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Holder watches Sarah Linden lean in close as she talks to Skinner and something deep in his stomach pulls. He knows this feeling well. He is jealous. His whole life Holder has been jealous of people for different things: money, cars, ease of education, having 2 parents. He has rarely, however, been jealous of another man over a woman. He ain't trying to make no big thing of it, but Stephen Holder has always been good with the hunnies. Even when he was a skrimpy little thing at 14, the ladies always wanted some of what he had. He was good with words and he was honest as hell and ain't no mama left his bed unsatisfied. And he knows he's got no right to be jealous right now. He has a banging hot hunny waiting for him at home. A smart chick, too smart for him, but she likes him and he likes her and things been real good between them. Yeah, Valentine's Day was a bit of a fuck up, but she genuinely didn't seems to care that he screwed the pooch and he liked that about her. But watching Linden talk to Skinner like they was about to hop into bed at any moment, that didn't sit right with him one bit.
Later he's at home and his lady is at work on some case he's forgotten entirely about. He throws his hoodie in the corner (he won't admit how good it feels to be out of that monkey suit and back in his threads), and his t-shirt quickly follows, along with his jeans. He lies in bed with just his boxers and socks on and falls asleep quicker than he has in year. Being on duty with Sarah Linden will make you more tired than you ever thought was possible, but he kind of loves that about their relationship. She makes him feel like he's worked for the truth every moment they're together, and his exhaustion is not bureaucratic, but one of an honest day's work.
For the first time in a long time he dreams. She comes in through his bedroom door in her ninja-eque way. She sits down on the edge of the bed, and the mattress tips just slightly to the weight of her. Her cool, smooth hand reaches forward and brushed his face to wake him up. His eyes flutter open and there she is in all of her beauty. "Shhhhhh," she whispers as his mouth opens to question her. Her hair is down and flowing around her bare shoulders. He sits up, realizing his is still bare-chested. Her eyes dip lower and her finger comes up to traces his tattoos. The feeling of the soft pads of her fingers just barely touching his skin sends electric shocks through his body, and he knows this will be an embarrassing situation if she doesn't plan on following through. He smiles despite himself and lets out a low groan as her hand descends outlining his abs and coming to rest just above the sheet. She won't let him talk so he questions her with his eyes. She speaks again softly, "I had this crazy idea I would run away from this life, and it didn't work. I could never fully get away from the work. From Seattle," a small pause as he eyes travel back up his body to meet his own, "From you." She's leaning forward now until her mouth is a breathe away, "I tried to rekindle things with Skinner. Didn't work. He's not you. And it turns out, I can't deny how much I want this anymore. But I will fuck this up. You know that. I know that. So I want you to make the final choice." She sits stock still for no more than 3 seconds before he is closing the gap between them and covering her mouth with his. God, she tastes good. Like nicotine and strawberry chapstick. His hands come up to cup her face, one trails back to dig into that soft, full hair and he moans again. Everything about her feels right. His hand on her face comes down her back aiming to settle on her waist. He stops when he realizes she is wearing a dress. He speaks for the first time, "Yo, Linden. You wearing a dress?" She blushes, "It was a fancy restaurant," then her tone drops an octave, "but I am ready to be rid of it." With shaky hands, Holder sits up straighter, turns her around and slowly unzips the dress. His large hands span the creamy skin of her back. He's pulling the offending garment down as he drops kisses on her shoulders and back. He's sitting back up to turn her around again-
"Stephen? You home?" The sound of his actual girlfriend jolts him awake, and he waits patiently to be found because he's too embarrassed to go find her. She slinks in and smiles and throws her clothes off in the pile on top of his. She climbs into bed smiling, her breasts brushing his chest, straddling his hips. Her hand trails down his body, and she smirks, "Someone is ready for me." He fucks his girlfriend that night thinking of thick, red hair and creamy white skin. And she moans in all the wrong tones.