Lessons
Disclaimer: I wish, but no, I don't own the characters/show.
Spoilers: Season 3's Hero II: Broken Arrow
Author's Note: Because yeah, this episode needs so much fic. *nods*
He's gotten weirder gifts over the years, but a bag of beef jerky wrapped in a white flag has got to be a first.
"Uh, thanks," he smiles.
"That mean you're not mad at me?"
He looks at her, really looks at her.
She's no longer the voluptuous vixen who had literally, not to mention painfully, swept of him off his feet, just Kate, Kate who looked hotter to him now barefoot in grey leggings and a long lavender shirt.
"I'm not mad, if anything I'm embarrassed, but I appreciate the gift," he lifts the peace offering in question, breaking open the bag and raising it to her.
She's been fidgeting, and she takes the opportunity to do something with her hands, grabbing a large piece and ripping a chunk off between her teeth, chewing slowly.
He'd be a liar if he said he wasn't turned on.
"Nothing for you to be embarrassed about Hank, if anything I'm the one who should be embarrassed."
Hank.
Hey Hank…
He swallows hard.
"But you aren't?"
Her smile is downright sinful, almost the same as one she'd worn in that alley.
"Not one bit."
And how the hell had she gotten so close? She wasn't even wearing the suit!
"Uh, Kate…"
"Relax, Hank, I was just getting this-"
Her lips almost touch his as she reaches around him, grabbing the Molly he'd been working on, and suddenly he's back behind Morgan Ave.
"You really do need to let me give you some lessons," she smirks, pulling away with gun in hand, "C'mon, grab the jerky and we'll get some energy drinks on the way to the shooting range."
He grabs the bag just as she grabs his hand, practically yanking him out the door.
Letting himself be pulled down the hallway, a familiar and blissful expression covers his face.
His Kate is back, and he couldn't be happier.