Savannah sighed as she held her prosthetic leg. "Well, it didn't start the way I wanted, but this went relatively well."

Eliot was sitting on the bed next to her, still sort of processing. He shrugged. "I'm glad you think so. I am sorry for kind of freaking out."

She shook her head. "It was a justified freak out."

"Do Sophie, Nate, or Hardison know?"

"Hardison probably knows now. Even when I've done wardrobe stuff with Sophie, I wore tights. She doesn't hide her reactions with me as well as she think she does. I would know if she knew. Nate could have picked up on it, but he's never said anything, so I really don't know. I don't think so."

He jumped like he had a sudden thought. "Why didn't I see it that night at that nightclub when you were wearing..."

She blushed. "Next to nothing? Underwear? It was dark. There were strobe lights. You were mad at me. There are plenty of reasons. I was a little too drunk to care. The next morning I was definitely glad it hadn't come up."

He put his hands together and asked her, "Well, does this mean you're going to stop acting like I'm an enemy spy trying to blow your cover?"

"No."

He smiled, thinking it was a joke, but her face told him she was serious. There were other things she wasn't telling him. "Oh."

She put her hand on his thigh. "What about you? Anything you'd like to share?"

"No," he said quickly. The hypocrisy burned his lips. She sighed. "Not...not yet," he clarified.

A satisfied but tired smiled crawled across her lips. She rubbed his thigh. "I understand not being ready. I'm more than willing to wait." He leaned in and touched his lips to hers as a silent thank you. "So you think I'm sexy when I talk about dispatching retrieval specialists?"

He nipped at her bottom lip. "Of course I think you're sexy...and not just when you're talking about dispatching retrieval specialists."

She ran her fingers up his chest. "And you still think I'm sexy with one leg?"

His slid his hands over her breasts. "That depends. If I do, does it mean we're doing away with the above-the-waist rule?" he snickered.

Her hand closed over his wrist. He looked up and saw the concern in her eyes. He pressed his forehead against hers. "Savannah, I was joking. Well, kind of. But if you lie back let me hang out below the waist, I can show you how sexy I think you and your leg are."

She stroked his hair. "I still don't wanna have sex. I was serious when I said that."

"I know," he assured her.

"So the new rule is that underwear stays on."

He put his hands around her back and laid her down. "I like this new rule. Plus, you haven't had pants on this entire time, and it has been kind of distracting."

"Well, thank you for focusing despite my lack of pants," she murmured.

She sighed as he stroked both her thighs. He nibbled a pink line down her right thigh. Her breath shuddered, and she squirmed. He leaned forward and looked at her face. "Is this okay?"

She closed her eyes. "Yeah. It's just strange, new. I've never done this before."

"But you like it?" He ran his fingers through her hair.

She snickered. "I definitely don't hate it."

"I'll take it."

"Mmm, come here." She took his head in her hands and brought her face to his. Her tongue slipped under his, and she sucked his into her mouth. He moaned and started squeezing at her breasts. He felt her hands slide down his arms, and then she was unbuttoning his shirt so he shrugged it off and tossed it aside. He tried to ignore his crotch rubbing against hers. To alleviate it, he shifted down and lifted her shirt, giving himself just enough room to tongue her navel. "That feels amazing," she whispered.

Suddenly, her fingers were tugging at the shoulders of his undershirt. He locked up and rolled off of her. He found himself needing to catch his breath. She stared at him, deeply concerned. "You-you know what? I think we should go back to the original rule. Or...or we change it to just keeping clothes on. The temptation is getting to me, and I don't want to push you."

She sat up and glared at him. Her eyes were getting glassy. "I knew it. You don't find me attractive anymore because of my leg."

He snatched up his shirt. "Honey, that is not what this is. I can promise you. If you want some proof, I'd love to direct you to the north side of my legs."

She glanced toward his waist. It was clear she noticed the bulge in his pants. She blocked her eyes with her hand and rapidly turned away as her cheeks turned bright red. "Oh wow. Okay. I believe you. I'm sorry I got upset."

"It's okay."

"Can you come here, please? I'm not trying to push, I just..."

"You don't have to explain. I would love it if you put pants on though." She nodded and grabbed her prosthetic starting to attach it. "Oh, you don't have to-"

She shook her head. "Trying to deal with pants without it isn't worth it. Plus, it's designed to be really comfortable. I mean, I actually like my leg."

He gave a nod of understanding as she pulled on the leg and then her pants. He laid down on the bed with her, and she snuggled into him.

"Eliot?" Savannah's groggy, concerned voice came from the bedroom.

"I'll be there in a minute, honey," Eliot called from the kitchen. He finished plating and brought his goods into the bedroom. "I was hoping to slip back in before you woke up."

"Yeah, I'm sorry I fell asleep on you. That was new."

He eased himself onto the bed with his spread. "Nah, I thought it was cute. And honey, you actually nap quite a bit. You fall asleep in the truck all the time. I mean, it's nothing to be ashamed of; it's not like you get a lot of sleep to start."

"Pot kettle, Mr. Ninety Minutes."

He scoffed, "Well, I-"

"Just tell me what you brought me, Emeril."

He sucked his teeth and set the tray between them. "Cinnamon apple crepes, chocolate dipped strawberries, and a few cheeses. I also mixed up a batch of mimosas."

"You even cut the tops off the strawberries because you know they annoy me. Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Spencer?" she hummed.

He placed a strawberry between his teeth and waggled his eyebrows at her. When she stopped laughing, she went to take a bite. Of course, it turned into a chocolate-strawberry kiss, and it was delicious.