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Maybe it was an incredibly stupid move?

No scratch that, it definitely was a stupid move. One she was for sure going to suffer for in some horrible way, whether he chose to openly acknowledge it or not.

However, since the she had no time to really prepare herself for either option, as she was on her way to the fire truck with the blasting sound of sirens still accompanying her every move, she was surely going to find out which way the wind was going to blow real soon.

Not that she minded the sex. Hell no. It had been truly amazing. But the with who part of it had been a grave mistake. Instead Emma should have kept up with her quest of winning over the slightly too sweet Jason. After all, he in comparison to Happy was actually fun, as well as cute.

But then again there was a reason why that specific 'trying to get with him' part was still a quest instead of a conquest- no matter how much they flirted, no matter how much she might have hinted at being interested in for example going out with him sometime, he had yet to make his move.

And it wasn't likethere was no interest on his part. She'd seen his eyes linger on her far too much and often for there to simply be no desire.

As much as she could tell, Jason was just taking it annoyingly slow, being a gentleman and stuff… or if not, then she must have really been reading the signs all wrong and upside-down.

Either way, she was going to find out about that thing soon as well. Hell, she was a woman enough to ask a guy out herself, wasn't she? At least that was what she decided to believe. In fact, that simple self-confidence was not only powering, but also necessary after that little reckless dive down below the line that she never ever meant to cross, even as it had always been kinda tempting. Just to be blatantly honest for a second. As much of an ass Happy was, he was also a fucking mouthwateringly hot ass, no point in denying that.

Anyways as she got to the truck, all set to go and save lives, she had managed to decide that much. Happy had the right to behave in any which way he chose, and she had the right to simply ignore him, forget about what happened with him, and take a few meaningful steps forward with Jason.

And not just to take her mind off of what had just happened with Chief Never-Ever-Happy, but also to go ahead with what had been in the makings for a good long while already.

With her mind finally set and her spirit determined, the ride to the site was as usual. No-one said much. The fire got tamed pretty easily as well, with no casualties. Even the building itself had only a minor water damage. That's how well they worked as a team.

The ride back however, that was something different. Instead of sitting up front, like he normally did, Happy had chosen to for once, without a real explanation, sit in the back, which in other words meant having her sandwiched between him and Jason.

Fucking awesome.

They hadn't shared a word since she'd run out of his room. Actually they hadn't even shared a look. So far so good.

Maybe he was even intending on ignoring her as well?

But then again, why did he decide to sit next to her? Was he simply trying to fuck with her head?

Oh well. That she was not going to have.

"Can I talk to you in private when we get back?" she asked, keeping her head immobile as she did.

Both heads on either side of her turned in an instant. She wanted to grin… no smirk… no laugh out loud. It had worked like magic.

Suck on that, Smiley.

With what she hoped looked like a sincere smile, she then slowly, like really slowly, turned her head toward Jason.

"Yeah, sure," Jason smiled back.

"Great."

As she moved her head back to its original positon, staring right ahead, she secretly peaked to her left. Sure enough Happy was no longer looking her way. Instead he was actually staring out of his side of the window.

When they got back, sun was already starting to rise, and she welcomed it with a smile. The majority of fires happened during the nighttime, when people were asleep, which in other words also meant that she was now probably going to get at least a good few hours in before having to see some faces again.

But first she had to woman up and ask Jason if he wanted to do something sometime.

So basically as soon as they got off the truck, and before her head managed to stir up something else, she had Jason dragged to the other side of the line of fire trucks.

"Has Happy ever sat in the back row before?" he asked before Emma even had the chance to get a word in.

"Um… I haven't really been paying that much attention to him, but I'd guess no. You know that's where the real cool kids hang out," she smirked, slightly off guard by the topic she was trying to avoid.

He let out a soft chuckle. "Aren't we the coolest."

"You bet we are, comrade!" she instantly cringed at her choice of words. Comrade? You're trying to get him out of the friend-zone, not deeper in, you idiot.

"Anyways what was it that you wanted to talk about?" his expression stayed amused.

"Oh nothing." It was a reflex. Her mouth was fighting her… yup the same mouth that usually had no filter what so ever. "Shit no. There is something, but I'm having a hard time putting it in English. Umm.. okay, I'm just going to spit it out like I would spit out a green olive, if I somehow took it in with my Martini. So here it goes," she said with one breath, "I think we should kiss and see what happens? Yes? No? Maybe?"

What the hell was she doing? Why was she not shutting up? Why was she even talking to him at the state she was in, in serious lack of sleep and in serious amount of confusion about all things relationship-related.

"Or we could just forg…" she started, slightly backing away from him, when he took a step forward and attacked her with his mouth.

…

Happy had been itching to drag her away from where she was rambling on about something to Jason, but he decided to wait. He wanted to tell her that what happened should stay between the two of them. A story as such getting out in such a tight group would only make things awkward and as a chief, he could not have that.

A tiny part of him might have also wanted to confront her about leaving him in such a hurry. Not that he had wanted to cuddle or something, but it had struck his ego somehow. No one left him just like that…

Thinking about how to say it all without her turning into a hysterical mess, like they always did in certain situations, he looked on at the duo talking away not that far from where he was smoking by the front entrance. That was also the same moment he felt the all too familiar feeling of heat crawling up his chest and neck.

That little bitch was all over him. Or maybe he was all over her. Whatever way, it didn't matter. She made no move to stop him. If anything really, Happy watched with an open mouth as she grabbed the assholes hair, pulling him even closer.

A growl might have escaped his lips. Not because he was jealous, but because she had them all fooled with her 'good girl with a fiery mouth' act. Yeah she might have still had that fire-spilling mouth, but she could with no dictionary be described as a good girl. He knew for a fact that she in no way had even had the time to shower after riding on his dick just a few short hours before.

Slut.

…

She pulled back and watched up into his green eyes. Hm.. what happened now? She didn't want to just sleep with him. Let alone after having just slept with someone else. She wanted to date him, but with the way she'd all but forced him into kissing her, her intentions might not have been that clear.

"So.." she took a slight step back, letting her hands drop from where they had been attached to his body.

"Would you be interested in going out this Saturday?" he asked, making her sigh in relief. Of course he would not try to jump her bones right then and there. She'd chosen him for a reason, he actually was a decent man.

"I would love to. Actually I think that's what I was trying to ask you before.. with all that 'do it now or don't do it, I'm a crazy person' thing," she couldn't help but laugh at herself.

Luckily he joined in.

"You look tired," he noted after as short awkward moment of silence, following their chuckles.

"Tired like a hipster trying stay one step ahead at all times."

"Is that so," he then nodded with a smirk, walking side-by-side with her toward the entrance.

"Mhm, and not to mention.." her words got stuck in her throat as they got to the front door, all but slamming straight into the big and familiar figure.

"Night, Hap," Jason nodded at the man.

Although Happy returned the motion, the look on his face stayed lethal. There was no way Jason wasn't picking up on that.

"Were you satisfied?" Happy practically growled, staring at Emma.

"What?" she spitted out, eyes wide. What was the matter with him? There was only a fraction of a moment to recover from his verbal attack, before it got really out of hand in front of Jason. "Oh you mean with my extraordinary excellence out there with the fire hose? I hoped you noticed. I did fricking good tonight, if I do say so myself," she grinned with ease, although she might not have been that good at erasing the slight fear from her eyes.

He must have been hoping to hear something else, because he said nothing for a while, simply glaring at her.

"But anyways, team effort, like you always say. No need to praise just me, it might go to my head, boss," Emma tried to keep her tone light.

Jason simply watched their little communication in silence, with a slight confusion on his face.

Happy continued on glaring down at her, looking like a rage monster was about to burst out of him.

And Emma just tried her hardest to continue rambling, just so that Happy wouldn't get a word in. Not that he even looked like he wanted to, but she had to be sure.

"So yeah, good night, we should all head in, before our speaker DJ starts spinning his awful eardrum shattering beats again," she nearly physically pushed Jason forward, just to get out of that situation.

Happy grunted something that sounded like a yeah, but might as well have been a random curse word. Honestly, it would not have been surprising either way.

Luckily Jason moved, clearing the way out for her as well.

Saying her quick byes to Jason, she did her hardest not to run up the stairs, and simply walk like a normal person.

Finally getting back to her room, she collapsed onto the bed, before realizing that she really needed a shower. But before she really got a chance to make a move in that reasonable direction, there was a knock.

"What do you want?" she asked, in a totally different tone than what she had been displaying in front of Jason.

"You work faster than I expected," Happy muttered, reaching his hand out to grasp a hold of the doorframe.

"Well, as they say, you snooze you lose and the whole world burns down. Anything else you want to compliment on?"

"Not talking about work," he shook his head disbelievingly.

"Could have fooled me," she gave him her best fake smile, "what is so pressing then that you actually felt the need to come and hover over my door?"

Again he used his silent glare. It was like his go-to move.

"Now honestly, what is it that you want? Don't get me wrong now, but talking to you is like dragging home an insanely heavy stack of potatoes, I just can't figure out why I'm doing it, when I could simply order Chinese."

He then made a move that looked awful lot like he was trying to step past her, straight into her room.

"Whoah there, buddy. I know why you're here, alright. You're here about what happened before."

"So you DO actually remember getting fucked tonight, and yet it brings me back to my initial question, were you satisfied? I kinda remember you were, but seeing you slut it up all over Jason two hours later… I guess I'm just curious." And cue the familiar smirk.

"Hmm…" she pretended to think. "As you worded it so nicely and honestly, then perhaps I should give an honest answer as well. I think you were okay. Maybe even a bit satisfying, but you know, a girl as her needs too…"

Lies.. Lies. But you're such an asshole and totally deserve them.

For a second he looked straight out murderous, but then his dark eyes softened up, and the smirk was back. "Good to know," he grinned, turning around and heading toward his bedroom.

It took an awful lot to not throw something at his back, not to mention not shout 'Fuck you' to his face. But somehow she managed.

…

The following week flew by more or less calmly. Mainly because it was her week off. Date with Jason had gone great. Dinner and a movie, the usual. They'd also shared a heated kiss, but that had been about it. She didn't want to 'slut it up' as Happy had said, and invite him in after first date, and he was as usual too patient for his own good.

Which brought Emma to her next plan. Or rather it was a move to speed things up on his part a little. He perhaps simply needed a little push from her, to know that she was ready.

So as their annual new year's eve dinner took place, she was all but ready to give Jason the little incentive that he needed.

Sure enough she had to work a bit around the table charts, but she made it work.

Now the only other little factor that had to be put in place was the perfect timing. She was sitting on the right spot, more or less across from Jason, and he was totally oblivious.

Still she had to make sure that everyone else besides them stayed as oblivious to it as well. Meaning she waited for the dinner to really kick off, to have everyone pay attention to something specific, was it their conversation partner, or food, or whatever else.

She looked across the table, totally ignoring the fact that Happy was sitting right next to Jason, as he had also been ignoring her, and moved herself a bit closer to the table, while taking a sip of wine.

Suddenly the reality of what she was planning on doing got really exciting. So much in fact, that she couldn't really look at him at first, as her leg started inching up Jason's leg. She'd kicked her shoe off before, so she would feel the material of his pants through her silk stockings.

Instantly she felt him tense.

…

His eyes shot up at the sudden touch underneath the table. Someone was rather determinately trying to slide up on his leg.

There were three people, who could have had the necessary reach, Emma, Jerry and Ethan. Somehow he really doubted either one of the guys would have tried something like that on him. Not even for the laughs.

So it only left Emma, who was staring intently at her plate, a slight blush forming on her cheeks.

That little minx, he thought, pleasantly surprised.

They had been trying to avoid each other, but neither he nor she could have denied the sexual tension that was still present.

A dark grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as her leg got to his knee and then started moving in.

Safe to say, he had been slightly aroused from the start, but as she finally started rubbing on the right spot, he started growing hard rather rapidly.

He held is eyes on her, eager to see the moment she finally decided to look at him. There was only one other thing he wanted at that moment, for her to drop something under the table, then follow.

The moment her head started tilting up, he almost bounced on his seat. She was still rubbing him through his pants and he was getting desperate.

Had he been holding a glass at the moment her eyes finally lifted, he might have broken it. She didn't even glance his way, instead she kept on gazing at Jason, the bastard sitting next to him.

Did she really think she was rubbing him? Could it have been possible?

He waited for a moment, now shaking with anger as well as pleasure. Maybe she was messing with him, with the way she avoided his eyes, but after an excruciating amount of time, she was still grinning at the other guy.

This had to stop. Before he..

And that fucking bitch, she'd worked him all up, making him look like a total fool.

She was going to suffer just as much.

"Emma?" he asked, with much louder voice than necessary.

Her confused eyes landed on his face, as did probably everybody else's.

"I think your leg is trying to climb up a wrong tree," he said.

The shock on her face was straight up gold and the whole table fell quiet.

Her embarrassment was more than evident.

Then, all of a sudden she smiled. It was a mask, but a good one, he had to give her that.

"Oh how embarrassing. And I am truly sorry," she reached down to seemingly work on her shoe, "I should have known something was wrong when I was getting no response," she said, each and every word falling off of her sharp tongue like a razorblade.

That said, she stood up, smiling down at him, "If you'll excuse me, I think I also just lost my appetite."

Thanks for reading!

As some of you wondered, then I don't think this will be some big story, at least not at the moment. More like fun one-shots, when I get inspired.