Unawares
Tamsin woke before Dyson-she hadn't slept well-and got dressed. She had already eaten breakfast, taking some of the food from his pantry without asking (she was sure he wouldn't mind). When Dyson was dressed, he sat down on his bed and began to put on his shoes. Tamsin stared at him, at his arms, his hands, his lips, and thought about it. Then she walked over and casually got on top of him, straddling him just like last night. "So how about round two?"
Dyson sighed. He pushed Tamsin off, not unkindly, and rubbed his eyes. "Look, Tamsin. You're really hot. And that was really fun." He looked her seriously in the eye. "But you're like my sister, and I don't want to confuse things."
"You didn't seem to mind last night," she said sultrily.
"I was really, really drunk last night. And now I have a killer hangover. Look, I'm sorry, I just can't."
Tamsin sat in the chair by his bed. She was silent for a moment. "Touche. I was pretty drunk, too. I just thought you could use some company."
"I could? Or could you?"
She looked away and didn't answer him.
He got up and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Come on. Let's head to the division, partner."
She looked up at him in surprise. "You do realize I don't actually work there anymore, right?"
Dyson smirked. "I know. But I think it's about time the guys found out you're not missing anymore. We can meet Hale there."
Tamsin smiled to herself at the thought of seeing all those schlubs at the division again, hearing their cracks about how much of a bitch she was and snarking back at them (she had a whole slew of one-liners she'd been keeping prepared for this day). She had missed Dyson. She really had. "Right."