A/N:Hello guys! It has been some time since my last story and I honestly wasn't sure there would be any. But I missed writing about them and I had great support from Beenie and GencoOliveOil. They made me change my mind and even gave some suggestions. Well, Beenie advised me to take it in small steps and GencoOliveOil asked for some post vending mashine/post church scenes. Well, this is short shots about James and Juliet after their reunion. I know there are a lot of stories and I tried not to copy them even if subconsciously, but I still have many questions I'd want my answers. So here we are. I have few scenes in my mind already but feel free to ask for something you'd want to see.
He was with her. That was the only thing she could think about right now. All the how, why and what if could be answered later. This moment was just for her and for him. She wanted to touch him, to hug him, to kiss him. No, she needed that. She needed to feel his hands on her, to smell his unique aroma, to listen to his gruff voice. She felt so dependent on him right now that it would physically hurt her to step away from him.
"Slow down, Blondie." She was so close to him she couldn't see his face but she was pretty sure he was smiling. "We don't want to spent time in jail for inappropriate behavior in a public place, do we?"
"Of course" She blushed looking around and for the first time noticed that they were still in the hospital and it was merely a miracle nobody had ran into them yet.
"Your place or mine?" He asked nudging her toward elevators feeling the same necessity to reassure himself with any phisical contact he could think about but trying his best to stay cool.
"Mine is twenty minutes from here, yours?"
His was at least an hour away and who knew in what shape after his drunking bout the night before. She didn't need to know any of that.
"Show the way Doc" He smiled than stopped. "Uh-huh, have to find another nickname for you. This just doesn't feel good."