Author: Stephearth
Rating: R, Adult situations, Sexual situations
Catagory: Drama, Mild angst (J/MP)
Timeline: Mid-season four, New Year's eve 1999
Spoilers: None
Summary: A new year's surprise turns into something memorable.

Author's Notes: Length is 996 words, Do Not Archive without Permission, except for the Pretender Links Reference Guide were this challenge is being hosted. And Please know that it was EXTREMELY hard to keep it under 1000 words, again!!!! *winks* The requirements were: at least one naked character, champaign, new years, and a special request for Jarod in a speedo *g*.

Dedication: To my beloved Sis, Lady Blue Mist. Without her help, guidance, and evilness, I would not have had the courage to put this idea on the computer and out in the public eye! {{hugs}}

Disclaimer: The characters portrayed in this fan fiction belong to NBC and any other copyright holders. No infringement is intended.

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Jarod pushed open the door to his hotel room, exhausted from his latest pretend with the National swim team. Glancing at the clock near the bed, sighed happily. He had exactly twenty minutes until midnight. Plenty of time for him to jump in the shower and be out to watch the midnight fireworks display on his balcony. Jarod quickly removed his black leather jacket, T-shirt, and grabbed the phone, ordering a bottle of champagne from room service. Next, he kicked off his shoes and socks and undid his belt. He was pulling his jeans down over his hips when the door to his room burst open.

Miss Parker was momentarily stunned by the sight that greeted her, Jarod with his pants down, slightly bent over, with his butt facing her. Recovering instantly from her shock she bit her lower lip as she commented, "Very nice speedo, Jarod. Personally, I always pictured you as more of a boxer kind of man." She ran her eyes over his lean muscled body.

Jarod straighten up and made a move to pull his jeans back up, when he heard the click of the gun’s hammer being drawn. His eyes flew to hers, searching for malice, finding none. "Well, I never knew that you were interested in my underwear . . .," he let the sentence trail off as he watched Miss Parker struggle out of her dark blazer, her shirt pulled tight against her breasts.

Jarod was facing her, at the foot of his bed, watching her as she tugged at her silk shirt, releasing it from her waist band. His eyes growing wider by the moment. Her eyes were traveling down his broad chest, following the dark patch of hair that tapered down his torso to disappear below the firey red speedo he wore. She’d always like men in speeds, exposing nearly all their bodies had to offer. Her gaze was intense, like her eyes were caressing his body slowly. Her study mapped every contour of muscle on his chest. Parker had to admit he was very sexy, standing before her, embarrassed, in that speedo.

She felt a sudden urge to touch him, to slide her hand over his body, run her fingers inside the waistband of his tight swimsuit. He filled the suit perfectly. Miss Parker’s breath became labored as her thoughts focused on the pleasure of him 'filling' her.

Suddenly the silent tension was broken by a rap at the door. Parker froze and looked from the door to Jarod. Before she could ask him who was there, the intrusive person spoke, "Room Service."

Parker let a smile cress her face, walked to the door, placed her gun out of site on the near by table, and gave Jarod a warning look. She opened the door, smiled sweetly to the young man with the cart. "I’ve brought your champagne, ma’am."

"Thank you," she smiled over her shoulder at Jarod. Parker pulled the cart into the room, she saw the boy peaking in, giving Jarod a knowing smile, she quickly closed the door in his face. Parker smiled at him again as she observed the glasses and bottle of champagne.

Jarod looked at her, confusion on his face, daring not to speak. She looked as if she was ready to pounce on him any second. Her face was unreadable.

Miss Parker expertly poured the bubbly into the glasses and seductively walked over to hand one to him. "Happy New Year, Jarod," her voice low and husky. Miss Parker took a long sip and returned to the delicate art of undressing before him.

Jarod was in complete shock, his champagne untouched as he stared at her, memorized by her movements. When she was clad only in her bra and panties, he felt compelled to say something to her. "Miss Parker, may I ask what your doing?"

"Jarod, I thought you were a genius? Haven’t you figured it out by now?" Her words were low, seductive. Parker filled her glass again, padded over to stand in front of him. Placed a hand on his shoulder as she pushed him to sit on the bed. Then to Jarod’s surprise she climbed into his lap, her arms winding around his neck, her thighs straddling his.

Time just stood still for Jarod, somewhere in the back of his mind he heard the loud crack of a fire cracker exploding but his mind was concentrated on the woman in his arms. Her low, soft voice in his ear was like a dream to him, "I want you . . . now," she whispered. Her lips covered his in a very passionate kiss that left him breathless when she finally allowed him to breath.

Jarod realized that he still held his glass of champagne, quickly bring it to his lips, his mouth was very dry. Parker also took the opportunity to sip her bubbly before wrapping her arms around him again. This time Jarod was the one to capture her lips in a powerful kiss that caused the world to disappear for both of them. Jarod’s glass fell to the floor, unnoticed. Some how Parker managed to let hers go over the edge of the bed.

With their hands free to explore they did so, passionately, arousing each other’s desire beyond the brink. Jarod removed Miss Parker’s undergarments as she pushed him back onto the bed. When their passion for each other became to much to stifle any longer, Miss Parker helped Jarod out of his snug speedo and carelessly she threw them to the floor.

Jarod and Miss Parker joined each other in cries of ecstasy as the night wore on. In the morning when Jarod awoke he found her gone. The room was silent and cold without her. The only evidence, besides the sated feeling within him, that proved he had not dreamed the encounter, was a little note left by the dark green bottle of champagne:

J,

I hope you enjoyed your New Year’s Eve.

Thank you,

P

The End