HEY YALL.
I swear I didn't leave y'all hanging, just been massive busy and I will get back to FIRE soon :).. but this is something I've been stashing away for a while now..so tell me what you think. This didn't have time to get to the beta so I'm so sorry for any mistakes. :)
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She rarely wanted attention. She always thought she never needed it. She remembers it like it was 3 seconds ago. He trusted her. Trusted her to be capable of handling her brother. She had told him. Told him the words that at no time came out of neither of their mouths, thank you. He threw out those blue eyes like it was nothing and turned away from her. Squad room had been on edge since then. Their feelings caught in middle of what they should been doing. What they shouldn't be doing.
Now she positioned by the window beside her bed. Now she's shed the tears she promised that would never fall. She doesn't want him. She wants to think she's not inlove with him. Compressed in a blanket that smells of her disclaimer, she gazes out into the misty night. Cell phone in hand, fencing with her dignity on if she should call him.
Shes been on the brink of losing all self respect and just screaming in the phone take me, take me now but only her talk herself down again. She finally leaves the spot shes been housed for so many hours and heads to the kitchen, phone still hooked to her hand.
"Maybe its time" she whispers into the somber air.
Progressing side to side she finally makes her way to her living room. She plops on the couch and rubs her temples. It all comes down t this moment. The moment her life changes, either the way the call goes. "now". She flips the phone and clutches it in palm. Number 2 on speed dial. It rings. Determining if she should hang up at once and forget everything and go forward. The sudden rings from behind the door startles her to no end. She stumbles forward to the door completely forgetting shes on call with her future. Dismissing from mind all her cop methods of safety, she opens the door.
"You're calling me," he says with no emotion in his tone. "Why?"
"If only you knew" I murmur to no one in particular not thinking he'd hear me.
"Tell me" he says, the words too familiar.
He brushes past me and sheds his coat. I shut the door and retreat towards him catching his coat before it slips to the floor.
"Why are you here" I ask like I' m foreign to why he would be here.
He then looks at me with those eyes filled with everything but guilt. I feel a rush of water fill my eyes that he's tearing into. He grabs me around my waste, and I'm letting him. He pulls me in close and I go.
He captures my lips so slowly its like time has stopped. He grips me tighter and I bring my hands up around his neck and pull myself up. Now I'm level with his lips. The lips that takes like everything I'm not and everything I need. I pull away first. Not knowing how were both about to respond to what just happened.