A/N: Yet another little foray into the world of GRIGSBY. Everyone writes about his memory of the kiss.....Thought we should hear from Grace.
DISCLAIMER: No, they have not shown up yet, and unless I can order them through the PTA wrapping paper sale, I will not own them and don't!
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This Magic Moment
There is an instant in time and it only ever happens once. It is that precise second just before two sets of lips meet for the first time.
Sometimes they crash into each other, hot, open and hungry. That kind of moment is usually fraught with desire, frequently unspoken yet no less full and heavy. Eyes meet and widen as they devour each other. They know in the next moment it will be lips acting on the ravenous looks. Those lips that slant over the other person's seeking to draw them into themselves. They seek to lay claim and brand themselves upon each other.
There are those kisses that happen slowly, gently. Those lips savor the moment. They pause just barely soaking up scent of the other. Their skin feeling two noses dancing next to each other as they gracefully avoid crashing. This moment is about knowing what is to come. It's about wondering how those lips will feel, will they be soft and gentle or moist with the desire that is slowly building up?
For Grace Van Pelt, that moment happened in an instant. One moment she was watching Patrick Jane plant hypnotic suggestions on poor Rigsby. The poor man had gone along with Jane, closing his eyes and thinking about what he most wanted to do. When Jane told him to open his eyes and do it, Rigsby looked mortified. At that moment, Grace decided she would not be a witness to whatever silly thing Jane would make him do.
Wayne Rigsby was an Agent, for Christ's sake! He was good at his job and a really sweet man. When it came to an arson investigation he rivaled Jane in his ablitlity to put together the slightest clue. He was straight arrow, but willing to go along with whatever fun arose.
She knew he was more than a little interested in her, but also knew he would never aggressively pursue her. Besides regulations, his own gentle nature precluded him from acting like an idiot. It wasn't the first time a fellow cop was interested. Grace was a beautiful woman. Cops by nature were alpha males. A good looking red-head was fair game for them. And truthfully, she had spent some very intense time with good looking, well built men as a cop. Fortunately, she had seen how wrong that could go when she witnessed friends dating. This was a tough enough job for a woman. Being sexualized more than you had to be was to be avoided.
So, Grace would enjoy knowing she was desired. She was a woman after all. But she would not act on it. Even if Wayne was incredibly cute and built and sweet and STOP IT GRACE!! She pulled herself up short. Enjoying the view was one thing. Jumping into that lake was dangerous! So, Grace started to walk away. Sometimes when he had that puzzled look on his face she wanted to smooth it out. Distance usually helped at moments like this.
Before she even got a step, he was there, pulling on her arm and sliding his large warm hand into her curls. He held her head and just swooped in and tasted. His other hand held her gently but firmly to him. When Grace had a chance to look back on that kiss, she would remember so many details. She would remember being surprised at how soft and gentle and yet strong his lips were. His shirt under her hands was warm and smooth and the muscles that she could feel under it were larger than even she expected. He was all controlled, calm power. Her hands slid up to his shoulder and to his waist. She told herself later that it was because she was off balance and instinctively grabbed to steady herself. She knew she was lying.
She kissed him back. He tasted like coffee and mints and pure male essence. Her nose was teased with the heady combination of his sweat and hair gel and wait, baby powder? She kissed him back. His kiss wasn't demanding and rough. It was tentative like some first kisses. It was sure and deliberate. The outside world, the bullpen and those watching didn't matter to him. He kissed as if they were alone and had all the time in the world. She kissed him back. He could have done anything with the suggestion of doing what he most wanted. Kissing her was what he most wanted in the world. Knowing that was incredibly arousing.
For that magic moment she kissed him back. It was the best first kiss she had ever known.
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