I OWN NOTHING! And I totally called what happened with Bobbi and Lance, although lets face it, didn't we all? They're freaking fantastic together. I was gonna do this as M, but I'm really not that confident in my writing skills, so I stuck with T. And without further ado:
"Ugh."
The breathe left her body as she collapsed on top of him, as much as that was possible in the cramped SUV. They lay there for a moment, getting their heartbeats back to normal with her head resting on his chest and their bare legs tangled together. He reached down to stroke her hair where it was spread across his chest, and cleared his throat.
"So. Erm. What now?"
Bobbi worked her way off of him, and they adjusted themselves so they were sitting side by side in the back of the car, still naked, with her head on his shoulder.
"I meant it you know, when I said I had your back no matter what."
"I know. And...I've got yours you know."
"Ya. At the end of the day..."
"Soooo..." it was Bobbi's turn to ask. "Now what? I mean, we're going to be doing this again. And they're not that oblivious that we can hide it" she stated, drumming her fingers on his thigh.
"I suppose we don't then, if that's alright with you" Lance answered, twisting his head to look at her.
"I suppose we don't." she replied grabbing her panties off of the center console. They finished dressing, sharing an awkward glance when they realized their shirts had been outside the entire time.
"Do you think someone..."
"Well, doesn't really matter now I suppose" Lance replied, offering a hand. They strolled back into the base together, finding it oddly quiet until they reached the main living area, where Mac, Simmons, and May were sitting together with
"Shit" Bobbi muttered under her breath.
Mac just grinned and poured them both champagne flutes.