Disclaimer: Insert Standard disclaimer here because I'm too lazy to type it

Angelbach: Jameson isn't really a dick well okay maybe a little but hey everyone can be a dick now and again. Heck no chocolate does not just belong to the women. LOL It's what I bought my husband for Valentines Day.
Nertooold54: Yep, but it is so much better when they like the undergarments too. ;-)
Doc206: The only time I don't is if FFN won't let me or I have something serious going on. But even then I'll usually give ya two to make up for it =D
Silver Maker: LOL Yes, mmm Legates in a suit very drool worthy. And believe it or not they do make bacon/chocolate truffles (link on my blog).
1956JohnDeere50: Ha! That's what my husband said. There's more cheesecake in future chapters. I'll make sure that you know which ones so you can be ready ;-P
ArielBrennan: It took me to come up with the perfect first date for them. Then I said, screw it and went sort of traditional. Their next few dates aren't so traditional *snicker*
Guinnesshero: We've had this discussion before. Technically our first date was at Pennsic. If you don't count the night we went out drinking then the next day when we went shopping =P

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Chapter 28 - Look It's Snowing

Legates sat on his bed with a book open in his lap. He'd decided to pick up one of the Spanish classes offered by the Army. He smiled as he thought about the last week. It'd been good for several reasons. Jefferson, his friend who had been taking care of his car while Legates was in Afghanistan had returned from his two month TDY. The first thing Jefferson had done was return Legates' car.

Another good thing about the past week had been Michelle going out with him on Wednesday. He told her that night that he'd call her and on Thursday he did. They talked briefly about going out this weekend but nothing was firm. He glanced at the night table when his phone vibrated and rang. Legates answered his phone on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Josh," Michelle's voice flowed through the line like honey.

"Is that Josh? Hey Josh, I'd really like to meet a real life Greek God you know," Tanya's voice called out.

Legates snorted and turned his attention back to Michelle. He heard a click and realized she'd left the room she had been in.

"I was wondering if you'd like to meet up tonight. If you're not busy that is," Michelle's voice asked shyly. He silently chuckled, she wasn't normally shy but sometimes just sometimes she was and it was cute.

"Well let's see what I have on the schedule. Ignoring Techie, that can be rescheduled. Watching TV, that's all reruns. Masturbating, well if I go out tonight then I'll have good material to visualize. So yeah it looks like I'm free. Do you want me to pick you up?" He asked, pausing to wait for an answer.

"Did you just seriously tell me you scheduled yourself to masturbate?" She asked her voice choked with laughter.

"Yep," he said cheerfully. She started laughing and slid to the floor.

"Huh, I guess I shouldn't interrupt those plans," she told him a serious tone. Dismay crossed his features, was she serious?

"I was kidding, Michelle," he protested. She started giggling and shook her head.

"Too easy," she teased.

"I'll show you easy. Do you want me to pick you up?" He repeated his earlier question.

"Nahh we'll meet you there," she told him.

"Who is we?" He asked his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Tanya," Michelle told him.

"Where are we meeting?" He asked looking around wondering if he had any clean clothes.

"Ozio up in the rooftop terrace," she told him.

"Uh huh why do I get the feeling I'm going to need a button up shirt?" He said scowling at the thought of having to put on dressy clothes.

"Button up shirt and jeans is fine," she said. He huffed out a breath and started digging through his closet.

"Pain in my ass," he muttered.

"Well you can always stay home and spank your monkey," she offered sweetly. He burst out laughing at her comment.

"Or you could come and I wouldn't have to," he offered in return.

"Hmmm you'd have to come out with me again and see where it goes," she told him huskily.

"When should I be there?" He asked her with a smile.

"We have to stop and get Tanya's date and she still wants to change so an hour," she told him.

"Okay, I'll meet you there,"he told her.

"I'll see you in an hour," she said before hanging up.

He hung up and rubbed his hand across his stubble. Sighing, he pulled a green long sleeve button up shirt. Walking to his dresser he pulled out a pair of black jeans. Dropping them on his bed, he grabbed his shower supplies and walked to the shower. After showering, he shaved, lightly splashed on cologne and walked into the room with a towel around his waist.

He dug in his top drawer and pulled out underwear and socks. He walked behind the bookcases that separated his bed from Techie's. Dropping his towel, he started pulling on his clothes. He heard Techie open the door.

"Woohoo someone smells purty. You going out, sweetheart?" Techie asked his voice full of laughter.

"Yep, going to Ozio," Legates answered, buttoning his shirt and tucking it in.

"Michelle coming back with you?" Techie asked, trying to figure out if he was going to need somewhere else to sleep.

"Possibly," Legates answered noncomitally.

"Music and I'll bunk with Perkins," Techie said.

"Yep," Legates said, putting his wallet in his back pocket. Looking around, he found his keys and picked them up. Grabbing his leather jacket, he shrugged into it.

"Later," Legates said, leaving the room. He walked down the hall then down the stairs.

"Where you going, Legates?" Romero asked from the lounge. Stopping in the door, Legates looked over at his suite mate.

"Out," he answered.

"You meeting a girl?" Romero teased Legates.

"Yes," Legates said gruffly.

"Oooo what's her name?" Romero asked still teasing him.

"Are you meeting Michelle?" Davis called from the other corner of the room. Legates shot him a 'shut the hell up look'.

"Yes, I'm meeting Michelle," he said.

"Me and Jones will be gone by the time you get back," Romero told him.

"Good to know. How long?" Legates asked hoping for a long period.

"Three days this time," Romero said.

Legates nodded then left the doorway and went outside. Walking to his car, he got in and pulled into the evening traffic. It took him almost forty minutes to reach the Ozio. Growling because he was late, he parked and got out. Walking to the door, he reached his hand out and froze.

"Josh," Michelle called.

Turning to his left, he faced the side her voice had come from. She walked with two other people. He stepped away from the door to wait for them. They paused next to him and he smiled down at Michelle.

"Holy shit he's a giant," the guy with them whispered. Legates looked over at the guy and narrowed his eyes.

"Josh, this is Mike and Tanya. Guys, this is Josh," Michelle said, introducing them.

Josh put his hand out to Mike who took his hand. The poor guy's eyes were as large as saucers. Josh saw Tanya lean over and whisper to Michelle. He heard the world lady parts and bit back a laugh. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth. Michelle looked up at him with a twinkle in her eye. She saw him trying not to laugh and smacked his arm playfully.

"Come on, let's go in," Tanya said.

They entered the club and went up the stairs to the top. At the top of the stairs the room opened into a glass walled lounge. The entire area was covered by glass, there were couches spread around the room and a fireplace against the building wall. The fire in the fireplace crackled merrily.

Legates followed the others to a set of couches near the fireplace. Michelle gestured for him to take a seat. He pulled off his jacket, draped it across the back of the couch and sat down on the couch closest to the fireplace but in the seat furthest from the fire.

Michelle pulled off her jacket and his eyes started to glow at the sight of the blood red cable knit sweater. It had a square neckline with four buttons that stopped just below her bust where it cinched in at the waist and draped over her hips. The black jeans clung to her legs and hips ending at a pair of Clark's Media Blitz boots.

She placed the jacket on the back of the couch and sat down next to him. Tanya noticed that Legates had taken the seat closest to the fireplace. He must know something about Michelle since she was always cold. Soft music drifted around the lounge. A few other couples were seated but the place was mostly empty. Michelle laughed as she caught him scoping the place out.

"They're calling for snow tonight and we wanted to see it from a good spot," Michelle said, gesturing to the windows. He shook his head and leaned back.

"We're glad you could clear your schedule to join us," Tanya said with a smile.

"Yeah, he had to clear out ignoring Techie, watching TV and-" Michelle's last bit was completely muffled by Legates hand. Michelle's eyes were full of laughter as she looked at him.

"You are as bad as Dr. Brennan," Legates fussed.

"I was going to say various activities," Michelle said, after pulling his hand down.

Mike and Tanya were staring at the pair as if they'd lost their minds. A waitress came around and brought a set of menus.

"Can I get you guys something to drink? We have a nice warm selection of drinks for the snow tonight," she said smiling brightly.

Legates skimmed the list and picked the one that seemed the least girlie. He looked over at Michelle, she looked back at him in question. The waitress looked at them in question. He gestured for Michelle to order first.

"I'll take a Midnight Snowstorm," Michelle said.

"ID please," she requested.

Michelle groaned and dug in the pocket of her jacket. She dug through her wallet, pulled out her ID and handed it to the waitress. The waitress took the ID and checked the date. Smiling she handed it back.

"I'll take a hot apple pie,' he told her. She looked at him and he raised one eyebrow.

"ID please," she said, smirking.

Michelle burst into laughter and smacked him on the thigh. He sighed and stood up. The waitress' eyes followed his frame as it unfolded from the couch. Her eyes glittered in appreciation. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out his ID. He handed it to her, she checked and handed it back.

"Thank you Michael. I have to admit I've never seen a Georgian license before," she said, smiling at him.

He scowled when she called him Michael, making Michelle giggle. He sat back down and shoved his wallet in his jacket pocket.

"I'll take a French kiss and she would like a hot peppermint patty," Mike ordered. The waitress ID them then told them she'd be back for their food orders.

"Are you even hungry?" Michelle asked, looking at Legates. He laughed and looked at her like she was nuts.

"Yeah we missed dinner and hadn't had a chance to order before you called so I'm starving," he told her with a smile.

"Now why did you miss dinner?" Tanya asked in a overly dramatic motherly manner. Legates looked at her and grinned.

"We were practicing our night deployment jumps," he told her.

"Jumps as in you jumped out of a plane?" Tanya asked excitedly.

"Yes," he replied.

He picked up a menu and scanned the contents. He sat with his elbows on his knees, leaned forward reading the menu. He felt Michelle move up near his shoulder so she could see the menu too. He could feel her breasts pressed against his back and arm as she looked over his shoulder.

"You want an appetizer, sweetheart?" He asked her, looking over his shoulder. Mike made a blecchh noise at Legates' endearment.

"Anything as long as it doesn't have fish," she said.

"You don't like fish?" Legates asked her with a frown.

"I'm allergic to fish," she told him.

He nodded and turned back to the appetizers. He settled on mozzarella sticks they should be safe. His mouth spread into a smile when he saw a 10oz New York Strip steak sandwich. He looked at Michelle to see if she found something she wanted.

"Chicken sandwich," she told him. Her pursed his lips but nodded.

"Don't start with that you don't eat enough to keep a bird alive crap. You have no idea how many hours I'm going to have to put in the gym to be able to wear these jeans at the beginning of the new year," she pouted at him. He laughed and rolled his eyes.

"She's not kidding. She'll be in the gym forever this winter," Tanya chuffed.

"Well, I'll have to see if I can find a better form of burning calories," he said, shooting Michelle a wink that Tanya missed.

"Such as?" Tanya said in interest.

Legates leaned back on the couch and looked at the ceiling while he tried to think of an appropriate answer. He had forgotten that the ceiling was glass and stared at the sky for a moment. The grin on his face couldn't be hidden and he had no idea what to say.

"I could always take her out to play paintball with the guys," he said thoughtfully.

"Now that's not fair," Michelle whined.

"Aww are you scared you'll lose," Mike teased.

"Oh I know I'll lose. You can't play paintball with a bunch of Sniper trained Army Rangers and win," Michelle said, pouting.

Mike choked on the drink that the waitress had just set in front of him. He became a little pale and Tanya looked at him like he had three heads. The waitress interrupted their conversation briefly to take their orders then walked away to leave them to their conversation.

"You shoot people for a living?" Mike asked after finally catching his breath.

"Mike," Tanya hissed, smacking him on the arm.

"That is one thing I am trained in," Legates replied not looking up at Mike.

"What kind of stuff are you trained in? I mean I saw some stuff on the Army website but nothing that looked really interesting," Mike said, leaning forward eagerly.

Legates let out a soft sigh, he felt Michelle's hand land on his bicep and squeeze. At least he wasn't asking what it was like to shoot somebody.

"I know he's trained to drive big vehicles," Michelle said with a laugh.

"How big? Can you drive a tank?" Mike asked getting slightly excited. Legates shook his head and tried not to laugh.

"Can I? Yes. Am I allowed to? No," Legates said with a grin.

"What about those big ass slow moving trucks? I almost hit one in town a few weeks ago," Mike said. Legates and Michelle turned equally evil glares on him.

"I was driving one of those and she was riding in one," Legates almost growled. Mike sat back and looked at them apologetically.

"It wasn't on purpose," he said. Legates took a sip of his drink then cupped it in his hands.

"Speaking of driving things, how did you get here tonight?" Michelle asked him, taking a sip of her own drink.

"I drove," he replied.

"Alright, smartass. What did you drive?" Michelle asked, gently elbowing him. Tanya laughed at Legates smart ass remark.

"My car," he told her.

"Huh, didn't know you had a car," she mused, her eyes narrowing. Legates shifted uncomfortably.

"When they decided to send us to Afghanistan, they based us at Fort Myers. I had my vehicles moved up here," he told her. Michelle choked a little on her drink.

"Vehicles? Plural?" She asked, looking at him in wide eyed astonishment.

"That's what the 's' on the end of the word means. More than one," he said, grinning at her.

"Hmm and what kind of car do you drive?" She asked curious to know what kind of car he could fit into.

"A '69 Mustang," he muttered.

"Ohh tell me it has a hemi? Please?" Tanya said, drooling at the thought of a muscle car.

"It does," he said smirking.

"Why the hell would you care if it had a hemi?" Mike asked, looking at Tanya as if she was a freak.

"Because that engine can make a girl's..." she trailed off not know exactly how to say it.

"Lady parts tingle?" Legates asked, his smile hidden in his drink.

Tanya shrieked in laughter and Michelle curled up and buried her head behind Legates' back.

"Excuse me?" Mike said in bewilderment. Legates looked at him and frowned.

"The hemi puts out a very nice rumble that can be felt from a few feet away when idling," Legates offered. Mike stared at him blankly.

"It vibrates, Mike," Michelle finally supplied bluntly. Mike's face still looked blank. Legates leaned over to Michelle's ear.

"Did you date guys like him? Because I could see why you did what you did if that is the case," he muttered quietly.

Michelle snickered and gave a half nod of affirmation. Legates turned a pitying look to Tanya as Mike sat pondering their conversation. The waitress arrived a few moments later with a platter of mozzarella sticks and a plate of mixed appetizers for the other two.

Michelle reached under Legates arm and filched a stick from the plate. He swatted playfully at her hand and she waved her stick at him in a teasing manner. He leaned over and bit it in half.

"Hey, that's not fair," she whined.

He laughed and offered her another. She took it from his fingers and took a bite. Legates' eyes constantly shot around the room watching everything going on. Michelle shook her head and filched another one.

"If you're planning on eating any of those you'd better eat and stop looking around," Tanya told Legates with a smile.

He looked down at the plate and snagged a stick. Michelle put her hand over his mouth before he could take a bite. He turned to face her with a questioning look.

"Heh, you have to pay for it first," she said, a twinkle in her eye.

His muffled question couldn't be understood from behind her hand. She lifted her hand so he could speak.

"Same as the payment I had to make for my pillow?" He asked her with a grin.

"Yep," she said. He leaned over and kissed her quickly.

"Oh, girl, you are so spilling on that one. You didn't tell me shit about that," Tanya squealed. Legates laughed at the look that crossed Michelle's face.

"Busted," he teased Michelle.

"Ahhhh vibrations," Mike snickered. Everyone else paused and stopped to stare at him.

"So, you jump from airplanes," Tanya commented, looking at Legates.

"Ahh yeah it's a requirement of being a Ranger. You have to be able to deploy to remote locations," he said casually.

"How remote?" She asked casually digging.

"Well, they've dropped us in the southern Alps, Botswana, and Romania," he said, after swallowing his cheese stick.

"Oh Romania did you run into any evil gypsies?" Mike asked, wiggling his fingers like he was casting a spell.

"The Romani are an interesting people steeped in tradition and beliefs. As with any culture their beliefs should be respected," Legates said evenly. Mike sat back and looked at Legates with a frown.

"So if you've done all this traveling you must speak a lot of languages," Michelle said, looking at him. He cocked his head and nodded.

"Never really thought about it but yeah I do. Whenever they plan on dropping us somewhere we take a crash course and become fluent quickly. Course the fact that most languages are either Teutonic or Romance based helps but some aren't," he said.

"So how many?" Tanya asked biting into her stuffed shrimp.

"Base languages or dialects counted separately?" Legates questioned, looking at Tanya. Tanya swallowed and her eyes got wide.

"Base should be good," she answered.

"Four not counting English. But I speak several dialects of some of those," he told her. Tanya fish mouthed and Michelle grinned.

"You suck," Tanya said, sticking her tongue out at Michelle. Mike looked askance at Tanya.

"Occasionally," Michelle murmured.

Legates choked on his drink and immediately felt the burn of the alcohol in his sinuses. Leaning his head back, he let the liquid drain down the back of his throat and the tears seep from the corners of his eyes. When he got better control of his body he sat up, wiped the corners of his eyes and started chuckling.

"Warn a guy wouldja," he saw, his vowels being drawn out and his voice smooth.

Michelle smirked and took a sip of her drink. She snuggled up closer to him and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Michelle quietly started humming with the music in the background her eyes drifting to the windows.

"Michelle," Mike snapped. Michelle's eyes drifted to him and narrowed. Legates tensed at the young man's tone of voice.

"What?" She snapped back.

"Stop humming. You've been driving me nuts with that shit all night," Mike said, glaring. Michelle felt the muscles in Legates arms bunch behind her.

"I like music and sing or hum quite often, if you don't like it feel free to not be around me," she said calmly.

Tanya winced she knew that tone. She saw Legates grimace from the corner of her eye. Apparently, he knew that tone as well.

"Quit being a prick, Mike," Tanya snapped.

Mike shot her a scowl. This date was not going the way he planned. It was supposed to be him and two girls not him pitting against some kind of superhuman man from the Army. Legates looked up and paused. He nudged Michelle and pointed up. She looked up and saw soft white flakes swirling down around the glass windows. She let a smile cross her face as she stared up at the snow. Legates watched her face as the light from the fireplace flickered across her skin. Her skin glowed as if it was dusted with bronze powder.

"So beautiful," she said.

"Yeah," he agreed, still looking at her. Tanya smirked at him then turned her eyes up to the snow drifting down.

"So, Tyrell was asking about you," Mike said, looking at Michelle.

"Good for him," she said automatically.

"So there's no interest there?" He casually asked.

Legates glared at Mike. Mike sat back and realized he just overstepped his bounds.

"None what so ever,"Michelle said, flatly.

The waitress arrived carrying their food. She set it down on the coffee table between the couches. Legates picked up the steak knife and cut his sandwich into quarters.

"What's wrong big man the sandwich too big?" Mike asked, silently laughing at Legates.

"No, my mama just taught me good manners," Legates replied, picking up a quarter of his sandwich.

Not even looking at Mike he proceeded to eat. Mike shook his head and began to eat. After he was done, he was bailing on this date. He knew he wasn't getting anywhere with Tanya. He'd brought up Tyrell and insulted her friend. Obviously not the best way to get into a girl's pants. Legates sat back after finishing half his sandwich. He wasn't full but he wasn't going to eat like a pig either.

"So are you like a Top Gun thing?" Mike asked pointing to Legates. Legates ran his down his face.

"First of all I'm in the Army not the Navy. Second of all I am way better looking than Tom Cruise," Legates said. Tanya's laughter burbled out of her throat as she laughed at Legates answer.

"An Officer and A Gentleman then," Mike said, obviously just pulling military movies from memory.

"No that was a Marine and Naval officer," Legates said. Mike paused thoughtfully and Legates let out a grunt.

"Try Black Hawk Down," he told Mike.

"Oh...ooohhh...okay," Mike said, finally getting it. Mike's phone buzzed in his pocket, he pulled it out and looked at it.

"Excuse me I have to take this," he said, standing up and walking away. Legates looked at his watch and mentally calculated.

"He's-"

"bailing," Michelle and Tanya finished for him. He looked between the two with a grin.

"And here we men thought we were being smart," Legates said, chuckling.

"Not hardly. We've been ditched enough to know," Michelle said her brow puckered.

"Ouch, stupid guys. His loss," Legates lamented. Mike walked back and stood next to the couch he'd been sitting on.

"I'm sorry, Tanya, but I have to go get my roommate. He's blasted and making a nuisance of himself at his ex-girlfriend's house," Mike said, trying to sound sorry.

"That's fine go ahead. I'll take the Metro home," she said, waving her hand. Legates frowned and shook his head.

"I'll drive you home," he said.

"Thank you," Tanya said, nodding at him.

"I'll call you later," Mike said before grabbing his jacket and high tailing it. Tanya rolled her eyes and let out a sigh.

"He could have at least paid for his own damn dinner," she muttered with a scowl.

"What now?" Tanya asked looking around.

"Now we sit here, prop our feet on the coffee table, slouch down on the couch and watch it snow," Legates said.

Michelle scooted over close to Legates and patted the seat next to her. Tanya stood up and flopped down on the couch. The three of them slouched on the couch and stared at the snow swirling around the windows. Michelle reached out and grabbed Legates' hand. He wove his fingers through hers and brushed his thumb across her knuckles. The waitress walked over to them and paused to smile. She liked customers like these. They really got the terrace here.

"Can I get you guys anything else?" She asked them with a smile.

"Cheesecake," Tanya told the waitress.

"Chocolate mousse cake," Michelle said.

"Cheesecake," Legates said.

The waitress scribbled their orders and quietly left. They sat quietly until their desserts arrived. Legates didn't sit up he just sat his cheesecake on his stomach.

"Rat bastard," Michelle grumbled teasingly.

"Aww what's wrong, baby?" He asked her with a smirk.

"I'm not tall enough to sit like that," she pouted.

"What are you bitching about, I'm shorter than you," Tanya said.

"Yeah, ya'll are midgets," Legates teased.

"No we're normal you're a giant," Michelle said, taking a bite of her cake.

Legates stuck his tongue out at her. She leered at him in return. They finished their dessert then looked at each other.

"We done here?" Tanya asked, looking at the pair.

"Sure," Michelle said.

Legates almost pouted, he didn't want to go back to the dorms. He flagged down the waitress and got their checks. Tanya grabbed hers and Michelle was reaching for theirs when he snatched it from her hands.

"Hey," she protested.

"Nuh, uh," he said.

He pulled out some cash and tucked it in the bill fold with the check. Michelle reached into her wallet and dropped the tip on the table.

"Fine," he grumbled.

"You two are completely adorable," Tanya told them with a grin.

Michelle rolled her eyes and stood up. Grabbing her jacket, she slid it on. Legates stood up and grabbed his jacket.

"So what are you two going to do next?" Tanya asked with more than a little interest. Michelle shrugged and looked over at Legates.

"I'm going to get you to drop me off at the dorm and then I'm going to curl up with a trashy romance novel," Tanya told them grinning. Michelle shook her head at Tanya's antics.

"Yeah, nothing like reading about heaving bosoms," Michelle teased.

"Hey! I like heaving bosoms," Legates said, wiggling his eyebrows. The girls burst into laughter as they made their way down the stairs.

"Well if you take me to your place I might show you my heaving bosoms," Michelle said, grinning.

Legates groaned and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He led them to his car and Tanya whistled when she saw his car. Michelle's eyes got wide when she saw the candy apple red mustang sitting there.

"Oh the things I would do on this car," Tanya murmured.

"Not this car. That's how you scratch paint," Legates said.

Michelle raised an eyebrow then wiggled them at him. Tanya got in the back seat and Michelle got into the passenger's seat. Legates started the car and they pulled out into the night. He followed Michelle's directions and soon they arrived at Tanya's dorm.

"Thanks for the ride, Josh," Tanya said as she got out of the car.

"No problem," he said, waving. Michelle got back in and closed the door.

"If you don't mind hanging out at the dorms we can always go watch some TV," Legates offered, trying to keep her as long as he could.

"Don't you have to get up in the morning?" She asked, looking at him. He grinned at her and shook his head.

"Nope, we're under PTSD treatment and training. Which means we are receiving counseling and take any classes we want. Which are both Monday through Friday mostly ending at 5pm unless we do something like night jumps," he told her. She cocked her head and smiled.

"Okay, we can go watch some TV then," she said softly.

He pulled into the traffic and drove back to the dorms. He drove to his parking place, pulled in and turned the car off. She glanced at the building and thoughtfully pursed her lips. She opened the door and got out. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and walked with her into the dorm.

He led her to the lounge and helped her take off her coat. He sat down on one of the couches and pulled her down with him. She pulled her feet up under her and curled up next to him. He looked around and saw Davis still parked on the couch clutching the remote. Jackson lay stretched out with his boots hanging over the arm of another couch. Legates let out a resigned sigh.

"Looks like we're watching a documentary," Legates said.

"It's not a documentary, it's a show about FBI cold cases that are reopened now that technology has improved," Jackson corrected.

"Thank you, Jackson," Legates said sarcastically. Jackson rolled his head and glanced back at Legates.

"Whoaa hot girl with Legates. Are you okay, ma'am?" Jackson said with wide eyes.

Michelle narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. Techie walked into the lounge and flopped down next to Michelle causing her to bounce.

"Hey, Michelle," Techie said, glancing at her before turning to the TV.

"Hey, Techie," she replied.

"Ohhh this is Michelle," Jackson said with a grin.

"That's generally what people call me since it's my name," she told Jackson with a chuckle.

Techie snickered and Legates shot Jackson a grin. Jackson rolled his head back to face forward. Legates had his arm wrapped behind Michelle with his hand on her hip under her sweater. His thumb moved up and down dipping below her waist band. Michelle felt his thumb moving against her skin and then felt her nipples tighten in response to his finger on her skin.

She'd never had a guy's touch affect her like this and shifted slightly to relieve some of the pressure she felt building between her legs. Legates bit back a smile of satisfaction when he realized why she was shifting. He slid his hand around to her lower back and trailed his fingers up and down her spine.

Pausing at her waistband, he slid his fingers just under and swept them from left to right across her lower back. Michelle tried to keep her breath even as his fingers left a trail of fire across the skin of her back. Who knew that her lower back was an erogenous zone. Legates slouched down so his head was almost level with hers.

Techie saw it coming and ignored them when Legates' mouth attached to Michelle's. Michelle felt his lips against hers and felt the electricity jump between them. Legates reveling in the feel of her soft lips on his when they were separated by the clearing of a throat.

"Jeez guys, get a room," Johnson teased them as he walked into the lounge.

Michelle glared at Johnson and reached her hand up. Legates grabbed her hand and pushed it down. Techie chuckled and Jackson watched their interactions with wide eyed interest. Something more was going on here.

How did she know Techie by name? She seemed to know the rest of Legates' unit as well. Through the whole thing Legates' fingers had been lightly brushing Michelle's back. She was finally squirming and Techie was smirking at her.

"Got ants in your pants, Michelle?" Techie asked with a teasing grin.

"Something like that," she muttered.

"Aww, poor baby," Legates said in mock sympathy, kissing her temple.

She hissed when his fingers dipped below her waistband in front of her hip. His hand was not noticeable under her sweater.

"Okay that's it," she said, standing up. She put her hands on her hips.

"You, me, your room, discussion, now," she said, pointing to the door.

A/N: Uh what ever in the world could she want to discuss? Well there's...laughter, stuttered apologies, golden eyes, door locking, bow chicka wow wow, more door locking, conditions, the dreaded wet spot, pizza, catch her if you can, nosy women, lucky bastard, nap, visitors, sinking the sub, green toenails, Apex, sitting on the counter, phone calls, smelling like a guy, sleeping naked, payment, and bad practical jokes.

A/N2: So it's the finally awaited smut chapter. Sorry to the T readers but it will be noticeably shorter. What can I say I get wordie when I write smut ).