I couldn't help myself! I love them together! The demon monkeys in a barrel from the warehouse made me do it!

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I craved for human contact. I wasn't going to admit to my need. I lie curled up at the end of the couch drowning.

Pete enters the room and gives a tired mischievous smile, "You know you're on my side of the couch?"

He was right, I never sit on this side of the couch and he never sits on the other. It's some strange silent agreement we have.

I don't respond; I just don't have the strength. He watches me for a moment and the playful act is dropped. He sits on the edge of the couch and his warm hands push me away so he can sit in his spot. Normally I would have screeched at him to stop touching me and being an immature child but I just couldn't do it. The few seconds his hands had been on my body had felt good, now I felt empty. He shifts and brings his legs up and slips them behind me stretching out on the couch.

At this rate he's going to push me off the couch, I could care less. I restrain myself from pressing my body into his legs and instead content myself with the warmth they radiate.

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I watch her curled form on the couch and it tears my heart. Watching those people die today took a lot from her.

I'll have to have a talk with Artie about lying off the gut wrenching artifact hunting once a month for a day or two.

I know what she needs. I noticed things about her, like how she pulls to the right when she is mad at Artie, how she eats large amounts of sugar when she is stressed, or how once a month she accidentally run into walls and brushes against me more often. I know what she wants.

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

I really thought he was going to push me off the couch; it wouldn't have surprised me, but he doesn't. Instead, one arm wraps around my waist and pulls me up to his chest and his other hand forces me to uncurl. He presses our bodies together and entangles his legs in mine. He rests his head on the arm of the couch and slips his forearm beneath my neck. His other hand rests on my hip drawing circles on my exposed flesh with his thumb. I sigh and try to get closer, even though I know there is no more space between us.

I know that this is crossing a line but right now I don't care. I know that I should suppress the warm tingles that are spreading through my body. I don't care.

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Maybe what we're doing is crossing a line but I don't care. I'm not going to let her suffer because of some stupid line of professionalism. I'm not going to watch her drown because of the rules. Besides I need this too. The smell of her shampoo wafts up my nose and I breathe her in. I bury my face in her wild curls, breathe deeply, and I drift as I listen to the sound of her breathing even out.

OOOOOOOOOOOO

I walk into the room and spot them on the couch. Their bodies are meshed together, legs intertwined, and their fingers interlocked. I can't help the wide smile that spreads across my face. The sorrow and darkness have left their faces. The lines of worry are smoothed out leaving a serene look of contentment as they hold one another. I can feel their "auras" mixing together. I wonder when they will figure it out, when they'll accept that they are together for life. I'd bet Pete will be the first to accept it but Myka will be the first to figure it out.

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So if you were too stupid to figure it out :) lol, it went Myka POV, Pete POV, Myka, Pete, Leena.

Hope you likey! Let me know pretty paweez or I'll never post again lol That's a lie but I would like to feel the love!!!!!!!