Okay I know I have not finished with A Personal Interest but this story would not leave me alone so I had to write it. This will be a two shot story so I hope you enjoy and please review.
Sitting at the bar waiting for Reese to show up and give her the information she needed for her case, Joss looks around when she spots a familiar face and quickly ducks down hoping he didn't see her. Rising from the stool she makes her way towards the exit where she bumps into Reese.
"Detective where are you rushing off to?" He gives her a look trying to gage what has her in such a panic.
Looking over her shoulder Joss checks to see if Hank has noticed her yet and quickly turns back to Reese. "I have to get out of here before he sees me." Instantly going into protective mode, Reese has his gun out of the back of his pants and in his hands. He quickly pulls Joss behind him scans the room for any potential threat then turning to ask. "Who?"
Looking down at his hand she notices the gun. "Reese put that damn gun away before someone calls the police. I am fine but I have to get the hell out of here right now." Grabbing his arm she pulls him out the door and down the block where she stops to take a deep breath.
"Thank God that idiot didn't see me." Shaking her head she starts walking down the sidewalk and Reese quickly follows; determined to find out what just happened.
"Okay detective do you want to tell me what's up with the cloak and dagger routine? Or better yet, why were you hiding and ducking from that guy?"
She notices that he's still tense as if he's expecting an immediate attack on her…which is sweet if she was to stop and think about it, but she won't.
"Relax Reese no one is going to jump out and attack me; so you can calm down and take your hand off your gun." She's watches as he slides his hand off the gun tucked into the back of his waist, still checking out the scene despite her confirming that there was no threat. He turns toward her with a questioning look; obviously waiting for an explanation.
"I don't want to talk about it okay… so let's just change the subject please!" He notices that she's avoiding eye contact and that there's a slight blush spreading across her cheeks.
Smirking he says. "Carter if I didn't know better, I'd say you had a bad experience with… what did you say his name was again?" He waits; knowing that when dealing with her- his patience will eventually win out and he will get his answers.
Folding her arms across her chest she glares up at him. "Actually I didn't say what his name was and yes the experience left much to be desired." Shuddering and shaking, she flings out her arms as if she's literally trying to shake off whatever memory this guy conjured up. This, of course, has Reese really determined to find out what happened with this guy.
"Okay, if you don't want to tell me, I can always go back and snap a picture of the guy and have Finch find out anything and everything about him in minutes; if you prefer." He waits noticing how pissed off she's looking if the glare that she levels his way is any indication.
"Reese…" She practically growls out through clenched teeth. "If you even think about digging into my private affairs I will personally put my foot up your vigilante ass!"
"So there was something personal between you and the guy in the bar?" He can practically see the smoke coming out of her ears as she realizes that he's tricked her into admitting what she did.
She just knows he's watching her; waiting to for her reaction. She suddenly flashes him an innocent smile and thinks to herself that if he wants to know so fucking bad, then by God she was gonna tell him.
Watching her expression change, he suddenly gets the feeling that whatever she says will be aimed at his expense- if the glint in her eye is any indication but he just can't seem to help himself when it comes to this woman. It was like being in kindergarten when you liked a girl and you pulled her pigtails to get her attention and other irritating stunts that boys did. Of course he was no boy but the concept as an adult is still the same.
She smiles once again and takes a deep breath before she responds. "His name is Hank and we went out for a while before things got serious."
"How serious?" He asked. He has an idea from just watching her body language. He wants her answer but then again he doesn't. If he were to be perfectly honest with himself, he doesn't ever want to hear anything that involves her being with any man besides himself. Shit! He doesn't know where that thought came from but he would definitely deal with it later.
Blushing she drops her eyes and begins her story. "Like I said we dated and then when things got serious… well, they didn't end well."
"Don't tell me he was bad in bed Carter." Watching as the blush spreads across her cheeks he can't believe what he said was true. He only made the snarky comment hoping to piss her off; hoping in turn it would trick her into telling him the real reason that the relationship ended… and low and behold he was right. Oh this just keeps getting better and better.
Chuckling he decides to have a little fun which he knows will piss her off even more but he just can't just seem to help himself when it comes to her.
"So was he one of those men who come faster than a speeding bullet Joss and left you frustrated? He tilts his head to the side and waits for her to respond wanting to know the answer to his questions.
"Reese that shit is not funny. I don't know why you men act like this shit is funny when its guys like you that put us women into predicaments of having to fake it and pretend in the bedroom." Arms crossed, tapping her foot on the sidewalk while watching him with her jaw clenching, working up what is about to be a major blowout.
Walking up to Joss and invading her space his husky voice seems to grow even huskier as he responds. "I don't know what other guys are like in the bedroom but I can tell you with absolute certainty that I have never had a woman fake it with me."
Swallowing hard she clenches her jaw and refuses to back down because she knows he only invaded her space for that reason alone and she'd be damn if she did. There was just something about this man that called out to the woman in her; that made her sit up and take notice of him as sexy and definitely male. Shaking off these thoughts she smiles and says.
"That's why they call it faking it Reese. Trust me when I say that all women at some point in their lives have faked it and men as usual are clueless; hell even you an ex CIA trained agent.
Scowling, eyes narrowed, he shoots a glare her way which only causes her smile to grow wide in mirth, at his expense.
"Detective, are you questioning my manhood because I will be more than happy to prove you wrong for all the men like me whom woman like you don't have to fake it with. It's a sacrifice that I am more than willing to make." He's giving her his innocent, little-boy lost look but she sure as hell doesn't look as if she's buying it.
Smiling she decides to prove just how wrong he is. She leans even closer to him placing her hands on her chest and looks up at him. She slides her tongue along her lips and then pulls her lower lip between her teeth. "John…she purrs in a husky low voice. "… I have no doubt that a man as thoroughly sexy, hot, and good looking as you would definitely make sure a woman would not have to fake it. You would want your woman completely, utterly, and mind- blowingly satisfied…all…night...long" She says the last word in conjuncture with a soft moan still maintaining eye contact.
He swallows hard because he is in sensory overload with her hands on his chest, her licking and biting her lips, and being in his personal space. He smells the unmistakable scent that's all Joss which has him… seduced.
"Hmmm she moans softly leaning in close to his lips stopping just short of kissing him and says. "Never had a woman fake it with you my ass!"
Snapping out of the seductive haze Joss had him enthralled in; all he can do is glare at her while she simply stands there smirking, all cocky and looking so fucking hot that he makes the decision to prove to her that she will never have to fake it with him.
"Tsk tsk Reese- that is what is called "faking" it. Oh God, you men are so gullible. All a woman has to do is turn up the heat, do a little hair flip, and lick her lips and you guys are panting like dogs in heat; not even realizing that she's faking." She stands their smirking which turns him on because if he was the king of smirking then it would stand to reason that she would be his queen.
"Well you forgot the hair flip." He muttered. She had him so turned on that that was the only response he could muster up and he was still trying to shake off the overload that his brain had been reduced to.
Watching him trying to get himself back under control and knowing that she- Detective Josselyn Carter was the one who reduced him to this state, makes her feel so fucking sexy that she shoots him a wink… and with a flip of her hair slowly starts walking off towards her apartment leaving him on the sidewalk still trying to clear the fog from his brain.
Damn he thinks, that woman is going to be the death of him but what a way to go! Now it's time to show her just how thorough he can be with a woman. So many possibilities…So little time.