A/U A short fic based on a drabble prompt that went over 100 words. Hope you enjoy this humorous, but sexy offering.
*Disclaimers ~ I don't own Person of Interest or any of its characters.
Shaw sat in the dark of Carter's living room and took a bite out of the apple she'd gotten out of the fridge. Nobody was at home. Shaw had made sure of that. In fact she stood across the street earlier and watched Carter's son Taylor walk down the front steps with his arm around some pretty girl's shoulder. By the look on his face, she guessed he wouldn't be back for a while.
She'd been unsuccessfully trying to reach Reese all evening. He wasn't answering her calls or texts. When she'd activated the GPS tracker on his phone it showed he was in a restaurant in Brooklyn, which just happened to be just a few blocks from where Carter lived. Out of curiosity she tracked Carter's phone too and not surprisingly found she and John were in the same place.
That was a little over an hour ago; they should be finished with dinner just about now. She took another bite of the apple, shaking her head and thinking of Reese's denial on the roof when she'd asked him if something was going on between him and the detective.
"Such a liar."
Truthfully she wondered what Carter saw in him. He had nothing to offer but a truck load of baggage and the temperament of a brooding child. He was definitely not her type. But to each his own she thought.
She turned her head at the sound of footsteps on the front porch, hushed tones, and what sounded like…giggling. They were giggling. The front door opened and they stumbled inside together.
"Oh, John," Carter whispered, and Shaw listened as she heard the smacking of lips together. She should really announce her presence, but at the moment she didn't feel inclined to.
Instead of cutting the light on or even taking their activities to the bedroom, they leaned against the front door. From the small amount of street light that filtered in the living room, she watched their silhouettes moving against each other.
"You like that?" John asked, and Shaw cocked her head to the side. There was smacking again, this time his lips were on her neck.
"You know I do," Carter answered.
Shaw heard a zipper being unfastened a few moments later, the sound of ruffled clothing and a deep moan escaped Reese's lips.
"Fuck."
Carter silenced whatever he said next as she kissed him. It was getting way past the awkward stage, Shaw thought. She'd been here too long to just continue to sit and watch, but inwardly she wished she actually could continue to sit and watch. For much longer. Maybe even all the way to the end.
She licked her bottom lip.
She had to admit these two were hot together. The sounds they were both making, Carter stroking Reese's erection and their moans, it was all too much. She finally stood to her feet and turned on the lamp near the sofa.
Both Reese and Carter swung round, and the gun at the small of his back was now aimed in Shaw's direction.
"Easy there, Reese. It's just me."
"Shaw?" Carter sounded totally embarrassed. "Oh my God. What the hell are you doing in my house?"
"Well, I needed to talk to Reese about a case. Figured I'd just wait here for him to show up. Seemed like a good idea at the time."
"Well it wasn't," Reese said, zipping his pants back up. He stood in front of Carter while she righted her clothing. She found the gesture sweet but decided to keep the thought to herself.
"Get out," Reese said.
"Ok."
She walked past them both and neither of them said a word to her. As she descended the front steps and walked onto the pavement, the faint sound of their nervous laughter filled her ears.