Stevie Moss had never been one to think things through. She acted first then thought about it later. It was both a blessing and a curse. So when she kissed Dale Smith she didn't think about the fact that she'd just lied in court, under Oath. She didn't think about the fact that they worked together and that the whole station would have a right laugh at this. And she definitely didn't think about the leather jacket she'd left behind in the chair she had vacated only minutes before, between Mickey and Banksy who were now in a heated discussion about who won the bet on the DI and Grace. A bet that she knew Banksy had won fair and square.
She thought about none of that as she stood on the streets of London with her Inspectors arms around her waist, her own wrapped around his neck and his tongue asking for entrance. All she could think about was the sparks that spread through her body where his skin touched hers and the feeling of his lips on hers. She vaguely remembered being thankful that no-one had left the pub since she'd joined Smithy out here but that thought only lasted a minute, then she drawn back by the gorgeous man she was kissing.
She drew back, reluctantly, to look up at him, wondering if this had all just been a mistake to him and she was just in time to see his taxi pull up to the curb, the black paint gleaming in the streetlight.
"Your taxi's here Smithy" her voice held a hint of longing as she looked up at him through her long eyelashes, certain that the moment was about to end. She'd have to go back and explain why Banksy had won that stupid bet to Mickey and then make her excuses and leave, she wouldn't even bother finishing her pint of beer which she'd left sitting on the table. She was sure Mickey wouldn't mind finishing it off for her. she was so busy thinking of an excuse to get away that she hadn't realised he was staring down at her intently. He once again lowered his head level with her ear, his whispered words shocked her, and it was clearly written on her face as he straightened up to his full height, chuckling lightly to himself.
"You could always join me"
The cheeky grin form earlier returned to her face which lit up with the thought of going with him. Yet even she wasn't this irresponsible. His jacket had begun to slip down her shoulders and the sparks returned as his fingers brushed against the bare skin of her shoulders as he returned it to her shoulders. That made up her mind for her.
She only briefly glanced back at the pub where they had left their colleges before she hopped through the cab door which Smithy was holding open for her, knowing that she'd chose to come with him instead of stay. Maybe she was more irresponsible than she thought but this was too perfect to let pass.
They arrived at his apartment 20 minutes later, stumbling out of the cab in a fit of laughter. Something the driver had said about sex out of wedlock being a one-way ticket to Hell. It wouldn't have amused her as much if she hadn't been sitting there next to Smithy, her Inspector. He'd kept his arm around her shoulders the whole here and her stomach was doing back flips, maybe that's why she was giggling so much because she definitely wasn't drunk.
She made it halfway up the stone steps that led to his building when he tugged at her waist, turning her so that she faced him. Her face just below his due to the steps she was standing on. She didn't get the chance to ask what the problem was because in less than a minute his lips were back on her own, kissing her softly.
"Just wanted to make sure I wasn't dreaming" he grinned at her, his voice barely above a husky whisper.
"Definitely not a dream" she smiled back as she pulled him up the steps and into the building, heading for the door that led to his apartment. Both of them grinning like lovesick teenagers.