As G came back from Jogging the next morning he brought her a cup of coffee to the bed.
He let her know that he had already choosen an funeral home and even made an appointment for the forenoon.
To make sure, that no relatives have claimed Alinas body, they drove to the coroners office.
Rose wasn't on duty, but there was a free space on the certificate regarding the body, where to fill in who was in charge for the funeral.
On Alinas certificate this space was empty.
After a short nodding from G, Harriett filled in his name and the telephone number from the office.
Then they drove to the funeral home Pilgrim and Heights.
It was again a bright beautiful summerforenoon in Los Angeles, it was a Saturday and beside that, it was Marty Deeks birthday.
Harriett had already sent him a SMS with congratulations from them both.
But first of all it occured rather strange to her, going up the loopy driveway to the funeral home on such a nice day to arrange the funeral for someone, she didn't and G just knew for some month.
Gs face was very serious.
Harriett could nearly feel his sadness.
On the other hand she knew, that his grief was also a bridge to his unknown birth.
Therefore it gave him safety.
He gave her a short look before ringing the bell of the long flat house.
Before she could reply his smile the door was pulled open.
A small, nearly bold thin man, remembering Harriett automaticly to Mister Crocker from 'Cosmo & Wanda', in a dark suit, smiled obedient to them.
„Hello, my name ist Joseph Heights! Mister … Tedrow?"
„Yes, hello!"
G reached out his hand to him, made a quick move with his head over to her.
„This is my wife!"
„Mrs. Tedrow, a pleasure to meet you!"
Joseph Heights made two quick steps to her and strechted out his hand.
„Thank you, that you and your husband trust us to take care for your beloved deceased! But at first, I am very sorry for your loss!"
Harriett had to bite on her underlip for a moment.
„Hello, Mister Heights! Thank you, that is very kind of you!"
It was the first time, G directly involved her in his fake identity.
As he called her 'my wife' she really felt a warm shiver running down her back.
Joseph Heights cleared the door and hinted a small bow.
„Please, come in!"
„Thank you!"
G let her step foreward, Harriett felt his hand slightly on her shoulder.
„Down on the right is my office!"
Heights closed the door behind them.
In here it was … voluminous!
The carpet on the floor thick, on the wall paper textile, and the scores of flowers
arrangements on the massive furniture overhanging.
„Thank you, Jason!"
Harriett caressed with her hand quickly over Gs arm while he placed her the chair in front of the showy desk.
Then he took seat on ther chair next to hers while Heights was heading to the place behind the desk.
„May I ask who your concern is about?" he asked then and looked to her.
„My sister in law." Harriett answered simply.
„Unfortunately … she fell victim to a mugging! It would be kind if you take very good care of her!"
„Of course, we would love to, Mrs. Tedrow!" Heights meant and looked to G.
„Your sister, Mister Tedrow? Our sincere condolences!"
G shortly shook his head.
„The sister of my brother!" he replied cool and somehow with a touch of arrogance.
He looked very powerful and self-confident, sitting cool lent back in the expensive decorated chair with the thick cushions, his right foot resting on his left thigh.
Harriett felt clearly, that this wasn't G Callen, whom she knew and loved.
This was Jason Tedrow.
Heights – just only by sight the whole opposite from him- looked puzzled for seconds and then again turned to her.
„Mrs. Tedrow, did you and your … „he cleared his throat bashful „ … husband already decide which kind of funeral do you want? You prefer a cremation or a burial?"
Harriett looked over to G.
„A burial!"
His answer was quick, certain.
Heights nodded.
„Of course." he meant and again looked at her.
„And do you already know, in which church you would like the servive held?"
„We would like to have a little service here at the funeral home!" G took the word.
Heights again looked over to him.
„Of course, Mister Tedrow."
Without this serious background Harriett had loved it being here with the two men.
She loved it to be addressed as Gs wife, and it was exiting to watch the interaktion between G, getting more and more grumpy, and Heights, beginning after a while to carry a torch for her obviously.
Luckily after two hours it was over.
The funeral should take place on Monday, at the funeral home of Pilgrim and Heights, just simple, with the burial afterwards.
Joseph Heights had been very irritated to learn, that no invitations should be send.
Harriett had noticed, that he had loved to ask why, but because of Gs arrogant behavior, did not dare.
Heights stood in the door and watched them leave.
In the last half hour the expression on Gs face turned lightly sneering, with tightly pressed lips, put a little forward.
Now he opened the door of the car for her, let her get in and closed the door behind her, Harriett could see him giving Heights a long look before getting in the car on the driver side and closing the door.
He put the car key into the starter lock.
Harriett looked at him watchfully.
Carefully she caressed with her hand over his thigh.
„You're allright?"
Next thing for them was to drive to the cemetary to look for a graveside.
G nodded shortly.
He bowed over to her and kissed her.
A little smile came onto his face.
„I've been some times undover with Kensi, but with you it is whole different!"
Harriett smiled surprised.
„Are you allowed to tell me the difference?"
G started the engine and fastened the seat belt.
„Kensi and me are working together." he meant while stirring the Jaguar onto the street.
„We always want the best results, and Kensi is very going forward. This is
straining, you have to be highly concentrated, sometimes a situation can get out of hand! Here, with you, it was very easy! I nearly forgot what was all about! You've been great!"
„Thank you!" Harriett meant blushing.
„I've had a beautiful cover!"
G gave her a short look.
A very little smile twisted his face.
„What do you think about lunch when we … „
He cleraed his throat.
His face was serious.
„ … when we're done on the cementary?"
„Good idea!" Harriett agreed softly, stroking with her hand again gentle over his leg.
She did not know the cementary.
Heights suggested it, pretending finding it very pleasant himself, but Harriett
expexted him getting money for saying that.
He showed them pictures and obviously G liked the small, beautiful located
lake, like she did.
The undertaker already made an appointment for them with the management.
The cementary was not far away from the city, a way about ten minutes with a car.
Harriett found it important for G to visit the grave, for handling his sadness.
So he could better face the reality, the present, but this surely was hard for a man who was still searching together his past.
The employee of the cementary management, Mrs. Withers, showed them the different gravesides.
One of them really was located joining the already seen before lake, which in reality looked much more lovely than on pictures.
It was very quiet here.
The soft breeze, stroking over the surface of the water, was cooling the joining lawn areas.
Simple, understated gravestones were to see here, just as big, stony monuments.
Some of the gravesides were expensive and loving taken care of, others were not so devoted looked after.
The price was exorbitant.
Harriett was wondering secretly, how G agreed without turning a hair.
She did not know to the slightest the earnings of a special agent.
But maybe the difference was made by the fake name on the credit card?
Maybe the USA were paying for it?
From the cementary they drove back to the city.
Harriett had learned quickly, that favourite restaurants are not allowed any more.
Even not for Jason Tedrow!
When she was on the road with G at the weekends any routine was forbidden!
They had no permanent residence.
Also they chanced restaurants, supermarkets, snack-bars, coffee-shops, even the parking spaces of their cars, depending on where they were spending the night.
Now they sat, after an asian lunch, in a café beside a supermarket, where they wanted to buy some food later.
Also they had to buy a present for Marty Deeks.
Harriett had to confess, knowing Marty Deeks not long and well enough.
G added – very truely – that he wasn't interested so far.
On the other hand he had heard, that Marty – asked by Nell what he want for his birthday – only wanted a donation for the food bank in his neighborhood.
She was very impressed by that!
„We'll bring him a bottle of wine with that!" G meant.
They sat beside the mall, not directly on places on the crowed pavement, but more in the back, beside the housewall.
It was hot here between the high houses.
Coloured sunshades gave a little shelter.
The city was crowded with people on a Saturday afternoon.
Coloured, sommerly dressed people strolled or rushed by, some of them with a cool drink or a gelato in their hands, packed with shopping bags.
Harriett still could not realise the seriousness of the situation, even after what they had handled earlier this day.
G sat in the chair beside her, lent back, his sunglasses were hiding his beautiful blue eyes.
He seemed relaxed.
His chest under the blue cloth of his shirt went up and down calm, regularly.
He had pulled up the sleeves to his ellbows, in the bright light of the sun the small lightbrown hairs on his forearms were very good to see.
The dark watch on his left wrist showed twenty minutes past three.
His left hand was laying on her thigh.
He admitted to her in public.
Jason Tedrow!
Slowly she raised her right hand und stroked with her forefinger gentle over the back of his hand on her leg.
G turned his head and looked at her.
She could not see his eyes smiling but she could see the twisting of his lips.
„You're feeling good, Ggggggggg … Jason?"
Gs smile for a moment became a small grin.
She felt his fingers closing a little more on her thigh.
„I'm very good at the moment."
„Should we … „
G jumped up.
He rushed over the pavement, over the street, through the traffic with nothing more than his hand raised until the height of his hip and watchful looks to the left and the right, breaks were squeaking, a woman was screaming somewhere.
Harriett wasn't able to breath for a moment in horror.
On the opposite of the street she saw G rushing through an open standing glass door into a shop.
It was a shop for electrical goods.
Some people looked after him, with shaking her heads.
The traffic on the road, the cars which had to stop because of G, went on driving slowly.
Harriett had left her chair.
She did not know what to think about.
Has G spotted a friend?
But he wouldn't have done such a neckbreaking sprint then!
Did he watch anything?
A crime maybe?
But could he act as Jason Tedrow?
A man fell out of the shop on the pavement and remained laying there, dazed.
G came out of the shop, was over him in seconds, turned him around trained and pulled his arms on his back.
Harriett wanted to grab her mobile phone and call the police.
But she did not know, if this would be right.
Maybe this would blow Gs cover?
She wanted to do something, but she could not judge, what would be right.
Over the street she could actually more feel than see that G was shortly looking at her.
Then again he looked down to the man on the floor.
He held the mans arms over his back up high, holding his right foot on the spine of the man, keeping him down so and unable to move.
In some distance a sirene was to hear.
A man appeared in the door of the shop and stayed there.
Some onlookers, stopped standing here at the side of the street, took her sight.
Harriet tried to look beside them and finally made a few steps aside.
G still was keeping the man down.
Finally, a few minutes later, a police car stopped in front of the shop.
Two officers jumped out with guns in their hands.
Over the roof of the car she coud see G raising up his hands immediately.
One of the officers took him aside.
The other one bent down to the man on the ground.
A second police car arrived, from another direction, stopping in a very short distance to the bonnet of the first one.
Both officers went out.
The first office was still speaking to G, who had meanwhile taken his hands down.
The first onlokers begann to walk away.
Harriett watched the scene on the other side of the street strained, blinking in the bright sunlight while she tried to understand it.
The body language of the officer, talking to G, didn't seemed threathening or
unease.
Gs body language neither.
One of the officers pulled the man up from the floor and got him in the back of the police car.
Another officer spoke to the man in the door.
Then the two officers, in which car the man sat, drove back first.
The officer opposite G gave him something, what he put in the backpocket of his jeans.
They both seemed to approve, then G finally made his way back over the street, now much more carefully than before.
His eyes searched for her, the he came to her.
Harriett looked at him.
„What does Jason Tedrow do for his living?"
Her voice for a moment sounded hoarse.
A very small smile came over Gs face.
„Come!" he just meant, put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her softly with him down the street.
Harriett looked at him from the side.
G seemed to be calm, as she knew him, as if nothing special has happened.
Just a patch of sweat under his right armpit gave away the struggle.
She carefully touched his arm.
„What happened in there … Jason?"
G gave her a short look.
„Robbery." he just replied.
„And you've seen that from the other side of the road?"
She could not hide the astoinishment in her voice.
G nodded shortly.
She could feel clearly, that he did not want to talk about it.
Now he stopped walking.
„Are we getting any wine for Deeks now?"
Harriett nodded.
She followed G into the mall.
Still she felt confused, a little shocked by what she had watched before.
The mall was crowded.
Somehow she felt 'out of reality'.
The picture, G rushing over the street, was still in front of her eyes.
It just took a moment for her to realise, that G had turned to her, now took her hand.
His fingers nestled warm around hers.
„You're allright?"
Usually it was her, asking him.
His eyes were resting on her face.
Here, in the crowded aisle, no one took notice of them.
She gave him a smile.
„Yes, wonderful!"
She could also do this.
„I'm very proud of you, habibi!"
A little smile moved Gs lips.
„No reason for that! Just doing my job!"
„But you're doing it perfectly well!"
G put his hand on her cheek, bend over to her and kissed her.
Marty Deeks birthday was on the way as they arrived in the early hours of the evening.
He lived in a loft in the city, with a small piece of garden, in which a barbecue was set.
Eric and Nell were here, also Rose and Nate, some people Harriett did not know and neither did G, and a really on the edge Kensi Blye.
After a while watching her, Harriett believed that the reason for this was the sleepy looking blonde woman, who was not getting away from Deeks.
Marty did not seem to like it.
Always she was beside him, stroking over his arm shortly, leaning against him for a short moment, Harriett saw Kensi watching, looking away, watching again, and getting more and more angry.
Secretly she asked herself, why both of them were making it so heard to each other.
„Where's Sam?" she whispered to G.
He gave her a short look.
„Wanted to come later, I think! Deeks' not his favourite!"
„Oh!" Harriett made.
Until now she was under the impression, the team was doing fine together.
Actually they all seemed to be very easy to handle, no one playing the diva, they all seem to look after each other!
Gs statement …
The low creaking of the garden door distracted her.
They all were looking there.
And were recognising Hetty.
As she felt the scores of looks on herself she gave them her lovable smile.
„Hetty!"
Deeks sounded hearable pleasant, was smiling all over his face as he left his
place and rushed to her.
Out of the corner of her eyes Harriett saw G smiling too.
One more time she could feel his goodwill to his boss.
She asked herself secretly – not for the first time – what was connecting them.
It was as good as sure for her, that their relationship not only was based on a working basis.
There was something going deeper!
„It's nice you'd manage it to come here!" Marty now said to Hetty.
She smiled to him.
„In no way I want to miss your party, Mister Deeks! And it looks like I arrived to the absolute right time! The drinks seem to be cooled and what is on the grill looks tempting!"
She smiled mischievous.
„But first hand, Mister Deeks, of course I have something for you! With my best wishes!"
She gave a small, coloured wrapped parcel to him, with a green bow.
„Thank you, Hetty!" Marty meant, surprised, while taking it.
„What can I get you to drink?"
„Well … „
She looked around, from one to the other.
„Obviously you're not offering any tea, Mister Deeks, so I would like to have a lemonade, please!"
„Of course."
Deeks went to the table where the bottles stood, grabbed one of them, a glass, while Hetty was slowly going around, noticing the people already there with a smile.
Harriett watched Gs face turning to a small smile as Hetty came to them and greeted them with a small nod.
„Miss Wycombe, Mister Callen, how nice, to see you here!"
„Thank you!" Harriett meant.
„Hetty, nice to see you!" G meant and again his voice had this boyish, nearly provoking undertone.
Harriett looked at him a bit irritated from the side.
He seemed to be very calm, relaxed, gave even her the impression of being very well.
„Thank you, Mister Callen! Please enjoy the party!"
Hetty nodded shortly to him, Harriett caught a long look from her before she turned to say Hello to Eric and Nell.
Maybe she saw in it too much.
But she was quiet sure that it was – once more – a small friendly request to her, to take care of G.
She'd already had a few talks about that with her.
G did not know.
Hetty did not need to say, Harriett simply felt, how much she cared for G.
A few times she was going to ask, but at least she did not dare.
G obviously has felt her eyes on him and now turned his head, looked at her.
His eyes were asking.
Harriett gave him a calm smile.
She caressed with her hand over his side.
„It's nice, Hetty's here, too!"
The garden door squeaked.
„Uncle Callen! Uncle Callen!"
A whirlwind in pink shot through the garden, to G, clutching his legs before he could react, beaming up to him.
Sam even had the garden door closed behind him.
Harriett saw the caring smile on Gs face.
He put his bottle of beer aside, bend down to Sasha, put her on his arms.
Sasha wrapped both arms around his neck and put a kiss on his cheek.
„I haven't seen you for such a long time, Uncle Callen! When do you come to visit us again?"
Gs smile was soft.
And very true
„Unfortunately I have a lot of work at the moment, Sasha!"
Harriett really felt – not for the first time – a touch of jealousy.
It was quite foolish, she knew for herself, and better than that she should be glad that there was someone else being good for G.
But probably an old female instinct, on which she had no influence.
„But my dad always comes home and you're working together, aren't you?"
Sasha was five.
She looked at G with her big brown saucer eyes.
Her arms were still wrapped around his neck.
G smiled.
„Yes, you're right! I definately have to visite you again!"
„Tomorrow? I've got a new house for my dolls!"
„Hello!"
Now Sam came up, after congratulating Marty.
„Hello G! Hello Harriett!"
„Hello Sam!"
Harriett replied his embrace.
Sam gave her a smile, with a quick move of his head to G and Sasha.
„Had to hand him over again?"
Harriett gave his smile back.
„Yes, but only for a short time!"
She had noticed that Sashas goodwill for G was obviously fine with Sam, even he did not understand it completely.
Until now there has been no chance to talk to him about!
Sam laughed.
„Come Sasha, it would be nice, you saying 'Hello'' to our birthday boy!" he meant, while pulling her gently from Gs arm.
„I'll be right back, please don't go away, Uncle Callen!" Sasha meant trustfully to him, letting her father carry herself to Marty.
Harriett caught Gs look.
He smiled to her as their eyes met.
„I'll slowly get jealous!" Harriett whispered to him, for teasing him a little bit.
„No reason for that!"
G bent over to her and kissed her.
„You're still top of my list!"
Harriett had to laugh.
„Thank you!"
Quickly she stroke with her arm around his side, caressed with her hand over his back.
G stayed in her embrace.
He caressed with his lips over her cheek before kissing her again, this time much more extensive, devoted.
Harriett enjoyed it, nestled up a bit more to him.
She felt Gs hand lightly on her shoulder.
„Let's get back to the boat shed, Kalinka!" he whispered tender.
Harriett looked at him.
She went on stroking with her hand over his back.
„I would love nothing more! But Sasha is looking forward for you and Marty has promised you a steak!"
Gs smile was a little run down.
„I don't like to." he murmered in a low voice.
Harriett had to smile.
„Me neither! But … „
„Uncle Callen, look, my new mobile!"
Again Sasha rushed straight across the garden, picking impatiently at the cloth of his jeans as he turned to her not quick enough, G cowered down to her.
Sasha proudly presented him his pink children mobile.
Harriett was not really astoinished the shlightest, that Sasha nearly ignored her.
The girl in fact accepted her at Gs side, but she did not involve her.
Of course she did not want to share 'her uncle Callen', she really wasn't used to it.
Harriett noticed Hetty looking over to them.
As their eyes meet she gave her a smile.
Goodwilling.
It already was dark when they returned to the boat shed.
It had become very funny on the party then, with torches and a buddy of Marty from the LAPD, who mixed fanciful cocktails for the present ladies.
G had got a wonderful grilled steak, he obviously enjoyed it, he also could, because Sam drove home with Sasha after staying just for a short time.
Her company and the excellente food had done good to G, he seemed relaxed as the entered the boat shed now.
The warm air of the day was still standing in the big room here.
Above, under the roof, it would be much more warm!
„It was nice, wasn't it?"
She searched for Gs eyes after putting her bag on the couch.
G took a can of beer from the fridge, which had a rare apricot colour.
He opened it and took a sip before putting it on the cupboard.
„Yes, it was."
Harriett made the few steps over to the table, to him.
Right here, in the bright light, his face looked tired.
The little crinkles around his eyes were to see much more now as if he had slept.
Harriett stretched out her left hand and let it stroke over his chest.
„Should we go to bed now? We could watch TV a little bit above!"
„Good idea." G said.
He pulled her close and put both arms around her, kissed her.
Harriett cuddled up to him.
She enjoyed the warmth of his body spreading over her skin, his hidden strength, he held her close with.
His kiss was gentle.
„Was nice with you, Kalinka!"
Harriett felt his right hand very softly stroking over her hair.
„Thank you. I enjoyed it very much being there with you, habibi!"
She caressed with her lips over his cheek while whispering to him, felt the lightly scratching of the hair of his beard on her skin.
G did not move.
On her hand she felt his deep breathing.
As she caressed with her lips softly over the skin in front of his ear, G made a small sound of well-being.
Slowly she stroked with her hand over the front of his shirt.
Barely she could notice his eyes closed, him enjoying her tendeness.
His right hand caressed under the cloth of her shirt, on her skin, taking her breath away for a moment.
G lightly turned his head and looked at her.
His breath on her skin was warm.
His lips searched for hers carefully, caressing over her cheek, dry, softly.
His kiss was lightly, gentle, Harriett felt becoming it deeper, intimate, demanding.
It just was a pleasure for her to get into it.
Carefully she laid her arms around his neck, nestled a bit more up to him.
She loved G feeling close.
His strength, his warmth, his soft skin, the scratching of his beard, his short hair.
She loved to see him getting into her caresses, she enjoyed, like now, seeing him closing his eyes for seconds while she stroked with her lips over his cheek.
Then, very sudden, he grabbed her, raised and sat her on the table in front of him.
Harriett could not hold back a small sound of surprise, of astonishment.
G looked at her for a long moment.
His look to her was tender, warm, above of all, it was calm.
Then he put his left hand on her cheek, bent forward to her and kissed her.
Harriett replied his kiss immediately.
Slowly she caressed with her hand over the back of his head, to his neck, under the collar of his shirt, barely she felt the lightly sweat of his skin on her fingertips.
Slowly, carefully she felt Gs fingertips caressing down from her cheek over her skin, over her shoulder, her chest, to the fringe of her shirt.
His right hand helped on the other side, he grabbed the cloth and pulled it carefully over her head, Harriett slipped quickly out with her arms, willingly, she nearly couldn't wait feeling Gs warm soft skin next to hers.
The warm touch of his fingers on her shoulder was gentle.
Them caressing over her skin left a warm tingly feeling.
Hariett could see G also enjoying it.
His breathing was quickened, small drops of sweat standing on his upper lip, between the dark hairs of his beard.
The expression of his face was a little strained.
His eyes followed his fingers, pulling down gently first the strap of her top, then the one from her bra from her shoulder.
Then he bent down to her, kissed her shoulder, carefully, he caressed with his lips slowly down to her chest, her breast.
The feeling, remaining on her skin, was warm, just like his breath, and this made her tingly.
She touched with her right hand to the button tab of his shirt.
It was a little hard to her, to open the single buttons, her fingers were shaking slightly, Gs head bent down took her sight and then her hands were shaking even more by let them stroke under the cloth of his shirt, over his warm soft skin.
G moaned quietly, pleasant.
For a moment his lips remained on her skin.
Harriett felt him breathing deeply.
Then he caressed with his hands to the waistband of her jeans, he grabbed the fringe of her top and pulled it in an endlessly tender gesture over her head.
Harriett searched for his look.
Their eyes meet after G dropped her top on the green chair beside the table, where her shirt was laying already.
The look of his beautiful blue eyes was a little dull.
„It's wonderful being with you." she whispered to him.
She had to clear her throat.
„I've wished that for the whole afternoon!"
G smiled a little bit.
„And I imagined that the whole evening at Deeks!" he murmered in a low voice.
Harriett had to smile.
She bent forward and touched with her lips carefully his bare chest, stroked slowly with them over his warm soft skin, felt the slightly wetness of his sweat and the tickle of the fine hair.
The scar beneath his breast bone was to feel as a small bump, the skin was hardened.
G remained motionless.
She felt him breathing deeply, fast.
Slowly she caressed with his hands to his hips, to the waistband of his jeans,
placed her fingertips under it and let them wander along over his strip, to the button of metal of his jeans.
Carefully she pushed it back.
G bent down to her and pushed her with his weight slowly, very gentle back onto the table, Harriett noticed more than really seing it, his arm with a protruding move pushing down from the table board what was behind her.
She heard the dim fall from cloth to the floor, the place mats, the metalic rumble of the rack for the serviettes.
The tight warmth of his skin, being so close to him took her breath for a long moment.
Quickly she wrapped her arms around his back, pulled him near.
She loved to feel the weight of his body against hers, to breathe against him, his lips glided over her cheek, searching for hers, his kiss was deep, the play of the tip of his tongue with hers was demanding.
„I love it, feeling you so close, G, it's wonderful!"
„You feel wonderful."
Gs voice was a low murmur while his hands were caressing over her arms, holding her hands beneath her body gently down on the table board.
He buried his fingers beneath hers.
For a moment Harriett took hold with all of her strength.
G bent his head over her chest.
She felt his beard scratching over her skin before his lips touched, folowed by this warm breath.
Just for a moment her eyes met the small camera on the top of the big screen in front of the table.
Nevertheless immediately she had the vivid vision Eric activating at the OPS the line, G once explained to her, that there was a direct connecting from here to the NCIS-headquarter, which could be switched on within seconds.
To her luck, Hetty would be standing next to Eric then!
„ Ehm … „ she had to clear her throat, freed her right hand from Gs, caressed with it gently over his head, his short hair.
„ … G … it's absolutely breathtakening what you do there! But I would be able to enjoy it much more if we were not in front of a camera!"
G raised his head, looked at her.
He appeared to be completely unimpressed.
„Is it on?"
He did not even make the slightest move to turn around to find out!
He did not care at all!
Harriett looked at him.
His eyes were calm, a bit dull, the sound of his voice a little hoarse, but also unimpressed.
She believed him at once, that he did not care!
Even more, that he wouldn't care having Eric and Hetty from the OPS starring down on them!
„No! And please, I don't want to wait for it to happen!"
G laughed quietly.
He grabbed her hand, pulled it to his lips, placing a long kiss into her palm, caressing with her lips for a long moment over her wrist.
„Okay … come … „
He put his arm around her neck and before she could move he had pulled her from the table, in his arms, and he carried her with a safe hold to the stairs, upstairs.
Harriett nestled up to him closely." …
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