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Betty Suarez had not been having a good day. Daniel and Alexis had had a 'discussion' about Daniel's place at Meade Publications, and as a result, Betty had spent the rest of the day reassuring a petulant Daniel. On top of that, Marc and Amanda had pulled an especially bitchy prank on the cafeteria staff, meaning the entire staff had ground to a halt until Betty negotiated a peace treaty. All of which meant that by the time she should have been leaving, she still had piles of work to complete before the next day.
By the time Betty got home, she was desperately in need of a Gio fix. He'd finally been able to take a day off after dealing with staffing issues for several weeks. Betty had been reluctant to call him, especially since he'd wanted to wait to take a day off when they could spend it together; it was only because Betty insisted that he'd even taken the day, and she really wanted him to be able to enjoy it. Besides, the one time she'd given in to temptation and called him, he hadn't answered.
As Betty unlocked the apartment door, she was expecting some TLC and a nice, relaxing evening with her boyfriend. What she got was a dirty kitchen. That was all she'd asked, that Gio do the dishes, but not only were the dirty dishes still sitting on the counter, but the floor had been transformed into a swamp.
"Gio!" yelled Betty as she started through the apartment on a hunt for a soon-to-be dead boyfriend. Finally, the sound of the shower made its way through the ringing in her ears and she marched to the bathroom, throwing back the shower curtain as she launched into a tirade.
Gio turned to look at Betty, water still pelting his shoulders. He could practically see the steam pumping from her ears, and her cheeks were flushed such a pretty pink. But his favorite was the sparks shooting from her eyes. He knew he could defuse her temper with a few words about the very messy plumbing emergency he'd spent the day fixing for Ignacio, but he did so enjoy his Betty in a temper.
Because he was watching her eyes spark at him, he noticed the exact moment when they started to glaze over, which also happened to be the exact moment that Betty realized she was yelling at a naked and very wet Gio. Her voice trailed off as her eyes started to follow the trails of various water droplets as they slid over the muscled contours of his shoulders and chest. Her eyes lingered on a particular droplet that caught on the edge of a masculine nipple. Gio groaned as he watched Betty lick her lips.
Gio's gaze lowered to take in the rest of Betty. She was still in her work clothes. Did that mean? Oh, yes, he thought as his gaze dropped to her legs. She was still wearing her tights. It was ridiculous how much those black tights turned him on.
"Betty," he said hoarsely.
"Hmm?" she responded absently, refusing to lift her gaze from the very interesting territory they were currently examining.
"I hope you don't care if those clothes get wet."
Gio reached out and snatched Betty into the shower with him, cutting off her surprised squeak with a ravenous kiss.
Betty's day turned out to be not so bad after all.
Author's note: Inspired by ChristyOz's fic, "Wet." If you're disappointed by where this ended, go read hers. In fact, go read hers anyway.