A/N: Well... thanks to all my reviewers for the first oneshot! I guess I didn't really make it clear... these are all just oneshots. There is absolutely no logical order to these stories. They're pretty much the product of my random brain. And oh, how random it is! Anyway, this one's slightly less angsty than the last one... a little more fluff. Which we all love when it comes to these two! Leave a review if you wish!
Oh, and Hodges talks about falling out of a window when he was in college... that was actually me. Yep, I fell through my window last semester. Fortunately I live on the first floor, so it didn't hurt too bad, but it was a pretty funny story to tell, and very Hodges-like. Just thought you'd like that little bit of info about me.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, and the song "Kiss the Girl" is owned by Disney. I just borrow it for my own entertainment.
There you see her, sittin' there across the way
She don't got a lot to say
But there's something about her
And you don't know why, but you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl
Wendy Simms felt awkward. That kind of feeling you get when you know someone's watching you. The hair on the back of her neck stood up straight, and she shivered. She looked up from her DNA analysis… and discovered who was staring at her.
Across the hall, David Hodges just couldn't help it. There was something about her… something that made him just want to plant one on her. Maybe it was her lips… shimmery with her light pink lip gloss. He wondered what it would taste like. Maybe it was her eyes… soft and brown, but boy, they could flash when she was angry with him. Maybe it was her brain… big enough to rival his own. Maybe it was the way she would stand up to him, like she could see straight through his façade. Whatever it was… it was driving him mad.
Oh, God, he's coming over. Wendy's heart started racing as Hodges got off his stool, picked up a manila folder, and sauntered across the hall toward her lab. She'd seen him staring at her. "What's up, Hodges?" she asked as he crossed the threshold into her lab.
"Got the trace off that blanket Catherine brought by earlier. She wanted me to kick it back to you. Apparently it glowed blue under ALS."
"Gotcha." She motioned to the table on the other side of the room. "Just leave it over there. I'm doing a CODIS search for Nick."
Hodges set the sample and the folder on the indicated table and turned back to face her. Say something smart, he told himself. "Say, Wendy, would you be interested in trying out that new seafood restaurant on the Strip tomorrow night?"
Wendy looked at him, her eyebrows raised. "Are you asking me out, Hodges?"
"What? Can't a guy ask his colleague and friend if she wants dinner?" He stepped closer to her. "Why would you think I'm asking you out?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. It's just, generally, when a guy wants to be friends, he doesn't spend all his spare time staring at you." She grinned as Hodges' face read Busted.
"Staring? I wasn't staring."
"Right. You might not call it staring, but most people call looking at a person for more than five minutes without blinking 'staring'."
Hodges stepped even closer to her, until his thighs hit her knees. "You haven't answered my question, Simms."
"And you haven't answered mine."
He couldn't resist it. There her lips were, looking up at him, begging to be kissed senseless. It was like his mouth was magnetically pulled toward hers… until he finally gained control of his body. "Not a date," he said quietly.
Wendy swallowed hard. "Fine then," she said, pushing her chair back. "Before shift tomorrow?"
"Sounds good," he replied, stepping back a little. "It's a date." Her eyes narrowed, and he quickly tried to cover. "Not a date… just a friend… date… thing… you know." He turned on his heel and practically raced out of her lab.
Yes, you want her, look at her
You know you do
Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her
It don't take a word, not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl
Wendy giggled and choked on her water. "You did what?" she gasped.
"I fell out of my window when I was in college," Hodges said with a grin as he popped a shrimp in his mouth.
"I can't believe it." She sat back in her chair and grinned. "That explains a lot."
"Hey, to be fair, it was a first-floor dorm room, and I hit my ribcage, not my head."
"Still, Hodges, not many people can say they actually fell out of a window. Well, at least, not many are actually alive to tell the story."
"I'm not most people," he replied.
Wendy sighed suddenly. "That's for sure," she muttered.
Hodges' eyebrows went up. "What?"
"Nothing," she said quickly. "So tell me more about Davy Hodges in college."
"Oh. Well I was a real ladies man."
Now it was her turn to raise her eyebrows. "Really?"
"Sure," he replied, shooting her another grin. "I had them wrapped around my little finger when I was in college."
"Yeah? What was your best move?"
Uh-oh. Hodges had to come up with something quick. "Well, I, uh…"
"C'mon. Show me." She had that challenging look in her eye, like she usually did when he acted like a junior-high student.
"Well, uh, I'd scoot my chair over, like this." He slowly moved closer to Wendy, who looked like her heart had stopped. "Then I'd say something really smooth… then I'd just lean in… like…" Once again, it was like his lips were drawn to hers. His brain short-circuited, and he leaned in… until his brain screamed No!. Quickly he sat up again and moved his chair over. "Excuse me, please… I've gotta…" Without another word he got up and dashed to the bathroom.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, my oh my,
Looks like the boy's too shy, ain't gonna kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ain't that sad,
Ain't it a shame, too bad, you're gonna miss the girl
"Thanks for taking me home before shift, Hodges." Wendy opened the passenger door of Hodges' sedan. "I didn't realize I'd forgotten my cell until we made it to the restaurant."
"Not a problem," he said with a grin. "You know I'm the perfect gentlemen."
Wendy smiled back. "Right. So the whole you putting my napkin in my lap was a perfectly gentleman move."
"Of course. A gentleman always takes care of a lady."
She raised her eyebrows. "Sure." She paused for a second, purse in hand, teeth on her lower lip. An awkward silence enveloped the whole car. "I had fun tonight, Hodges."
He smiled. "Yeah. Me too."
"The best non-date I've ever had."
"Me too," Hodges replied with a chuckle.
Wendy sighed and looked him in the eye. "Well," she said finally. "I should probably get going, so we're not late."
"Listen, why don't you let me walk you to the door?"
Her eyes sparkled. "For a non-date, you sure are doing lots of date things."
Hodges rolled his eyes. "C'mon, let me be a gentleman."
Wendy looked out of the window, considering his request. She glanced back at him. "Sure," she said quietly.
Now's your moment, floating in a blue lagoon
Boy, you'd better do it soon
No time would be better
She don't say a word, and she won't say a word
Until ya kiss the girl.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, don't be scared
You've got the move prepared, go on and kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, don't stop now
Don't try to hide it, how you wanna kiss the girl
At her front door, Wendy fumbled through her purse for her keys. "I know I put them in there somewhere," she muttered, growing more flustered by the minute as Hodges stared at her.
"Wendy," he murmured.
"They've just gotta be here."
"Wendy."
"Come on you damn-"
"Wendy."
"What?!" She looked up just as Hodges closed the distance between them and gently pressed his lips to hers. Wendy started to fall backward, but his arms snaked around her waist, supporting her by her back. Finally, ignoring her screaming brain, she let her eyes close, and she kissed him back. She ran her fingers of one hand through his salt-and-pepper hair, and the other one grasped the lapel of his coat, keeping his body flush against hers.
After a couple of minutes, they pulled back, breathing hard. Hodges smiled at Wendy and ran his fingers through her brown locks, brushing one of her bangs back from her eyes. "Strawberry," he murmured, moving the hand on her back to rest on her hip.
"What?" Wendy asked with a smile, keeping her arms around his neck.
"I was just wondering earlier today what your lip gloss would taste like." He grinned at her. "It tastes like strawberries."