"#You've got to S-M-I-L-E, to be H-A-DOUBLE P-Y.#"

Mike furrowed his eyebrows and froze his fingers on the keyboard of his FBI computer. Weirded out by her awful singing, he tried to hold back his laugh.

Paige smiled with a mouthful of exotic fruit. "Wha?"

"What was that?"

"Shirley Temple!" She replied, shocked at his lack of knowledge. "You've never heard that song before?"

"Nooope." Mike lowered his chin to his chest, hiding his smile.

His eyes darted back to the screen of his laptop, as he finished his umpteenth report that week.

"Seriously? My mom used to make me watch old movies!" Paige defended herself, popping some grape into her mouth.

When his chest made a rumbling sound and he erupted in laughter, she threw one at him, feigning shock.

"Don't laugh at me. Don't you laugh at me! You know what, you're the one who's supposed to be cheering me up right now! Okay?" She playfully tried to look offended, struggling to keep a straight face. "Do you know what I would give to know where my girls are at?"

"I-sorry, I'm really sorry", Mike concluded, touching his lips after his laugh died down.

He set his computer down on the floor and took in their surroundings. They had been in his room for hours, papers were scattered everywhere and his limbs were starting to feel numb and heavy. He needed to slow down and relax for a moment. He groaned, rubbing his tired face.

Paige watched him with a teasing, adoring smile, and chewed on her snacks.

"You know the first time I saw you, you were singing karaoke?" He said, crossing his arms and stretching his legs out.

She froze mid-chewing and blushed. She lowered her bowl and set it down on the floor between her legs.

"Thaaat's right, it was." Memories of the night they first met flooded her mind. "Didn't I pee in front of you too?"

Mike didn't even let her finish and gave her a positive nod. Paige tried her best to avoid his eyes, shame wounding her sense of pride. He moved from his spot, cracking his limbs in the process, and slowly crawled over to her. His eyes scanned her petite, yet toned form with warm affection.

"Well, a lady doesn't dwell..."

She wanted to say more. Maybe make up an excuse, say she downed a few drinks to sing in public. But Mike leaned over and caged her in between the dresser and his chest, titling her head back and stubbornly pressing his lips to hers.

It was a quick kiss, slow but chaste. Nothing like those sensual kisses they had been sneaking in here and there all week long. It left her wanting more. The guy had changed radically since he'd been back from DC. He'd become more self-confident, strong and mind-set on his goals. It was a new, all around sexy Mike Warren.

Paige smiled into the kiss and softly opened her eyes to look back at him when he pulled away. His eyes examined her golden features and a soft smile grazed his lips as his back hit the dresser. He took her hand in his and lightly caressed his fingers over her knuckles.

"You're gonna catch these guys," he reassured her. "I know it."

His fingers swiftly slipped between hers. Their hands fit perfectly together, like the two missing pieces of a puzzle. They shared an intense stare. He was about to kiss her again, when she spoke with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"And when I do, and the buses case's over... you're gonna go back to DC?"

Mike's shoulders fell. He avoided her eyes as Paige gazed back at him, waiting for an answer. She took into the manly, firm line of his jaw and the fair smudge of stubble that contoured his smooth lips. She didn't realize how long it passed until his voice startled her. He didn't saw her staring, but she felt embarrassed nonetheless.

"I don't know," he confessed.

He lowered his eyes and let his left fingers trace the path of her pulse on her wrist, bringing their joined hands onto his lap.

They never talked about what was going on between them at that specific time. Mike was too busy working on shutting down the Caza Cartel and Paige was trying desperately to find the Tinker Bells. After all, she had a promise to keep.

They simply had no time to sit down and talk things through. Although, considering what they did as a job and the undetermined amount of time they had left, it would be best if they did have the talk.

"Mhm. Gotta keep your options open." Paige nodded, understandingly.

The conversation was left unfinished, and a comfortable silence fell in the room. It was better to put everything on hold, for now.

Had things been different, had she been different, they could've talked about it and she could've asked him to stay. But things were not different and so weren't they.

Paige didn't even know where they technically stood. Were they friends? Friends with benefits? Lovers? All she knew was that she liked that bubble they managed to create just for the two of them, whatever they would choose to name it.

Mike was not an easy guy. He changed during those months in DC. He became more professional and developed a sense of leadership that made him feel secure about himself. But here at Graceland, he felt like a completely different person - like he was two different people. There was Levi, the naïve and goofy rookie, and then there was Michael, the rockstar agent that took down Jeremiah Bello.

When he moved to DC, Levi was swept under the pile of files and cases that came across his desk. Then Briggs called, and he fused the two versions of himself together and stepped up his game, flying back to where it all started. To Graceland. It was supposed to be an innocent weekend, but he ended up staying longer than he thought - and not just for the case. He was happy there, he felt at home. Initially, he thought he had left everything in the past, but then he spotted Paige and he knew. There was never going to be a time when Graceland wouldn't feel like home.

Paige rested her temple against his shoulder and sighed, looking at their entwined hands onto his lap. They were both tired, but neither of them wanted to go sleep. They had to take advantage of moments like that.

Mike's stiff shoulders and muscles relaxed under her touch. He buried his nose into her hair and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. When he heard her making a content noise, he closed his eyes and kissed her a few more times. Her blonde, silky hair tickled his nose and he was intoxicated by the strawberry scent of her conditioner.

They were suddenly in their own bubble and nothing was going to burst it.

"Mike,"

Paige moaned softly, and arched into him. His movements were slow and precise, as she held onto his shoulder and threw her head back with a silent sigh. One trembling hand caressed the side of his face, to feel him closer on a deeper level.

They would always end like that after attempting to have an emotional talk.

Mike groaned and rested his forehead against her sweaty temple. He kept moving, feeling her shaking with pleasure beneath him. It wasn't long before he followed her lead and stilled on top of her, suppressing a groan into her neck. Paige held him close, until she felt his breaths slowing down, running lazy fingers over his shoulders. She let him rest like that for a few seconds, then he rolled over and laid next to her with his eyes closed. His body felt like it was on fire.

"God, thank you," Paige heard Mike breathe out in a husky, low voice.

She chuckled, rolling on her side, and leaned her chin on the crook of his elbow. She lightly traced his bicep with the tip of her fingers. "For what?"

Mike smiled, taking into her glowing appearance. He was learning to love this. Having her around was amazing, but being able to see her like this, bare and simple, was even better. It was a side of her that he rarely saw and he'd learnt to cherish every minute of it.

"This," Mike kissed the tip of her nose and she scrunched it up. "I needed to get some."

"Shut up!"

Paige hit his chest playfully and he extended his arm, wrapping it around her back and pulling her into him. She draped her arm around him and rested her warm cheek on his chest. She could feel his lips caressing her scalp.

"I could really get used to this..." Mike whispered. Like a secret between just the two of them.

"Haven't you already, Levi?" Paige mocked him and started drawing patterns on his chest. She felt him tremble when he let out a chuckle.

"It's better than therapy."

"I didn't know you had a shrink fetish."

He chuckled and leaned his head back, closing his eyes in relaxation and lazily running his fingers up and down her back. Paige hid her face in the crook of his neck, teasing the skin with her teeth. Hearing his sounds of appreciation encouraged her to keep going. She ran her hand down his stomach and played with the hair that led down to his crotch, caressing the soft skin there. She slipped the tip of her tongue out and traced the bite marks she had just left on his neck.

"I hope my kids have your laugh. It's such a beautiful sound."

Paige froze, eyes wide.

Sensing the sudden halt of her movements, Mike shifted and peeked down at her. "You okay?"

No, she was not okay. They didn't even talk about their situation and he was already having thoughts of picket fences, dogs and homemade apple pies.

Okay, maybe she was overreacting. But kids. Seriously? Why on earth would he think about having kids? It wasn't normal. Or was it? She had no idea how they rolled out in the East, but she wasn't planning to think about having kids for the next 10, 20 years. It was an exaggeration, but she didn't even know if whatever was going on with them would last. If it was some kind of relationship. Why would he even say something like that?

Mike pulled her face up and brushed his thumb over her chin. He tried to look into her eyes, but she looked the other way.

Paige knew that if he took a good look at them, he would know her thoughts. He could read her like an open book.

"Paige?"

"I-I'm fine. I just remembered I have a meeting at HQ. I should probably get going..." she murmured and pulled herself out of his embrace.

He didn't look convinced, but the smile pulling at the corner of his lips made her relax.

"It's barely 6. We have time, come back to bed." Mike purred into her ear, sneaking his arms around her waist and pulling her back.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and kissed her cheek. She bit her lip, as she felt his mouth making its way down her neck.

"Mike," Paige touched his forearms and tried to wiggle her way out of his grip. "I need to get ready."

She finally managed to get up and start recollecting her clothes scattered on the floor. She didn't look back at him. She knew she would give in if she did. He'd be there. Waiting for her. Looking all sexy, lusty and attractive, with his amazing sex hair, killing abs and seductive eyes. One look and she would be done.

"Okay, fine. What's wrong?"

Paige closed her eyes.

"Nothing, I'm just running late," she faked a sweet tone, hoping he would let it go.

This time, when she turned around she could clearly see he wasn't buying it. He was sitting in the middle of the bed, eyeing her expectantly.

"Paige."

Her feet slapped against the cold floor as she walked back to the bed. She crawled back to him and kneeled between his thighs, taking his face in her hands. Mike rested his hands on her hips and his chin brushed against her chest as he bore his blue eyes into hers. Paige leaned down and sealed his lips with a slow, tender kiss.

"Seriously, I'm fine, Mike."

Technically, she wasn't lying. She was fine. Physically.

Mike held grabbed her wrists when she started to pull away, and demanded her attention.

"Then come back to bed."

His tone was soft and welcoming, and Paige felt her guts twisting. Prying herself from him, she smiled tightly and walked backwards to the door. She turned around and quickly made her exit, before he could stop her again. She ignored his voice when he called after her once more.

"I'll see you tonight."