Author's note: Rated M-ish. You'll see why.
Peaches
It was a week until Caitlin saw Mick at the farmer's market again, but not since she last saw him. Their date? With the bologna sauce and some homemade pasta, a strawberry pie for desert? At her apartment? Very successful.
Like, very successful.
She still has the marks all over her inner thighs to tell the story.
(the memory of how he told her that night 'I don't do gentle, Doc', and then blew her mind still makes her a little weak on her knees) (she still can't believe how turned on she sounded when she replied 'I don't want you to') (is that insane?)
Truth is, Caitlin saw Mick the previous morning, when she, once again, woke up late for work. Exhausted. Drooling on his chest. She kind of felt amazing for a total of 14 seconds, until she realized what time it was, and had to run to get ready and go. He had hardly moved, but managed to trap her in bed again for precious five minutes, kissing the breath out of her.
Note to self: Mick Rory's mouth was very, verytalented.
And that was the thought that crossed her mind when she spotted him between the peaches and the grapes. From a fair distance, Caitlin watched Mick pick a couple of peaches and smell each of them. He said something to the farmer, who nodded, and then he chose the peach in his right hand to give it a bite.
She started to lose it with the first bite, watching his lips go around the fruit, how they seemed to know how to savory it, but then the juice slid down his chin and his hand, and he gave the fruit another bite that reminded her that he sort of knew how to do gentle ('sort of' being an euphemism, because he really knew; he knew very well), and when he licked the juice from his hand…
"Did you drive here?" Caitlin asked behind him. She didn't even know when she moved, nor how fast she got there, and he spun around, eyebrows slightly up with her words, though he smirked when he saw her.
"I did," he answered.
And if they got a warning for 'not being very respectful at the market's parking lot in the middle of the morning', well…
You can blame it on the damn peach.