Here is a two part fic I forgot I wrote! Part two up soon.
Walking into the restaurant with a blood red halter dress; the back completely cut out, hugging my ass so tight that wearing panties just wasn't an option, and completing the ensemble is a pair of black four inch fuck me pumps. My makeup is flawless as I walk into the restaurant on the arm of just a friend Eric, who happens to look like Shemar Moore and I feel so sexy and fucking invincible as the battle lines are drawn here tonight.
John fucking Reese had the nerve to tell me, no inform me, that he would be working a case with Zoe who was just a friend. Now don't get me wrong, I know men and women can just be friends, but this woman wants more and yet he tells me not to overreact. Me…over…react! And then he goes on to say how I shouldn't be jealous since she's just a friend then he didn't understand why I was getting upset. Well since he feels that way he shouldn't have a problem with me and just a friend Eric. John also tells me not to worry and that she's no threat to us, but just like every dumb ass man in the world he's flattered at the attention Zoe pays him.
Deep in my heart I know he would never betray me for several reasons. He's just not the type to do something to deliberately hurt me. And speaking of hurtful, I might have let it be known to him that screwing me over… by screwing some other woman would result in having his dick and balls nailed to the wall…literally. But I digress because I'm here tonight to prove a point. The point being; let's see how he feels with me sitting in the same restaurant having dinner with just a friend.
Spotting him across the room, he notices me just as Eric places his hand at the small of my back just above my ass. John can't see this, but he's very familiar with this particular dress. I watch him watch Eric and I as we make our way across the restaurant with a predatory look in his eyes. I smile and turn to take my seat at our table which is dead center of the restaurant where John has a perfect view of Eric and me.
We're sitting at the table, making small talk when I hear the music of the tango starting to play. I notice that the dance floor is filling up with couples dancing and before I can even ask, Eric is up and at my seat asking me to dance. Eric and I grew up together and his mom taught dancing and we both would be in her studio learning the waltz, tango, and other dances much to his dismay. So those lessons will definitely come in handy tonight.
Walking onto the dance floor I smile up at Eric and nod at him to turn up the heat like we use to do when we practiced back in the day. Returning my smile he pulls me to him and we begin to move like we've dance together every day instead of it being years. Really getting into the music and the dance, we don't realize that the dance floor has cleared with the exception of us.
As the last melody is played to the song Eric twirls me away. Coming out of our haze, we hear clapping and someone even whistles. Blushing, I realize just like back when we were teenagers, we'd totally lost ourselves to the music. As Eric takes my hand, he bows. Then points to me and I bow. As I come up, I look into the ice cold baby blues of John.
It seems that in the time it took for Eric and I to lose ourselves in the tango, John had made his way onto the dance floor with Zoe. Lifting my brow I smirk and step back into Eric's arms and we start to waltz, along with everyone else on the dance floor. Making or rather stalking his way over to us John stops and taps Eric on the shoulder. He asks to cut in - of course I know this isn't a request but more like a demand. Trading partners, I begin to waltz with John as Zoe does with Eric. I can feel just how tense he is and I'm glad he can't see the smirk on my face at just how pissed off he's become at seeing me tangoing with Eric.
"So Detective tell me, did you enjoy your dance with your friend?" John is watching me with an intensively pissed off glare that I simply smile at.
"Actually, Eric and I always did bring the heat, on and off, the dance floor and any other floor we happened to be on." Leaning back, I look him in the eye as if to say 'now take that asshole' but of course he's not done. The stubborn ass…
"Really? Do tell because I didn't realize that you would be showing up at this restaurant with your friend tonight. I mean I must have missed the memo." He's trying to pick a fight here but I'm not going to give him the satisfaction which is assured to piss him off even more.
"Oh I'm sorry, it was probably on the same memo that stated Zoe was just a friend." 'Take that and stick it asshole', I think, even as I get a kick out of him being pissed and yes, even jealous. Because, I know, that Eric and I are a fine looking man and woman, if I do say so myself.
He tightens his hold on me, pulling me closer as he leans down and whispers. "Don't start something that you'll regret later Joss because you know I can be extremely dangerous when something I want is involved." He leans back and gives me an intense look. That look alone would clue anyone in (that knows him) as to just how pissed and dangerous this situation can get, but I still press on.
Licking my lips, I lean close to him and whisper against his mouth. "And so can I John. So…can…I. And now, if you'll excuse me, Eric and I have a lot to catch up on. It's been a while since we've seen each other." At first it seems as if he doesn't want to let me go, but a quick glare from me, and he reluctantly does. I'm nodding my head as I turn just as Eric is bringing Zoe back to John. I decide to take one last parting shot.
"Oh well Zoe I hope you and John have a wonderful night. I know Eric and I plan to." Taking the arm he offers, we walk off the dance floor and back to our table. Sitting at the table I can feel his eyes burning into the back of my skull and it just makes the smirk on my face spread even further. Yes, tonight is going to be memorable to say the least, and very educational where John Reese is concerned.
After eating dinner and having desert, I decide it's time to leave. Eric and I make our way to the exit and I know that whatever I have planned I'd better make it quick because if I know my vigilante the way I do he'll be on our asses quick, fast, and in a fucking hurry. Grabbing Eric's arm we practically sprint out the door and hail a cab giggling and just enjoying the night. I Turn to Eric and shoot him a wink as the cab drops me off at John's place which is the absolutely last place he would go searching for me. Leaning over, I give Eric a kiss and with a wave of my hand I go up with the key given to me by John. I sit or rather lay in wait for a jealous, probably pissed off, and possessive boyfriend who had to be taught a valuable lesson by me.