Ta-da!COMMENT!
Glancing around, she withdrew a slip of paper from a compartment in her watch.
Her father had insisted on being extra extra secretive and had said they would find out their names at last minute. Trey and Zak, of course, had been already briefed…
Reese Johns and Scarlett Barrymore.
Seriously.
Her dad had gone so totally Peanut Butter and Gone With the Wind with them.
Johnny sighed when she told him this.
"I can just imagine us having to flirt at a sushi bar and me saying, 'Don't you have any peanut butter here? My chick loves it almost as much as me.' I mean, seriously."
Maggie groaned. "And we're already registered under that name…"
He glared at her, until she realized he was looking over her shoulder. "What is it?"
"They're telling us to kiss."
"We'll have to fake it."
Thankfully he had a hooded sweater.
She poked her face in, just enough, so it looked like their lips were actually touching.
"Moan a bit." She grunted an inaudible curse and did so.
"Shift, Johnny."
Their eyes were closed but they moved perfectly to the other side.
His hand was on her butt.
"Are you seriously faking, Johnny, or do you want to rip off my clothes and throw me behind a tree?"
He said, lowly, "Someone's watching us. Someone I don't like. He's eyeing us like he's suspicious."
She pushed her face deeper into his hood. "We'll have to deserve Oscars, then."
For some reason, she wasn't finding it as horrendous as she expected.
For some reason, she liked the nearness of his breath on her cheeks.
For some reason she felt maybe this mission wasn't going to be so bad after all.
As for Johnny, he was feeling strangely perplexed.
The feel of his teammate's figure enclosed within his arms stirred his nerves and he felt as if sand were being sprinkled on the surface of his chest…
The moonlight shone on her face, shadowing her eyes and lighting her cheeks and nose. Her eyes gleamed fire, staring at him, beyond him.
He tightened his grip around her. Her eyes widened but she didn't pull away; nor did she remark about it. Maybe you don't think this mission is as bad as you make it out to be.
It was boarding time. As they walked up the jetty, his arm around her shoulder and hers around his waist, a thought hit her.
"Johnny?"
"Mm?"
"There's probably going to be only one bed."
He didn't respond.
"We'll have to share it unless there's a couch or something in the room."
His eyes shifted over to her.
"I won't mind sharing if you don't," she said.
The look on his startled face made her grin.
She shrugged his arm off, took his hand, and raced up the gangplank.
Well, what do you know.
It was night. He was asleep, she was wide awake.
She faced the window, moonlight streaming down on her, and in her stomach, there was a feeling of warmth poured into it. Propping herself up on an elbow, she looked out the window to see dark waves lolling smoothly about. Her heart lurched. It was almost impossible, she'd have thought weeks ago, that she would be in this predicament. With Johnny silently breathing a few feet away, and their destiny awaiting them, she felt almost scared. Who would have perceived that this would happen in the short time of two days? That she would be sleeping next to her teammate, and not know what next would come?
She sighed, dropped down into the pillows, and, facing the moonlight, fell asleep.