A/N: This story is inspired by a prompt I received on Tumblr from acquariusgb. The original prompt was for a high school reunion, but I decided to write a police academy reunion instead. Rated T for now, but might be changed to M in the future.
1984
Her eyes followed the thin smoke that rose from the cigarette she was holding between her fingers; the sound of the raindrops hitting the ground was a wonderful soundtrack to her thoughts and allowed her to clear her head as she inhaled the smoke into her lungs and held it there for a moment before releasing it in a long exhale. She closed her eyes, and reminded herself for the umpteenth time that it's just a temporary job and she'll only work in the LAPD until Jack finishes law school and they can afford to pay for her education as well. Law school changed him; he used to be completely infatuated with her, and treated her like the most precious treasure in the world, but now he was busy with school work. One of the things that made her fall in love with him was his incredible talent at storytelling and his wicked sense of humor, but now his jokes and stories have changed, and she couldn't understand them anymore. More than once, she found herself trying to seduce him only to find out that his nose was stuck in a book which for some reason seemed more exciting and appealing to him than her. She has spent hours standing in front of the mirror and wondering if she has gained weight or got old or something that made her look unattractive to him but she couldn't see any change in herself, aside from the sadness that crept into her eyes. All in all, it seemed like he discarded her in favor of the law. Not being able to share the experience of going to school with him has created such a distance between them that she wasn't sure how to overpass.
"Hey, little Ray, I've been looking for you." She swore inwardly as the voice coming from behind her drew her away from her thoughts.
"My name isn't Ray and I am not little," she said and took a drag of her cigarette. He snatched it from between her lips and she almost choked.
"Oh, come on, it's just a nickname. I didn't mean to imply you were short or anything," he offered her his oh-so-charming smile. Her heart started beating faster as he placed the cigarette between his lips. She couldn't help but staring at his mouth in a way that a married woman should never stare at another man's lips. "So why are you here, standing in the rain instead of coming inside and playing spin the bottle with the rest of us?"
"I'm married," she responded.
"I wasn't trying to hit on you, Raydor. I was just asking why you're not coming to play with the rest of us," he smiled at her, taking another drag of her cigarette.
"I didn't think you were trying to hit on me," she started and noticed the way he arched his eyebrow. "I just said that I can't play 'spin the bottle' because I am married. My kisses are only reserved for one man and he's not in that room."
"Well, when you put it like that, it makes a lot of sense," he sighed. "Although I have to admit, I envy the guy."
"What are you talking about, Flynn? You always say that can get any woman you want," she said, the flirtatious tone of her voice surprising her as much as it surprised him.
"Except for the married ones," he replied and nudged the cigarette between her lips, his fingers gently grazing her lips. Her breath hitched and her heart quivered inside her chest, and she closed her eyes, almost expecting him to lean down and capture her lips between his. The kiss didn't come. When she opened her eyes, he was no longer there.