Title: A Need To Know Basis
Rating: T for a tiny bit of naughty behavior...and my own paranoia
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own anybody/anything related to Covert Affairs.
A/N: Just a little bit of fluff. Seriously, is it time for the show to come back on yet?
There are some things a guy just doesn't need to know about his friend.
Especially if the particular friend in question is the woman you've been secretly in love with for over a year.
Auggie knew a lot about his friend Annie. He knew she wore grapefruit-scented perfume, and that she had a not-so-secret obsession with shoes. He knew how she sounded when she walked, and what each of her different sighs meant. From the other guys in the office, he knew that she had medium blond hair and brown eyes that sparkled when she laughed. They also said that she wore the sexiest skirts of anyone in the agency, dancing right on the line between professional and prostitute.
After four months of working up the nerve, plus a damn lot of alcohol, he even knew the contours of her face.
But back to those things that Auggie didn't need to know, especially about Annie.
He didn't need to know how she felt in his lap after she'd stumbled on a rogue sandal that sent her sprawling onto the couch. He didn't need to know how her breath hitched when he'd instinctively reached out to steady her and encountered her bare thigh; apparently her skirt had ridden up. And he definitely didn't need to know what his hands told him…Annie wore thigh-high stockings and garters.
Auggie smirked as he slipped a finger under her garter and listened to her breathing speed up.
Yeah, there were some things he didn't need to know about Annie Walker…but he was glad he did.