Mike Warren has always been a ladies man, because if he was honest with himself, he looked straight out of a magazine, as cocky as that sounded. He hadn't ever had trouble hooking up with a girl, or kissing a random stranger at a college mixer, yet he had trouble with the ones he was attached to and damn Paige for being so good looking. He had always had 'girlfriends' who spent more time partying than studying, girlfriends who were athletes and if he ticked off the first 5 girls he had ever been with he had two basketball players, one dancer, one softball player and one golfer. He had never been attracted to them really, sure they satisfied his needs just fine, and he had gotten laid all the time. That had all been before Jessica. Jessica Syder from his hometown, his first serious girlfriend. He had reconnected with her when he came back from college for a summer, and they had been together for almost a year before they split, after a pregnancy scare, what else? She had broken his heart, smashed it into tiny, unsolvable puzzle pieces. So he had ran off to the FBI Academy, every break coming home and toting a different pretty and smart girl on his arm. When he had got the assignment for Graceland he had taken a hard look at himself in the mirror, and felt accomplished without the extraneous females in every corner, so he cut the ties, and left without a word off to Graceland. He definitely hadn't accounted for having a gorgeous female agent in his squad, he freaking lived with her, and he couldn't avoid it. Her wide eyes would meet his and he would downcast his gaze, or walk away without a word. She knocks on his door at an ungodly hour in the morning and asks if he wants to go running, and instead of doing the smart thing, he agrees. Coming out in a soft tee shirt and basketball shorts, he sees her bent over in her, are those yoga material?, shorts and a low cut tank top tying her shoes.
"Ready Levi?" She asks and he chuckles softly,
"Keep up with me Blondie." As he jogs out past her, she feigns offense and follows him out into the harsh sun. And as they're weaving next to each other, laughing at something going on in the horizon, he hears his name called out from the beach.
"Mike Warren is that you?!" And they both turn towards the voice, sidestepping off the path. And there is Jessica standing infront of him, in a
v neck and a pair of bikini bottoms. She jogs over, and Paige senses his uncomfortableness. So she leans her head on to his chest and he swears sparks are flying between his skin and her blonde locks, he plays along, snaking his arm around her waist.
"Um hey, uh..." He pretends to forget her name.
"Jessica. We dated for like a year?" She says and he raises his eyebrows in response.
"Well uh Jessica, this is..." And Paige interrupts him,
"I'm Paige, Mike's girlfriend." Faking politeness and shoving her hand into Jessica's to shake.
"Nice to meet you, you don't resemble, any of his others." Jessica says snakily and Paige giggles, Mike sensing a need to play along, kisses her head.
"That's because she's real." He snorts and Paige lazily smiles up at him and they share a look.
"Why am I sensing otherwise?" Jessica bites and Paige nods a microns towards him, telling him to go for it. His lips connect with hers and they mold together, dancing in sync she shoves her hand into his hair, and his hands fall to her waist, the electricity is passing through his body and he's damn well sure she can feel it too.
He breaks the kiss, from a lack of oxygen.
"Real enough for ya?" Mike asks cockily and Paige smirks at the girl.
"Uh um yeah, see you around Mike." And Jessica is no longer a problem.
"Not a bad kisser Levi." She remarks as they turn to jog back towards the house.
He turns, starting to jog backwards,"Ditto." .
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Paige knows she's pretty, she's been told damn close to a million times, groped by even the laziest eyes, so when pretty boy, which she has taken a certain likeness to referring to as said nick name when she's thinking about him, doesn't seem to be blown away by her appearance, she initially thinks that maybe he's gay. That is until he hooks up with the brunette she set him up with, not that it lasted long, but still it was rock and evidence. She started to doubt, her normal techniques aren't working, she's tossed her hair over her shoulder more times in the last three months than ever before. So when she gets him to agree to run with her in the morning light, she wears her most exposing clothes, something she's been saving for just someone, and she notices him taking her in. When they run into his ex girlfriend, she assumes, she can't believe her luck, and as they're standing there making out, she doesn't think anyone will ever compare to what they just had.
**********PAIGE X MIKE ***********
She finds him again later the afternoon, after he returns from a undercover drug deal with a weed grown, sitting on the couch.
"So that girl, who was she?" She sits next to him, he turns his head.
"First real girlfriend." He says openly and she nods understanding that it didnt end well,
"What happened?" She asks and he locks eye contact wit her.
"We were 19 and she thought she was pregnant. Not worth the risk of sleeping with me again I guess." He mumbles and Paige reaches and puts her hand on his shoulders,
"Stupid girl." And her curtain, that's been masking her emotions the last few months falls down in one fell swoop. He closes the gap between them, and she tumbles atop of him on the couch, their lips fighting for dominance as she messily gropes him, and he struggles to remove her shirt. Their shirts discarded on the floor, her fingers linger by his belt buckle, looking into his clear eyes for direction,
"Not here," he whispers huskily, "up, upstairs now." And she lets him pick her up, and she's thanking god that the group went out for drinks and that she had refused. Her legs wrap around his waist, her hair falling into her face.
"This is so frowned upon." She mutters softly as they slip into his bed, he pauses for a moment, and she almost kills him,
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." He whispers back, laughing as she kisses him.
They don't waste time, getting down to business, and when they both finally doze off, despite each others presence, the group still hasn't stumbled back to bed yet.
She awakes to a stream of light, her eyes slowly adjusting to her surroundings, noticing a still sleeping Mike, who looks ten times cuter with messy hair and a still flushed face.
She steps out of bed, sliding on a discarded button up, not sure who's it is. She realizes quickly its his, and turns towards the clock, noticing it was still early. She nipped his neck and mumbled "Pancakes, five minutes."
*********PAIGE X MIKE***********
He makes his way downstairs to find the stunning blond, in his shirt, flipping a golden pancake on to a plate.
"Right on time." She remarks and he smiles at her,
"Wouldn't miss free breakfast."
"Not so fast mister, you're on dish duty."
And he rubs his forehead,"Oh course i am." Taking a bite of the pancake he salvors the moment, knowing that in an hour, they won't speak of it to any of the other team members, and keeping a secret this good from someone is going to be hard.
"So how many FBI rules did we break last night?" He asks jokingly, and she puts on a serious face, ticking things off on her fingers,
"4, but technically they're all guidelines." And she takes a bite of the pancake infront of her.
"Right I knew that." He laughs, and they share one last kiss, before she breaks away,
"Briggs is up." And she walks upstairs.
He rolls his eyes, and turns on the radio, singing along as he scrubs the dishes.
"Someone's happy." Briggs remarks and he turns awkwardly, switching off the radio.
"Had a good sleep last night." He lies and it comes out smoothly, because technically he isn't lying, it was just a different form of sleeping.
"Ok." He dismisses it, "mission in ten minutes, I recommend you get dressed."
"Got it." Mike left the last soapy dish in the sink, skipping up the stairs and whistling a happy tune to himself. He makes it downstairs with a minute to spare, his white button down shirt still in Paige's possession, and settling for a grey tee shirt and jeans.
Briggs drives off,
"So what really happened?"