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A/N: Song is You Look Good In My Shirt by Keith Urban. A/O from Olivia's POV
I feel older and older every time Melissa and Amy drag me out to the clubs. It was packed last night. One of those nights where you have to fight your way through the crowd to get a drink. That's where I was headed, to get a drink, when you put your hands over my eyes. I knew it was you even before you whispered, "Guess who?" in that deep, sexy voice of yours. Maybe it's the way you smell. I don't know, but it was only confirmed when I heard that voice. I started listing off random names, just so I could hear that laugh.
When you walked up behind me and covered my eyes
And whispered in my ear, guess who
I rattled off names like I really didn't know
But all along I knew it was you
I had heard you were back in town a couple months ago. And I'm not gonna lie, it hurt that you didn't give me a call at first. But then I tried to understand. You couldn't exactly just come back and pick up your old life; you'd been gone for five years. And it wasn't as if we had anything serious going on back then; it was headed that way, but hadn't made it there yet.
It was strange how easy it was for us to fall back into that old routine. We laughed and talked and flirted like no time had even passed. I told you all the different antics I could think of about the guys, and you told me about the childlike ADA's you're over. And then, just like usual, we wound up at my apartment.
And, the longer we talked, the more we laughed
And wondered why we didn't last
It had been a long time, but later last night
Baby, we caught up real fast
Okay, so we've only had one night out, and that only happened by accident, but it was nice. There's no telling whether this is actually going to go anywhere, but I wouldn't mind trying. And I wouldn't mind seeing you in nothing other than my NYPD shirt more often either.
And maybe it's a little too early
To know if this is gonna work
All I know is you're sure looking
Good in my shirt
That's right
You look good in my shirt
Now, I know we can't just pick up where we left off when you left. Too much time has passed and we've both changed. But I sure as hell wouldn't mind trying. Especially if it means I get to see you like this more often.
Well now I'm not saying that we solved overnight
Every way that we went wrong
Oh, but what I'm seeing I'd sure love seeing
Every morning from now on
You're leaning against the counter, coffee cup in hand, reading the paper with those glasses on. You cross yours legs and the shirt comes up just a bit high than where it was riding mid-thigh, and I feel my mouth go dry. I don't know where this is going, but Sweetheart, you look damn good in my shirt. And even better with it off.
And maybe it's a little too early
To know if this is gonna work
All I know is you're sure looking
Good in my shirt