so hey sorry for the really long wait, i actually had this chapter prewritten it was just getting off my butt and loading it up. also i know how i spell Angela is a little bit of a fail, my friend angelea spells it like that and i was a little bit of a screw up of me. anyways read on!
"I've already said this. You really don't need to walk me home." She looked behind her and saw Lance only a few paces behind, but he was catching up.
"And I've already said that I really should."
"And I don't need you to." She had been saying for a few five minutes, very plainly.
"How about this, I want to walk you home."
Cora looked to her left at the buildings lining the street, hiding her face which showed a bit of anxiety. She had some other plans for her evening, extremely different plans.
"Cora."
"Yea." She turned her head to look back at Lance.
"Is that okay?"
"Yea." Cora gave a small smile, which ignited one from Lance.
"How far do you live?"
"Only a few blocks, it isn't that bad."
"Good."
She gave him a look, didn't he suggest walking her home.
"No I mean for you, not a long commute." He started to stutter a bit, making her smirk.
"Yea, it's pretty good."
"So besides working what else do you do?"
"TV, reading, stuff like that."
"Sounds fun." He nodded.
"No not really." She gave a short laughed that he smiled at. "So what do you do?"
"Work."
"I know that and that you always sit in my section at the Royal."
"I do?" he never noticed that or well he didn't mean for her to notice that.
"You haven't noticed for the past few months that I've been your waitress like 80% of the time?"
"Kind of."
"You plan it that way."
"Um."
"Yea, you do." She laughed at his embarrassed expression, Lance bringing his hand to rub the back of his neck uncomfortably.
"I didn't say anything."
"From the long pause you took, you said a lot."
"Like what?"
"That you always sit in my section of the Diner on purpose just so you don't have to have Rachel flirt with you." Lance laughed at the image of the 40 something that did shamelessly hit on a many young attractive customers.
"I have some other reasons."
"And those reasons may be…"
"So that I have you as my waitress."
"Oh." She looked back at the buildings, but quickly looked down at her right hand as she felt Lance's hand bump hers.
"Sorry." He noticed to.
"It's fine." It had gotten awkwardly quiet and Cora had the strongest of urges to make the 'Awkward Turtle' with her hands. "So who worked at the museum before my sister and DEW?"
"You call him that to?" He laughed; it was probably his favorite nickname even though the creator didn't really like him at the moment.
"Yea, it's like the only thing she calls him." She smiled. "So… previous co-workers?"
"Oh yea, there was Agent Booth, he used to do Agent Walker's job. There was Angela and Hodgins, you met them. Hodgin's did your sister's job. And Angela used to do artistic renditions of the victims."
"Who was the original DEW?" he grinned at the use of the name.
"Dr. Brennan. She wrote a book."
"Oh I think that's somewhere in our house. I remember packing it."
"Yea, there was this huge joke from her latest one. Pg. 187 or something…"
"What was so special about it?"
"Well, there was um."
"I don't really know how to translate this um."
"It was probably the most amazing sex scene ever."
She paused in her walking for a second; she started again shaking her head, a small smile on her lips. "So you have plenty of other books to compare that one scene to make it officially the 'Most Amazing Sex Scene Ever.'"
"Well, no its reenacting the scene, that makes it amazing."
"Oh, Wow." She chuckled. That was a little TMI.
"Shit, now I sound like a pervert."
"A little, wait who did you reenact this scene with?" With the light of the street lamps and the stores neon signs Lance could see her eyebrow raised high.
"With my fiancée."
"You're engaged. Wow, flirting with me and your getting married." She laughed again, there had not been any mention or evidence that Lance was going to be hitched any time soon.
"No at the time I was." Now it was his turn to look away.
"Oh, sorry. Um, what happened?"
"She left to go work with Dr. Brennan on this huge Anthropological Discovery in some random and far away destination in Asia or somewhere."
"Oh. That's how DEW got the job. Was it mutual or?"
"Well I didn't want to go with her."
"Understandable. What were you going to do there? Profile the natives?"
"She wanted me to become a pearl diver." He snorted at the memory of her explaining their lives on the tiny island.
"Okay." She laughed. "How they hell did she come up with that one? Monster or something?"
"She researched it."
"I need to meet her."
"She's coming back with Dr. Brennan."
"She's coming back?"
"Yea."
"DEW is going to be out of a job."
"I don't know how Cam is going to work this out."
"She…" Cora stopped when the Chorus of "My Humps" started playing at the loudest volume ever. "Sorry." They stood at the corner, Lance looked back at were the diner would be while Cora dug in her purse. "Gotcha… Yah." Her face dropped a bit.
"Oh yea. I just got done with my shift,"
"Walking home as we speak," To prove the point Cora started to blindly take steps to her side, making her way up the side walk.
"No one is with me," Both Lance and she froze.
"Don't call me a hoe. No one is with me. Shut up! Okay just tell me when you think you're going to be home?"
"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow. Love you too. Go solve a murder. Night." Clicking the end button Cora dropped the phone back into the bag and looked over at Lance. "She really does stalk me sometimes." He laughed; she really was a bit over protective of Cora.
"So which way next?"
"Oh, over there."
"Sweet."
"Sweet?" her eyebrow raised at the term being used by the young doctor.
"I haven't left my teenage years behind me."
"Let me guess you were a…." she looked both ways before she jogged across the street, "a skater wannabe."
"Nope."
"Prep."
"I was metal head."
"Holy shit!" she gave a long look at Lance before her eyes traveled in a diagonal direction above his head, as if she could see the high school image of him floating there.
"Okay, the world is officially on crack."
"Crack?"
"Sorry. I sometimes make jokes like that."
"It's fine. I do that all the time."
"From what I heard it's usually when you're standing over a dead body."
"Yea." She giggled before turning to the door putting the key into the lock.
"Um. You're going to show me the most amazing sex scene ever, Lance, I'm very intrigued by that."
"Um your sister." She did understand that her overprotective sister did have a strong dislike for him.
"Did you decide while reading it that you were going to try it out, or after?"
"That is so not your business."
"You flirted with me and walked me home. I think we're at that stage."
A look passed over Lance's face, which seemed to be a mix of a blush and a proud smile.
"Page 187 right?"
"Yea."
"Come on." She walked up the stairs to the second story where there were two doors. Heading to the right one she got another key on her chain and opened the door. Inside Cora dumped her bag on a nearby chair and bee lined it to a bookcase where she thumbed through the spines.
Watching as she started to bend down to read the lower books Lance, more or less "checked" out his co workers sister. She balanced on the balls of her feet as she finally got to the last few shelves; flexing her calve muscles and letting her skirt crawl its way up her thighs. In an unconscious manner Cora tugged at the hem of her shirt, he had seen her do that a lot since he met her. Even if her shirt was no where near the riding up point she pulled it whenever she seemed a tiny bit anxious.
"Okay, page 187." She trailed off as her eyes scanned over the page, a small blush growing on her cheeks. After reading the two following pages she started again, her voice a few pitches higher, "I could see how that would pass as the most amazing sex scene ever." She laughed and self consciously Lance joined in.
"So this Dr. Brennan must be some pretty horny lady." Bending down more quickly, which pulled her skirt up more significantly, Cora returned the book to its spot and stood again.
"Oh, god Dr. Brennan didn't come up with that. Angela helped her."
"Oh… she seems like someone who would be able to pull that together."
"Well she and Hodgins are a bit pregnant."
"Oh, I didn't see that from the large stomach and massive amount of eating, did I?"
Lance rolled his eyes, though they returned to following Cora around the room who plopped herself down onto the couch. Kicking off her shoes she stretched.
"You're making sitting very awkward for me Dr. Sweets." He smiled and followed her path over to the couch.
"So welcome to the habitat of the such and such girls." Lance trailed his eyes around the loft like room, over from the living area to a computer desk, where a PC showed the star field screen saver. None of the décor really seemed to fit Cora, but he saw it perfect for Evie.
"I don't really like it to. My room is way cooler."
"Your room?" the statement seemed to knock the wind out of him
"Yea, what did you think I slept on? Some old newspapers on the kitchen floor?" she laughed at his shocked looked. "Want to see into the mysterious life of Cora?"
"Um."
"Don't worry she isn't going to be thinking that you're humping my leg in there. She told you about that." He mouthed a 'great' as Cora started to walk towards a door down the length of the room. Standing up after her Lance stepped over her shoes and joined Cora near the doorway into what he expected to be her room.
"Here we go." Opening the door she stumbled into a somewhat dark room, it was slightly lit from street lamps from outside, her hand fumbled along the wall for the light switch and around the room three lamps came on.
It was more cluttered than the main area and what Lanced guessed was Evie room. Evie may look crazy and rebellious but her office was organized and everything was always in place.
Cora had made her way over to an industrial like shelve system where she began to fumble with putting things away.
"Are you cleaning because I'm here."
"It's just some stuff that you don't need to see." Following her over, he saw her dumping things into a jewelry box. "Impressed with my design skills?" He smiled at the sarcasm and looked at her. "Evie let me have a mattress; it's a little bit comfier than newspaper on linoleum."
"I'll test that." Lance even though he was in suit flopped down like a teenage boy onto her bed. "A little bit." He twisted around before leaning back.
"Wow." Cora laughed at him, abandoning packing whatever away she walked over to the side of the bed an amused looking all across her features.
"What?" he pouted, pushing himself up.
"You really didn't want to leave your teenage-hood behind."
"Hey come on. Lighten up." He tugged on her hand, which made her topple slightly on top of him, one part of her not so solidly on the edge of the mattress and her torso being supported by Lance. After a second of shock from the rapid movement Lance pressed his lips to hers.
Still not really sure of what was going on Cora went along with the familiar action on moving her lips along with another counterpart's. Moments after the beginning of the kiss Lance took another step by deepening the kiss, sitting up more so that Cora was becoming the one leaning against the bed.
Moving her hands up from supporting her she allowed for Lance to hover above her, their lips still not separated. They traveled up to his neck pulling him down. Taking a breath he shrugged the suit jacket off and began to move one of his hands down the curve of Cora's torso. He played with the hem of the shirt and thought that he would receive no resistance to his next action; he gently pushed the bottom up.
Giving a gasp Cora, turned her head away and a hand rushed to Lance's chest pushing him up a bit. Knowing that rejection was going to come next he shot up and began to mutter "sorry" and "shouldn't have" over and over. Like many times before she pulled her shirt down, though this time Lance caught sight a few random pale lines.
"Sorry. It's been a while."
"Yea. I was moving to fast."
"No it was me. This was the most time we've spent together and I really rushed it." He saw her hand shaking slightly and he covered it.
"Um I should go."
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"What." He sputtered quickly.
"At the diner."
"Oh yea." He smiled.
Both of them adjusted themselves, Lance grabbing his jacket and Cora running her fingers through her hair stood, avoided each others eye contact. Moving in a rushed manner Lance walked to the door, Cora shuffling behind him. Opening it, he turned to look at Cora, finally making eye contact.
"Sorry."
"No. It really has been awhile, so…"
"I'll see you then."
"The diner."
"Like always." He smiled, before he stepped away Cora leaned up and gave an extended kiss to his check and what he thought was a genuine smile.
"Bye Lance."