A/N: This fic. This. Fic. It started as one thing and then it was something else and now I don't know what it is except all kinds of feelings. Basically it's a look at the six weeks in between "Never Out of the Fight" and when Lisa will presumably leave for her officer billet (NO IT'S FINE I'M NOT CRYING THEY'RE TOTALLY GOING TO MAKE THIS WORK NEXT SEASON OKAY?!). These two are special and I hope I'm able to convey that in this fic. As a bonus there will be recommended listening for each chapter. Just songs that sort of make me think of them and mildly influenced some aspects of the chapter. Not necessary, but extra fun! Enjoy!

Recommended Listening: "All to Myself" by Dan + Shay

"Hey there baby face." Lisa ran her fingers over the smoothness of his cheeks. "Barely even recognized you yesterday. Thought maybe I went home with the wrong guy when I woke up."

Sonny had left her in his bed the morning after Brett's funeral and the only thing that had gotten him through running hills and working scenarios with the boys all day was knowing he'd see her again tonight.

Six weeks. He was getting six weeks with her. And then…he wouldn't think about what came next. He didn't want to. Not yet. They had time. Six weeks was practically forever.

"Yeah well, gotta get all gussied up here once in a while. Snap a pic, make my mama happy," he said. "Too damn bad though. That beard was a work of art."

"It was a beard Sonny. It'll grow back."

"Hey! You're acting like it'll pop back up overnight like a field of daisies. You have no idea how much effort a beard like that takes. You gotta brush it and oil it and make it look all pretty so the ladies still want ya."

"And here I was thinking you were just a lazy ass who didn't like to shave."

"Lazy—!" Sonny looked incensed. "Now listen here lady. There ain't nothing lazy about a man growing himself a beard as an expression of his manhood."

"Oh is that where your manhood comes from? Guess I shouldn't be expecting a whole lot in the bedroom from now on then huh?" She grinned at him while he spluttered. "Come on cowboy, you don't have a comeback for that one?"

He took a step toward her, brazenly invading her personal space. "I didn't hear any complaints about my manhood last night."

She leaned in, clearly unfazed. Damn, he liked it when she was feisty. "Well I wouldn't want to hurt your feelings."

"My feelings?"

"Mhmm."

"Let me tell you something," he was nose to nose with her, "you don't ever have to worry about my feelings."

"Is that so?"

In one swift movement he lowered his lips to hers, grabbing her by the belt loops and pulling her towards him. Her arms went around his neck, fingers finding their way into his hair as their mouths met again and again.

He walked her backward until they hit the wall and she hopped up, her legs wrapping around his waist, settling above his hips. Her movements had become so familiar to him over the last few months. He'd always been afraid of routine because routine quickly became boring, but things with Lisa always felt perfect. And definitely never boring he was reminded as she nipped at his earlobe. God he'd never wanted anyone the way he wanted this woman.

He kissed her neck and she let out a sigh. "Sonny?"

He paused. "Yeah?"

"I like the beard better."

He lifted his head to glare at her. "You're a mean lady, you know that?"

She grinned. "You got a problem with it?"

He growled and carried her into his bedroom, lowering her onto the bed and stripping off his shirt before joining her. "You good?" he asked, his breathing ragged as he hovered over her.

She pulled him toward her and kissed him hard. "Yeah, I'm good."

It quickly turned into the kind of make-out session that high school Sonny would never have had the patience for. Hell, Sonny from a year ago wouldn't have taken his time like this. It was long and slow with lots of laughter, clothes coming off in between kisses and teasing. There was no rush. He was content to be here with her all night.

Sex had always been just sex for him. He was a no-strings-attached, don't-call-us-we'll-call-you kind of guy. As long as everybody walked away happy you could call it a good night. But this thing with Lisa…it wasn't just sex anymore. She saw through all his bullshit, she always had, even before things had heated up between them. This thing with her? It was fun. But it was something else too. Something good.

Some time later she was wrapped up in the sheets. Sonny pushed up onto his elbow. "What are you doing to me woman?" he asked softly as he caressed her hair.

"Teaching you a thing or two about life. Being a man," she said.

"Ha!" he snorted. "Yeah you sure are."

"And me?" she asked. "What am I getting out of this?"

"Well nobody's ever complained about my technique," he grumbled.

"And you won't hear me say a word about it." Her stomach growled. "But you will hear about it if I starve to death in this bed."

"Well we can't have that now, can we?" He checked his watch. "Told the guys I'd meet 'em at the bar at nine. I reckon we've got a little time to get some take out before we arrive there, separately of course."

"Chinese?"

He grinned. "No ma'am. Indian."

"Aw Sonny come on! It's gonna stink in here for a week!"

He pointed a finger at her and reached for his phone. "You're the one who made fun of the beard. That makes dinner my choice tonight."

"All right." She shrugged. "I just don't think I'll feel up to any more hanky-panky after drinks tonight if your breath smells like curry."

They had Chinese. And then drove separately to the bar. Sonny met her in the parking lot. "Well hey there Davis, fancy seeing you here."

She poked a finger at his chest. "You behave yourself tonight."

He held up two fingers and grinned. "Scout's honor."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah scout's honor my ass."

"Sonny!" Jason came up behind him and slapped him on the shoulders. "Davis, or should I say, Officer?"

"Hey Jay," she said, accepting his hug.

"I'm buying the first round in honor of our resident cake eater here."

"What a gentleman," Sonny said following him inside, winking at Lisa as he passed.

The rest of the team had already gathered, picking right up where they'd left off the night before. "That is ABSOLUTELY not how things went down in Panama," Sonny said to uproarious laughter from the rest of the group.

"That's exactly how I remember it," Ray said. "Trent saving your ass from being taken by one of those ladies of the night. Only she wasn't so much a lady of the night as she was a spy."

"Spies look like all the other ladies. How was I supposed to know she was a spook?" He glanced up and saw Lisa heading for the bathroom. "'Scuse me gentlemen. Nature calls."

"Aw, come on Sonny!" Clay said.

"Y'all should talk about Shanghai!" Sonny shot back over his shoulder. "Far as I remember it was Trent's ass that nearly ended up in the bottom of the ocean on that one."

Lisa was just stepping out when he got there. He put one hand against the wall, effectively stopping her from walking out of the hallway that hid them from the rest of the bar. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Just haven't seen you in a couple hours. I missed you."

"I've literally been across the bar."

"Yeah but, that's not exactly quite the same as what we were doing before we got here." He leaned in and kissed her.

She pulled away and glanced over his shoulder as another burst of laughter filled the air. "You're playing with fire Sonny."

"Yeah well, I'm a little drunk."

"A little?"

"A lot."

"That's what I thought."

"Let's go home."

"And miss out on time with the boys? I think you can wait a little longer."

"But I don't want to," he pouted.

"Too bad," she said. "I want to finish my beer. You're just gonna have to wait."

She slipped under his arm and back into the bar. He watched her go, the sway of her hips driving him just a little bit crazy. Her cruelty knew no bounds this evening.

He waited exactly one more hour and then could take it no longer. "Well goodnight guys!" he called over the din of the bar. "Sleep tight and all that."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you're leaving?" Jason asked. "It's your round!"

"Put it on my tab," Sonny said.

"What you got a hot date or something?" Clay asked.

"More like a booty call at this hour," Brock said, checking his watch.

"I just need my beauty sleep," Sonny claimed. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He shot a pointed look at Lisa before stepping out the door.

He arrived home in short order and then waited patiently for Lisa's arrival, which was another forty-five minutes later. He heard the door open, heard the lock click behind her, and then she wandered into his living room. "You trying to kill me woman?" he asked with a scowl.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said as she pulled off her boots.

"When I left, that was your cue to also leave."

"Was it? Huh. I must have missed that somehow." Her eyes sparkled as she sat on the bed. She'd known exactly what she was doing and clearly had enjoyed every second of making him wait.

"If you're missing stuff like that we're going to have to send you back to Sonny's School of Secret Signals."

"Ha!" She snorted. "And what exactly does that entail?"

"Well there are quite a few. You're going to have to pay very close attention."

"Am I now?"

"For example, this signal I'm giving you right here? This is the 'I Would Like to Have Sex' signal."

She scrunched up her nose. "That's it huh? You think maybe it could be a little bigger?"

He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her into the bedroom while she laughed. It turned out she was a pretty quick study.

A/N: More coming soon!