Originally posted on: 11/08/2011

I borrrowed the first line from the TV show 'Wanted' that gave the main idea of this Fic


A Beer, a Bar and a Lady

"Nothing is sexier than a woman drinking beer out of a bottle," he leaned closer to her to whisper into her ear after she took the first sip.

Her lips curled up to a smile then the smile turned into a chuckle and the chuckle ended in laughter. No one could laugh the way she did. That was one of the many reasons he'd fallen in love with her. And tonight he added a bunch of more to the list of reasons why he loved her. She was sitting next to him in a bar, wearing jeans and a shirt just like him, drinking beer from a bottle just like him. Her hair was held up in a ponytail and definitely no one around them could have guessed her age or her profession when looking at her that night.

"I had to dress like you so that you finally tell me I'm sexy?" she asked in a teasing tone and this time he was the one who couldn't stop his laughter from bursting out.

"I'm sure it wasn't the first time you heard this from me," he apologized, while his mind was already racing to try and think of another time he'd said those words.

"I'm pretty sure it was," she stated firmly and took another sip of the drink.

He couldn't think of anything to confute her statement with, so he decided to make his mistake right then and there.

"You are sexy," he whispered in her ear slowly, emphasising each word, "And I can repeat this after every sip, before every kiss, whatever you want," he added, moving a little backwards, trying to look into her eyes.

"Whatever I want?" she asked sending a rather seductive look in his direction and he couldn't resist leaning towards her ear to slowly whisper the three words again.

She started to chuckle elegantly, the way only she could, but he immediately cut her off with a kiss on her lips. She didn't protest, she let his lips take over hers, giving in to him completely. He didn't want to seem too eager, it wasn't the right place for that, but he wanted to show her that he meant what he'd said.

After their lips parted she moved hers to his ear, "Just for the record, you are sexy too," she whispered in the same tone as he had.

"You know, it's not like you've ever told me this before either," he replied with a challenging smile and she hid hers behind the bottle, drinking from it again.

"It's the beer," she stated casually, "Makes me wanna say all sorts of things," she leaned to his side again to finish the sentence, "And do," she placed a kiss on his cheek before she moved back again.

"You should drink beer more often," he shrugged, tasting his drink again.

"Nah, it's a one of a lifetime opportunity cowboy, you should use it wisely," she challenged him and it was no use denying how much she'd turned him on with her behaviour. Still leaving the place at once to bring her home and make love to her wouldn't have fallen under the 'wisely' category and they both knew that. He was probably facing the most unguarded Diane Lockhart he'd ever seen, so he planned to enjoy her company as long as possible.

"Let's dance," he suggested out of the blue, clearly surprising her with his words.

"What?" she asked incredulously, "I thought you can't dance."

"And I thought you don't like beer, go figure," he said teasing and it was obvious that she considered this a fair reply, because she gave him a remarkable smile.

"I don't like beer, but you've never said you liked dancing either," she retorted neatly and he let out a slight chuckle.

Arguing with her had almost been impossible for him, because no matter how hard he'd tried she'd always had to have the last word. And he had never really minded, because he had been in love with her smartness from the first moment on. He would never forget the first time when he'd shown her the experiment in his lab connected to the first case they'd ever worked on together. She'd grasped everything so easily, he hadn't had to explain much to her. Some men would feel intimidated by smart women, but not him. He'd always been smart enough to respect that in the other sex.

"Let's find it out if I do," he suggested and he had no doubts she'd say yes.

It was the first time he'd ever talked about dancing with her, even though they'd had the chance to do it on several occasion. But he'd never been sure what she'd say to him asking her out, she had never been comfortable putting their relationship on a public display. He'd been with her to different events, but mostly as a discreet plus one and they never really went further than linking arms.

But tonight was different. They were in a bar and he suspected that it'd been a long time since she'd been in a place like that before. She was basically at an unusual place, drinking something she wasn't used to drinking, wearing clothes he'd never thought to see her in one day. Everything was out of her ordinary that night and he decided it was time for them to break more of her rules.

Without waiting for her reply he grabbed her hand that wasn't holding the bottle and she didn't hesitate long. She put the drink on the table and stood up from her seat, following him to the dance floor. They both looked at the couples dancing around them, trying to figure out how to adapt to them. They were of different ages, so they fitted in perfectly, even though the rhythm of the song that was playing was apparently as unfamiliar to her as to him. Still he didn't hesitate long to finally grab a hold of her and their moves soon adjusted to the music as they danced along.

"I might not like dancing in general, but I definitely love dancing with you," he whispered to her ear and he felt as she slicked just a little closer to him as they were moving to the slow tunes of the next song.

"I thought it was something for me to find out," she smiled, obviously flattered by his statement.

"I'm sure you have already figured it out," he replied, holding her just a little tighter.

"Maybe," she shrugged, "I mean you give yourself away too easily," she teased, but he knew that she was right, in fact she liked that about him. He showed what he felt and meant what he said.

"What you see is what you get," he smiled then bent closer to her ear again, "You know I can't control myself around you," he whispered.

"It was your choice, cowboy," she breathed into his ear and at that point he almost regretted choosing dancing over something completely different that night.

Even though she was wearing a simple shirt, she made sure to leave enough buttons open at the top to draw the attention of his eyes there from time to time. Not to mention the smell of her perfume, the one he really loved and always reminded him of her. She was as womanly in her unusual outfit as ever. He turned in her direction to captivate her eyes for a short while then leaned to her ear to whisper those magical words.

"You are sexy."

This time she didn't chuckle, she waited patently until his lips found their way to hers. For a moment he forgot about where they were and how many people were around them. He tasted her lips with an impatient desire and her former patience seemed to have vanished as well. By the time their kiss ended they were both nearly grasping for air and he realised that it was no use fighting the obvious anymore. It was finally time for them to get out of there.

"I want to kidnap you from here," he said, meaning every word and he saw in her eyes that she was also ready for that. He had no doubts that she wanted the same thing as him.

"You won't even let me finish my beer?"

The teasing question came on her lips and this opportunity was too good for him to pass.

"If I let you finish your beer, I'm afraid it might have serious consequences."

There was no use denying what he had in mind, he had already given himself away anyway. Still it was almost fun to say these words, even though the way he felt at that moment was everything but funny.

"And I wouldn't want that, would I?"

She continued with the teasing and he just had to put an end to it, because seeing her smiling face, her red cheeks and lips started to get too much of a temptation.

"The question is where you want that?"

He made it clear finally, making sure no one heard him but her, even though the music was loud enough to keep their conversation safe from stranger ears. She didn't look stunned hearing his words, in fact she seemed to like where this conversation was going, she enjoyed teasing him up to a certain point and he knew after his last statement she would change her tone as well.

"You know that the answer is everywhere," she whispered in his ear then placed a kiss on his lips, before moving hers back to his side, "I want you everywhere, but I know I can't have you anywhere, so let's go somewhere."

There was something funny about how she emphasised on the three similar, but still very different words, but he didn't think of laughing at her statement at all. She was willing to go with him and he was willing to take her away.

"Somewhere it is," he replied and his lips approached hers again, but before kissing them he raised his eyes to look into hers and it gave him strength to resist the temptation.

She seemed more than willing to give in to anything he initiated that night, so he had to try not to lose control completely for the sake of them both. He knew she might regret things the other day and he didn't want her to regret giving in to him ever. One of his arms let go off her waist and still holding her with the other he took a small step backwards, pulling her softly with him. She slipped one hand from his shoulder down on his back then took the other off him and followed his steps.

They quickly reached his car and got in, without spending any more time fanning the flames. They would burst out on their own as soon as they get to that safe place. A place where they could be alone, where they could show each other how they felt, where they could love each other without regrets. Somewhere he wished to hide with her each night, for the rest of their lives.