A/N: Well hello! Thank you for being patient with me while I work through a busy time. I feel good about this Jamko moment here. :) As always, I appreciate you!


"I swear I didn't say anything, Jamie," Erin murmurs in a hushed voice where she stands beside him in the kitchen. At the island countertop, the two of them work together to pack away the leftovers .

Jamie glances up, way too aware of the family members coming in and out of the kitchen to clear plates. He just cuts her a look and figures anything he says gives him away in this house.

When she's sure it's just the two of them again, Erin continues. "You know they love to give you a hard time because you get so worked up about it."

"Yeah, I know," he mutters. "I make it too easy for Danny."

"You want to go out for a drink or something?" Erin asks. "Talk about it?"

He looks up at her as he secures a lid on a plastic container of mashed potatoes. "Maybe another time."

A quiet moment passes as she meets his eyeline and offers a soft nod. "Just… be careful," she advises. "You know?"

He takes the empty serving bowl to the sink and feels his brows draw together in confusion. "What is this, prom night?"

Shifting her weight to one hip, she rests a hand there. "I don't mean it like that. But… well, yeah, that too."

Jamie can't help but stifle a laugh. "Seriously, Erin?"

"I mean-" She leans closer and lowers her voice.

"I know what you mean," he cuts in. "My C.O., Sarge, everyone at the twelfth, Dad-"

"No, I mean be careful when it comes to the things that could get you killed," she warns. "Because your brain's a little preoccupied right now.

He swallows hard and just looks at her, gauging the intent shining there in her dark eyes.

"And so's her's," she finishes.

He would attempt to argue with her but knows that's futile considering he completely blanked on plans the day before that had been set for weeks. He simply responds with a slight nod and moves to take the containers he had packed away to the refrigerator.

When he returns, Erin pushes down the lid of another small container and slides it toward him. "That's for you."

Jamie shakes his head at the extra, generous slice of chocolate cheesecake. "No, I'm good."

"To take to her," she clarifies, then lifts her lashes to him as the corner of her mouth perks up. "Don't tell me you were going to go straight home tonight."

He exhales softly as a gradual smile skims Jamie's lips and he glances down at the dessert. All that had been on his mind all night was bolting out of Sunday dinner and finding himself at Eddie's apartment. They hadn't seen each other since the morning before when their little happy bubble of no consequences swiftly popped around them and they had no time to figure themselves out.

She brings her index finger to her lips, hiding a smile as she subtly sucks off the lingering chocolate there. Then before she turns away, she shoves his shoulder with her other hand. "You can thank me later."


After he knocks, a few beats pass as he waits in Eddie's hallway before the door swings open. The simple smile she offers him easily snips that weight that was tugging down his heart and now it was like it was attached to a damn helium balloon. She stands against the doorframe, temping in one of her soft v-neck t-shirts and a pair of jeans, her hair straight past her shoulders.

She tilts her head against the wood there. "We have an early tour tomorrow, Reagan."

From behind his back, he produces the clear container. "It's cheesecake."

She looks up at him and pushes herself out of the doorway, taking a step back. "Get in here."

"Chocolate cheesecake." He smirks as he approaches her.

With a soft gasp, her eyes light up as he comes closer and she tips her head back to look up at him. "Take your clothes off."

He laughs softly as he leans in, letting his face fall into the curve of her neck and he wraps her in a hug. There he lets out a muffled, weary groan against her skin.

He feels her hand go to the back of his neck where she strokes her fingertips and the sensation stills him into a near-trance.

"So how busted are we?" She wonders.

"You smell good," he murmurs there, dodging the question as he drags the tip of his nose just below her ear. Then he touches his lips there and can't help the satisfaction he feels when he hears the shaky breath she lets out.

Stretching her neck back for him, a sexy little laugh vibrates in her throat. "Oh, I see. You're being cute tonight."

"Am not."

"Don't start something you can't finish," she warns, urging him further into her apartment.

His kisses trail a path from the column of her throat to the edge of her jaw. "What, the cheesecake?"

"No, not the cheesecake."

"You don't want it?"

"Put it in the fridge. I'll want it later," she tells him. "Right now, I want you."

His brow furrows and he puffs out an exaggerated exhale. He looks at her, a playful flick of his eyebrows there before he turns into her kitchen, swings open the refrigerator door to set the cake inside and returns to her. He walks a purposeful lazy pace as he points to his chest. "You're choosing me over the cake?"

Stretching onto her toes, she drapes her arms around his neck as she presses herself against him. "Yeah, I'm choosing you over the cake."

"Fuuuuuuck," he groans as he slips his hands low around her waist and he tilts his forehead to hers. It makes her giggle.

"I know," she rasps with a groan. "I'm really screwed."

He moves his head as her fingers dig into his hair and make a mess of it. "Especially-" then she stops to let out a playful little squeal as the heat of his mouth finds the sensitive pulse in her neck. "When you kiss me right there."

"Here?" He mumbles just before his teeth lightly scrape the spot that he can feel reacting to his touch.

"Mm, no fair," she whines as she reaches down to grasp the buckle of his belt. "One of my weaknesses."

"You have a few. I've found."

Her nimble fingers thread his belt loose. "Oh yeah? What about you, huh?"

He scoffs as he eases back to look down at her. "I have no weaknesses."

"Ha!" She flashes him those glittering blue eyes and turns away. Then she pinches the center of his shirt and leads him to her couch. "You do realize-" she starts. "That you say something like that, and all I hear is a challenge?"

He follows her and a smirk surfaces across his face. But before he can offer a cocky response, a hot shock of excitement courses through his chest when Eddie pushes him down until the backs of his knees hit the couch and he drops to the cushions.

Letting out a little surprised groan, he gazes up at her. And that gaze easily falls as Eddie comes closer and she slides a knee on either side of his lap, straddling him there on the couch.

He's such a liar. Everything about her is his weakness. The way she looks at him makes his heart feel ten different things at once. She has an irresistible pull about her that he has no interest in backing out of now.

She offers a teasing smile as she slowly settles onto his lap. "You're Mister Self-Control, how could I forget?"

Helplessly, his hips lift to meet hers without meaning to, prompting her to reach down between their bodies and find where she left off at his undone belt. Looking at her, he tastes his lips. "I've abandoned that life."

A smile spreads on her face and she lets out a quiet laugh. "You should," she tells him, her fingers flicking open the button at his jeans as she leans into him. "This one's way more fun."

He hears his own desire for her in his breath when he exhales hard and moves his hand into her hair as he tips her mouth down to his.

He can rationalize nothing except how badly he wants her. It's something he can't shut off now. Before they tripped over that line and got tangled up in one another, he could hold onto that control. He could force himself to resist that desire to let go. And if their flame had dimmed over time, he could still resist.

But all it did was grow and now he was engulfed in a blaze of everything he'd been missing.


What began on the couch was reciprocated after some time on the floor of Eddie's living room. There was this sort of silent wish between them to prolong where they existed that Sunday night.

But Monday was inevitable.

And later as Jamie finds his t-shirt and pulls it on, followed by his Sunday dinner button-down, he glances over at Eddie as she slides into her jeans and runs a hand through her hair.

"Alright fine, so you found my weakness," Jamie teases, a smirk twitching his cheek as he looks down to slide his belt back in place.

She approaches, mirroring the smirk, and Jamie appreciates the way she looks coming toward him as she bends to pick up her t-shirt on the way. "Yes," she muses, "I'm very dangerous now."

As she comes closer and drapes her arms over his shoulders, his gaze lowers to her and he tells her, "Your mouth is very dangerous."

Hers drops open, feigning shock even though those words of his were downright chaste compared to the string of filthy ones he'd uttered just moments ago with his desperate hands in her hair, his head tipped back on her couch cushions.

"Yeah, so's yours," she murmurs. "And don't you dare get me all turned on again. It's Sunday night, Officer, and I've got laundry to fold and cheesecake to eat, so-"

"So what?" He laughs. "So get dressed and go, huh?"

She shoots him a teasing glare before she slips her shirt back on. "Are you complaining?"

"No," he exhales, scratching the back of his head. "We gotta call it a night."

She echoes a heavy sigh and looks up at him, resting hands on her hips. "So…"

"So."

She squints one eye in confusion. "So is this a thing?" Then she loosely gestures between the two of them.

Studying her a moment, he presses his lips together in thought. They could have chalked up one time to an easy mistake, a lapse in judgment. But this had certainly escalated and become more than just one time.

"It's whatever we want it to be," he answers.

"Well." Eddie tilts her head. "Maybe that was the case until your sister completely busted us. That was quite the reality check."

His throat bobs with a swallow and he blinks with the memory. "Yeah."

"Is your whole family onto us now?"

"I think they're onto me," he reasons. "But they're all over me no matter what I do."

A sympathetic smile slants along her lips and she reaches out to softly grasp the open edge of his shirt. "Well then how's this for a plan? Tomorrow. We go to work. We solve all of the city's problems, like we do everyday. And we do our jobs." She finishes with an easy shrug. "Doesn't have to be complicated."

The way she lifts her lashes at him, and how her smile always shines in her eyes unwinds those nerves that were starting to tighten in his stomach.

He nods. "I'd say we can do that."

"I mean, I'm not gonna climb on top of you in the car or anything."

He breathes out a laugh and with a shake of his head, comes closer. Rolling his eyes, he slings an arm around her neck and they make their way to her door. "Gotta have boundaries," he says.

She giggles and leans against him. "Yes, exactly."

His palm skates along her upper back before he goes to pull open her door. "So I'll see you in the morning."

"Yeah."

He glances back at her, his lips pressed together for a thoughtful pause and the memory of her is there. It lingers inside his senses. It calms him and excites him at the same time.

"Thanks for the cake," she adds, a happy little rasp to her voice, as she props herself against the open door.

He has to laugh and glance away. Then with an arched eyebrow, he turns to her once more and they exchange one of their allusive looks.

He leaves her with a gentle smile before he turns out of the doorway and tells her, "'Night, partner."