Disclaimer: I don't own Human Target and intend no copyright infringement.
~ for niagaraweasel ~
It was a bit cold to be sleeping outside this late in the summer, yes, but Ames had definitely survived worse outdoor nights than this – the sky a starlit black velvet cover, the moon a spectacular silver crescent, leaves rustling in the gentle breeze coming in from the ocean and the heavy scent of roses in the air… It was beautiful.
If only she had found a thicker blanket…
"Mind if I bunk here tonight?"
Huh. She hadn't heard Chance coming. He had probably approached the wrought iron rose pavilion extra silently to not wake her and only now noticed that her eyes were still open.
"Mi casa es su casa…", Ames replied, deciding that the problem of the thin blanket had just solved itself. "Garden shed too crowded after all?"
"Winston and Guerrero can't stop bickering."
Their latest job had ended with Chance dragging the client out of a burning building … a burning car… or had it been a burning boat? Well, whatever, in the process he had received a couple of bruises, he could really do without a Guerrero/Winston impersonation of Statler and Waldorf.
"Well, I don't hear them now…" Ames remarked.
"Maybe they killed each other. I'll check in the morning." With a grunt Chance lowered himself to the floor.
"Oh, come on, there's definitely enough space on this lounger." Ames reached into the darkness, found his hand, pulled him up. After a second of hesitation Chance caved in. She scooted over, making room for him right in front of her.
As he laid himself down again, her arms sneaked around him and she snuggled into his back, spooning so close her breath warmed his spine.
"Ames…"
"What? It's a cold night."
Chance decided she had a point. Her skin was so wonderfully smooth and soft… How could he complain? He felt himself getting lost in her embrace.
… … …
"You think it worked?", Guerrero quietly asked Winston in the darkness of the garden shed.
"Up to Ames now. But she's never been one to miss out on an opportunity. And he's ready to start something serious again. Just needs a little push, with all that armor he's built up since Katherine... Ames will probably wish him a very good morning…"
"What do you thinks the odds are she manages to pull it off? Three to one? Five to one?"
Winston rolled his eyes and made an effort to keep his voice down. "You don't really think I'm going to bet on…"
"I'm just saying…"
