Disclaimer: Not mine. Dick Wolf retains all rights and licenses, etc. This story is for entertainment purposes only.
Summary: Just a little bit that was inspired while watching an episode where they're all bundled up.
Hats
He likes the days when it snows, and it's so cold that they have to don not only their knee-length wool coats and leather gloves, but their scarves and hats too. Especially the hats…
He likes these days because he likes the way Eames looks in her hat, the way it puffs up above her petite head, so unlike his hat, which protests the girth of his head by stretching tight as he pulls it over his dark curls. He dreams about pulling her hat off, because he knows in the cold dry air that the hat will cause static electricity to ripple through her golden locks, causing the most rebellious of the lot to stand up on their own, and then he'd have an excuse to place his large hands on her head and smooth the dissenters down. And then, liberated by the feel of his hands in her silky hair, he could continue to pull them down her face, her neck, and across her narrow shoulders down to her upper arms. And once he had her arms, he could pull her close…
But there is no snow today, and he frowns at the grey sky in disgust.
Fin
