AN: What's the meaning of this people? No reviews for the last part of "I'll never let you walk alone"?
I'm holding the next part hostage until I get at least 2 reviews.
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She sighed and buried her face in her hands. "Okay, I admit, I'm feeling slightly possessive of you because of what you did for me yesterday. Happy now?"
"Only slightly?" he smirked, obviously quite enjoying himself.
"Watch it, sir." she stressed, reminding him of the fact that he was her superior officer and was close to the line.
"Ouch." he winced at her reminder, putting a hand to his chest, as if shot in the heart.
Still, Loren felt she needed to explain and not let him think she was falling for him or something like that. She was definitely not. Even the idea was stupid. "The only reason why I'm feeling slightly possessive is because of the attention and care you've showed towards me yesterday. It's been a long time since I've been on the receiving end of it. Usually the men I am involved with are interested in one thing only." She shut up then, wondering why she was comparing him to her former boyfriends and why she was talking about sex to him.
"Oh, ok." Harm said placated and, to his surprise, a little disappointed.
She decided to take the chance that had just been offered to her to ask of him something she wanted. "Speaking of yesterday... could it be possible for us to repeat it tonight?"
Surprise showed clearly on his face, but was quickly covered up. "What, you mean all those tense and uncomfortable talks or us babbling like idiots?" he asked sarcastically.
"No." she said snippily, suddenly angry at him for belittling their 'moments' and the 'connection' that had been established beween them during those minutes.
Her eyes softened then. "No, I mean the time when you made the pain go away with your care. The moments when you were such a sweet man that I almost hugged you."
Harm's increasingly worried expression clued her in on what she was saying.
"Damn, those sappy hormones again." she murmured, covertly wiping her eyes of the unwanted moisture. "Why did I have to be born with sappy hormones, why couldn't I have been given bitchy ones instead?"
The silence reminded her that she was actually in company and that the company was strangely quiet.
She peeked at him between her fingers, noting the look of terror on Harm's face. He looked as if he thought she had either lost her mind or was planning on jumping his bones right there and then. Either way, he was clearly terrified of his presumed fate.
"Could you please forget everything that I've just said?" she pleaded.
Harm nodded slowly. "Okaaay. No problem."
"Thanks." she mumbled.
"Sooo..." he trailed off.
"Sooo..." she repeated, not knowing what to say.
"So, you're possessive of me."
Loren groaned.
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He just wouldn't let it go.
"Yes, I AM possessive of you!! Are you happy now!?" she errupted loudly, stading up in her frustration, her frustration over herself, her hormones and him finally being too much.
The commisary suddenly fell silent and everyone was looking at them. More specifically, at her.
Loren blanched in mortification, realizing only too late what she'd just done.
She sank back into her seat and was praying for the ground to open up and swallow her.
Harm was looking at her in shock, eyes almost popping out of their sockets, mouth agape, not believing that she had actually yelled those words.
Loren groaned and covered her face with her hands.
She quickly peeked through her fingers and was immensely relieved and thankful to discover that none of the people still there were in any way related to their case.
That was all she'd need, for the suspects to hear her professing her possessivness over her partner!
Slowly Harm's face morphed and she was angry to discover that a smirk was slowly forming on his lips. She had the almost irresistable urge to slap it off this face!
Then she would claim hormonal imbalance and temporary insanity as the reasons. Hormones had been used as a successful defence in the past, several times already, so she could make it work...
But would the momentary satisfaction of having slapped him be worth it having one extremely pissed off superior officer (with whom she would have to be stuck with for a few days longer), a full office of your co-workers and, finally, your CO mad at you for a few years and being given the most menial cases?
'Well, if I was married to him and pregnant then I could get away with it, blaming it all on the pregnancy, others would understand and he would forgive me cause he'd be in love with me...'
She froze then.
'Shit! What the hell am I thinking again? It's these damn hormones that make me think things like that. It's got to be them! I don't think about something like that usually, so it's not my fault!' she reasoned with herself, satisfied that she was able to rationalize her comment. Not for long though...
"What's not your fault?" Harm's amused voice broke through her thoughts.
"Shut up!" she snapped and Harm immediately recognized the signals that he pushed a little too much, so he obeyed and changed the subject.
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