Her mind is slow to wake, her body is relaxed and her limbs don't want to move. She's warm and comfortable under the blankets and she takes a deep breath and yawns as she finally opens her eyes. Belle notices that Barney is not next to her and it makes her a little sad.
She sits up slowly, holding the blankets around her she remembers that her clothes are thrown about his house. She tries hard to remember where it was he threw her shirt at and where she'd tossed her jeans. Her mind instead wanders to what they did while they were throwing their clothes around. Belle blushes slighty remembering the way he kissed her and touched her, last night was different from their other nights.
The urgency was there, the same as always, and so was the passion, but something had definately changed. It was more intimate than their usual encounters, and her feelings were definately involved and shes a hundred percent sure that Barney's were too. She lays back against the pillows with a sigh, and tries to think about it all. It's too much to take in, feelings were a foreign thing to her and she'd been sure all these years that she was too jaded to bring herself to care for anyone or anything except her team.
Her team was her family, they were the only people she'd allowed herself to care for since her childhood and she had made a silent vow to keep it that way along time ago. But Barney Ross managed to worm his way into her mind, heart and soul.
"Shit." she mumbles softly, she's getting soft because the old her never would've thought of something so incredibly cheesey. Belle begins to wonder where Barney could be, everything's quiet and she doesn't hear a sound and suddenly she gets nervous.
What if he got called for a job and left? she wonders, or worse. What if he's having second thoughts about inviting her? Her stomach drops at the thought and she stands up nervously looking for any piece of clothing to wear so she can find the rest of her clothes and get dressed.
Belle can't find a single piece of her clothing and knows she probably left them downstairs or in the hall. She does find an old flanel shirt of Barney's hanging on the closet door, and decides it's better than wearing the sheets around the house. She pulls the shirt on and laughs when she sees how large it is on her small frame. The sleeves are way too long so she rolls them up as best as she can, then buttons up the shirt. It almost reaches her knees and she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror and smiles slightly.
She's wearing his shirt and nothing else, and it smells like him and she feels her heart flutter. This is definately something she never would have done, she doesn't wear a guys clothes when she sleeps with him, and she definately never spends the night. She takes a deep breath before walking out of the bedroom and into the hall.
Belle shakes her head when she finds her bra by the staircase, memories of how it got there flash through her mind, causing her to blush again and she wonders why she manages to blush so easily when she thinks of Barney. She walks down the stairs slowly, scanning the area for any more pieces of clothing. When she reaches the bottom, her whole body tenses. She doesn't see Barney anywhere, she checks the various rooms and halls and finally just calls out his name. No response, just silence and her thoughts to keep her company as she drops onto the couch.
Her thoughts remain on Barney, hoping that he just stepped out for a brief moment and wasn't regretting his decision to invite her. She thinks about the ever changing dynamic of their relationship, and she feels slightly apprehensive about the whole thing. But her excitement and joy outweigh those feelings and she finds that she's looking forward to spending two whole weeks away from the turmoil that is their jobs.
With that thought, she suddenly shifts into panic mode. What the hell would she pack? She thinks about the various clothes and outfits she owns as well as shoes and even underware. Does she pack sexy stuff? Practical? Tactical? She's never spent 'romantic week/weekends' with the men in her life. Before she can continue her train of thought the door opens and Barney walks in carrying a bag.
He smiles at her and holds up the bag, "Breakfast." he says simply.
She smiles back, her heart doing that strange fluttery thing it's prone to doing around him she gets up and follows him to the kitchen.
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Okay, so i've had this typed out for a while on my computer, but i've also had various versions of a chapter 2 for this story hanging around as well. I wasn't sure which way to go with this because everytime i think i've finally picked a direction I want for this story, my brain cooks up another possible story line and i end up typing other things. I'm still debating whether I want to try and post the rest of the chapters for this story, or post some on how these two met. Any comments or suggestions PLEASE feel free to leave a .
