Written for Flashpoint_SRU prompt #2- Trust. Not beta'd. Flashpoint isn't mine.

Just Like Sex

"I've always wanted to do this," Jules smiled as Sam tugged the last of the straps into place.

"Well, lucky for you, I had to get certified for my Special Forces training," he grinned as he double checked his own gear before offering her a hand up into the small plane.

"Thanks," she said as she jumped on the plane and sat up against the wall opposite the door as Sam tapped the door to the cockpit, signaling that they were good for takeoff.

"Anytime," Sam smiled as he gently pushed her away from the wall as sat down behind her, situating her between his legs.

"Gee, Sam, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you're just doing this so that you could feel me up," she joked and Sam laughed as he secured her harness to his.

"Trust me, Jules, this is gonna end up being a little more like sex than grab ass," he said and she twisted around to look at him, eyebrow raised. "You'll see," he told her as a buzz filled the back of the plane. "That's our cue. You read for this?"

"Hell yes," she said enthusiastically and Sam laughed as he moved them over to the other side of the plane, until their legs dangling over the side.

"Okay, remember what I told you? Hook your feet around my ankles and cross your arms over your chest, I'll tap your arm when you can uncross everything," he said and she nodded. "Alright, let's do this," he said before leaning forward and letting them drop out of the plane.

A few minutes later they were back on solid ground and Jules was grinning over at Sam as he repacked the parachute.

"You're right. That was like sex," she said and he laughed.