Author's Note: Don't own Blindspot. Don't sue. This came from when I realized we have ten kissing gifs and there are 10 days left. I figure this will make me stick to a schedule (or fail miserably).
There wasn't much she knew for sure.
She knew she liked coffee.
She knew her favorite color was black.
She knew was a morning person.
And she knew Kurt Weller.
She knew everything about Kurt Weller. Except for, well, how she really felt about him. Or what those feelings meant. Or what to do about them.
But when Patterson cried and hugged her and said those words, all she could think about was Weller.
How he was the first person she trusted (and who trusted her).
How he was always there for her.
How she felt when he was there. And when he wasn't.
How she felt when he looked into her eyes.
How right it felt when they danced (was that really just yesterday?)
And how, all of a sudden, she didn't want to have any more doubts about this. They dealt in life and death situations daily now (because of her, she thought ruefully). She'd already been shot once, and she knew it could happen again. To any one of them, but especially to Kurt.
And there he was, right in front of her. And she tried to explain, but words fell away when their lips met.