A Traci/Jerry story
Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue or any of its characters. I just like the show.
The sight of Traci holding the baby drew him towards her ... like a moth to a flame. The baby was adorable. Her wide toothless grin made him smile too. She cooed and waved a chubby little fist at him. He leaned in.
The baby was absolutely endearing but that's not why he leaned in even closer still.
Her perfume, Traci's ... that is, tickled his nose.
It was quiet, understated but pretty and very feminine ... It was Traci.
Her scent could just reach him, entice him ... and he wanted more.
So he leaned in supposedly towards the baby - trying to think up more stuff to say that would allow him to move in closer so that he could inhale more of her wonderful scent.
It was addictive.
It made him think of flowers ... babies ... sons that looked like him. It made him so peaceful and calm that he turned his head very slightly towards her bosom. Now he was thinking of other stuff ... like ... like ... morning sex. It took all his training not to press his head ... dammit ... he wanted more.
And finally, he was brave enough to look away from the infant, who was babbling as much as he was, and into her eyes.
That was a mistake.
It felt like he had slipped into a deep calm pool and he was drowning ... drowning fast. He felt trapped!
And now he yearned ...
His shaky grasp on sanity told him that this had to be showing in his eyes.
Did she know? Did she realize what she was doing to him?
Her eyes smiled at him. Her lips smiled at him. Maybe ... maybe ... there was something there ... behind ... shit!
Did she know?
He could feel his face turning red. And that had not happened since he was an awkward pimply fourteen year old. He was a grown man ... dammit!
It took willpower but he dragged his gaze away. His brain could no longer put together any sentences anyway. He pressed his lips together and stared away ... anywhere else but at her holding a beautiful baby and making him want ... things.
...
Her scent still tickled his nose.