She ends up at his door…
She isn't surprised. It was a long day. She is surprised at the sincerity in his voice when he asks if she's ok. She's not, but she's a big believer in "fake it 'til you make it". When he says goodnight, he really means stay. Her head wants to bolt but her body is stone. Her greens lost in his blues.
From then on, it's only touch…
His fingers winding through hers. His lips on her cheek. Her tongue on his jaw. His stubble on her neck. Her back against the door. Her nails in his hair. Her clothes on the floor. His eyelashes on her ribs. Her hands on his chest. His arms around her waist. Her teeth on his shoulder.
The morning is awkward…
Breakfast is declined. Belongings are gathered. Her gun is back on her hip. He's questioning her intentions. She's questioning his reliability. He grabs her when she wants to go. She stiffens when he touches her. He winces at the words she will come to regret. He shuts down. She walks away.
It's over as quickly as it began…
Guilt. The boys ask where he is. He drowns his feelings. She takes it out on the treadmill. Her days seem bland. She worries about him. He aches at the memory. Her scent on his pillow puts her face in his dreams. She wants to run to him. He doesn't ever want to see her again.
Time heals all wounds…
Radio silence for weeks. She breaks first but his fingers are itching to dial. He beats her to an apology even though she called him. She proposes a truce. He suggests they forget the whole thing. He hands her a fence mending coffee. Her smile is genuine.
Old habits die hard…
He suggests CIA cover-up and she rolls her eyes. She missed his sunshine. He missed her laugh. He builds theory with her. She feels the familiar connection. He still wants to touch her. He fights it. She tries to deny that he gives her butterflies.
She ends up at his door…
A/N: This was just rolling around in my head but I think I like it. This is my first time writing something like this. I'm interested to know what you think!