for a moment, then kissed him back just as eagerly, her hands already moving to unbutton his shirt and pull it and the undershirt underneath over his head. She started to pull off the dress but he stopped her hands. He wanted her to keep it on. Understanding, she yanked down his pants and straddled his hips and then oh god he couldn't believe he was lying on Sam's couch making love to her like he had dreamed so many times.

There was barely enough room on the couch for them to lie side by side when they had finished, but that was fine with him. It just gave him an excuse to hold her closer. "Love you," he murmured, stroking her hair.

She laughed lightly. "You're drunk, John."

"And your point?"

"Talk to me in the morning about it," she said.

"I will," he said, drifting off to sleep, his dreams filled with Sam and the pink satin dress.

X-posted to profiler_fans (here)