If there ever was a plan, it certainly didn't involve staying for dinner. One taste however and she was hooked on the idea of eating something that wasn't takeout or microwave fresh. Remy put minimal thought into what she ate and as a result, it sometimes meant she'd prefer to work on a case rather than shove a burger down her throat. None of that mattered tonight of course, since she was standing across from him in his kitchen finishing the last of plate he'd placed in front of her.
The conversation had been minimal since she didn't want to go into why she was so hungry and assumed he was pleased that he was just happy to see the food not being tossed in the trashed. When the silence consumed the kitchen, she knew it was time to get going. Taking the time to do the dishes before offering him a wave on the way out, his words startled her. She stopped on her heels and turned to face him when he spoke.
"Same time tomorrow?"
"S—sure."
While she'd never admit to it, the majority of the day was spent thinking about going back to his place. The food was good of course but the light conversation had been the closest to friendly interaction she'd had in months. Showing up with a decent bottle of wine was the least she could do and the smell filling the kitchen told her that it was a wise decision. The door was unlocked so when she walked in to greet him, she thought little of hopping up to sit on his kitchen island and watch him at the stove.
"I brought wine."
"If you wanted to get me drunk and take advantage of me, all you had to do was ask."
"If this is half as good as last night, I just might."
The satisfied smirk he offered her was all the assurance she needed that he was glad she showed up. The smell of the tomato sauce was nothing short of alluring and she caught herself staring at him while he cooked. Small talk was made, partly about her day and partly about his. The always present fear she had of saying something he'd turn against her was gone. For once, she felt comfortable around him and held on to that feeling throughout the duration of the meal.
Just like the night before, the plate was cleaned by the time she finished only tonight the wine bottle was empty as well. Somehow, they had moved the conversation to the couch and she sat there with a guarantee from him that she'd like the vinyl he'd just put on the player. No shock to hear the jazz coming out of the speakers but the real shock was in that they continued their conversation until two in the morning. She didn't even remember falling asleep sometime after he turned the lights off.
When she woke up around three, it was to the unfamiliar sound of him sleeping. The music had stopped and the night was in full swing. Knowing she had a shift in the morning and that it would be best to get some sleep that wasn't on a couch - she stood to leave. Quietly moving to step over him and towards the door, she was shocked when his hand gently grasped her wrist. His voice was as rough and gravely as usual, just spoken in a tone barely above a whisper.
"Stay."
A moment of consideration was all she needed before moving to sit back down next to him. When his arm moved around her shoulders to pull her close, she didn't protest. Her head rested against his chest as she stared blankly at the ceiling. Watching his movements in silence, she saw his arm move to rest across her stomach, keeping her close to him. There were no more words exchanged and really there was nothing left to say. Her hand moved to grasp his wrist and gently hold it in place as she drifted off to sleep.