AN: Don't own. Just borrowing.
"Well. That went well." Sonny said. Lisa laughed. "I mean Jason looked like he was about to have a stroke, but all and all I think that it went pretty well. " Lisa smiles at him.
"We're never going to live this down. At least not for awhile. And just to be clear, by we I mean you because you still have to work with them every day."
"Oh, I'm aware of that." He said wrapping his arms around her waist. "See it's funny though, because I really couldn't care less what they say if it means that we don't have to hide this anymore."
"You make a very good point." She rested her arms around his neck.
"I'm not just a pretty face you know." She laughed and he smiled.
"What are we going to do with you." She stepped closer to him so that there was no space between their bodies.
"Well, I'll have you know that I may have a couple ideas about that." He smirked.
"Oh you do now do you? Are you going to share?" She ran her hands down his chest bringing them to rest on his belt buckle, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
"Well that is highly classified information Davis." He bent down slightly so that their lips were almost touching.
"Well, as your superior officer I could just order you to tell me." She said with a glint in her eye, undoing his belt buckle.
"Order me to huh? Is that how this is now." His voice was deep and his breath heavy. She smirked. "Is it wrong that I find that incredibly hot?"
"Sonny..." she whispered. He groaned. "Shut up and kiss me." He obliged, closing them small distance between their lips, pressing her back into the wall behind them. He lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist as he turned his attention to her neck trailing kisses down to her collarbone. "Bedroom." She gasped. He didn't need to be told twice. Her feet his the ground and she started slowly walking backwards toward her bedroom as they continued to kiss passionately, leaving a trail of clothes on their way.
Sonny woke up the next morning to an empty bed. He frowned, dragging himself from the bed pulling on his pants and making his way to the kitchen. He leaned against the doorway just watching her for a few minutes. She was standing at the island in her kitchen pouring coffee just as he had that first morning they'd spent together many months ago wearing nothing but his denim shirt and the cowboy hat that they both knew he was never going to take home.
"Enjoying the view." She asked, not taking her eyes off the coffee she was pouring. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist kissing her neck.
"As a matter of fact I am. Though I still think I much prefer waking up next to you." She turned to face him and smiled.
"Noted." She said as she leaned up to kiss him. He spun them around and lifted her up onto the counter, coming to stand between her legs. She leaned down to kiss him. There was something so domestic yet so right about this and they knew that this was exactly where they were supposed to be.
