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An Ames/Guerrero fic.
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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Human Target.
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A/N: Another one for these two, this time from Ames's point of view.
Another short one, I promise I'll try to start making these things longer.
A little introspective into Ames's thoughts about saving Guerrero's life, in the episode "Wife's Tale".
I hope you guys like this one, I know I'll love writing it.
As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!
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Ames lay in her bed that night, thinking about everything that had happened that day. Hell, everything that had happened in the past week! Her entire life was flipped upside down, and she was enjoying every minute of it.
And to top it all off, she was drinking buddies with the King of Torture himself! Okay, well ... drinking buddies might be a bit of a stretch. He hadn't exactly been gung-ho about taking her for drinks, but he'd done it!
Ames smiled, thinking back to when she'd dove on him to save him from the man intending to kill their would-be snitch. It had been a total reflex, and she had no reason to smile about the fact that they'd nearly been killed, but she couldn't help it. Just like in the bar with Guerrero, she couldn't stop grinning.
Foolishly, as though there were someone in her apartment who could read her thoughts, she glanced around the dark room surreptitiously, allowing her mind to wander a second later. She'd only been on top of him for a few seconds, and the gunshots and falling glass had occupied most of her attention ... but not all of it. No, she'd been plenty aware of his well-muscled body beneath hers. Soft and hard in all the right places, perfectly molding against her lithe frame.
What was it about dangerous guys? He could kill her with a single finger, even if both of his hands were tied behind his back, but she still wanted to jump his bones and worship every inch of that glorious body.
She thought back to when they'd left the bar, and he'd called a cab for her. She'd given him her best seductive look, batted her eyes and pouted her lips, and invited him back to her place for a nightcap. It had been a long-shot, but she'd been tipsy and fearless.
For a moment - almost a longer moment than when she'd thrown herself onto him to save him - he'd stared into her eyes, for once betraying his sarcastic and disconcerted exterior. His dark eyes had penetrated into hers, and for the briefest of moments, she could've sworn that he'd leaned slightly towards her. But, then a horn honked as some dimwit tried to run out in front of traffic, and the spell had been broken. Guerrero had brushed her off in what he probably thought was a polite manner, and made his way to his car, leaving her to wait for her cab.
Tucking her hands behind her head, Ames thought about what tomorrow would bring. Maybe she'd imagined in, maybe he'd just had too much to drink ... but she couldn't deny the chemistry between them. She sure as hell didn't want to deny it! She wasn't the kind of person to live with regrets, or secret crushes. No, she damn near always got what she wanted, and right then? She wanted Guerrero.
She could be patient. Well, no ... she could be persistent. She'd charmed him into one night of drinks, she could do it again. And one of those nights, he wouldn't decline her offer. He'd make her purr and scream like no man ever had, she just knew it. She couldn't wait for those hands to torture her in the best way possible.
Ames finally drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with a delightful mesh of shattered glass and hard bodies, doing what they did best.
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The end.
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