Disclaimer: I still don't own Bones. Doubt I ever will, so I just play in the world created by Hart Hanson and Fox. I wish I made money off this but meh I don't.
Dharmamonkey: Flying monkeys are given excuses for late reviews ;-P I had to keep it real with the wet spot LOL. I did a lot of research about PTSD and the military after reading Killing Two Birds with One Stone. I was horrified/amazed at the number of cases and given their situations I figured it would be a major player in their relationship so it shouldn't be glossed over. Ha, Michelle needs to be strong sometimes so kicking the crap out of her new brothers seemed to be the way to go.
Angelbach: I needed to tell that side of the story. We saw Brennan's issues in dealing with in during Murder in Maluku but she had previous issues. So now we're seeing what happens when someone who didn't really have issues dealing with it. *snort* honey if you have to think about it then you've never had really good sex bwuahahaha not a choice for me. Although chocolate during sex...now that...
Nertool54: Isn't he though... yummy...but he's not perfect and we'll see that in future chapters. He's people too and peoples be peoples.
Guinnesshero: Those brownies would have to be sent from God for you to pick them over sex. ROFL
Yenyen76: Glad you had a good laugh =D. Don't fret it comes with the territory. My husband thought I was bonkers as I wrote some of this stuff because I was giggling like a loon.
Becksbones: Fire Ants? Acckkk I'm soooo sorry to hear that *cringe* it sounds painful. Review when you get better no worries.
Chapter 32 - Westminster at Midnight
Legates crawled across the bed and lay down next to Michelle. Propping his head on his hand, he watched her as she flipped through the pages.
"Hey look there's instructions on how to make money with sex," Michelle said, pointing. Legates reached over, flipped the books closed and pulled them away from her.
"Hey! I have to pay for college somehow," she pouted. He shook his head grinning at her.
"Techie, how the hell do you stay sane with those two around? I mean you should be laughing like a lunatic," Wilson said.
Techie just grinned and shook his head. Michelle rolled to face him, glancing over at the alarm clock next to the bed.
"What the hell was I thinking when I picked my classes for this semester?" Michelle whined, glaring at the clock as if it would stop the minutes from ticking away.
"I don't know, what were you thinking?" Legates asked, grinning at her.
"I was thinking if I take five classes instead of four and pick up extra classes in the winter and summer semesters that I'd graduate earlier," she mumbled. He chuckled and shook his head at her.
"And that you wouldn't have any down time to deal with?" He asked softly, trying to catch her eye.
"Mmm, maybe," she said haltingly.
"Mmmhmm I think so," he said.
She shrugged and rolled on her back. He dropped his hand on her stomach and rubbed his thumb across it. She flinched and giggled, his thumb tickling her. His eyes lit and a devilish smile crossed his face. Lightly squeezing her side, he tickled her. She scrunched her body up and shrieked out her laughter.
"Stop, stop," she gasped between shrieks.
"Oh, heck no," Legates growled, his voice full of laughter.
When she was gasping for breath and tears rolling down her face, he finally stopped tickling.
"Alright, alright, no more serious discussions," she said, still giggling every once in awhile.
He rolled his eyes and reached towards her again. She saw his hands coming and squealed, jerking back from him. Neither noticed how close she was to the edge of the bed until she fell off. Legates burst into laughter and scooted to the edge of the bed and peered over. She was laying on the floor with her hands over her face and laughing.
"Note to self, Josh is a bed hog," she said, still laughing.
"No, you didn't go there. You lay with your head in one corner and feet almost in the other. And I say almost because you jam them between my calves," he said, snickering at her.
"I do not! Techie said he saw my toenails peeking from under the covers. They can't be poking out from under the covers and between your calves at the same time," she pointed out, trying not to laugh because she knew he was right.
"You spend more than 50% of the night with your cold ass feet between my legs," he muttered.
"Fine, I won't sleep with you anymore," she pouted teasingly.
"Oh, I don't think so. Get your ass up on this bed," he said, reaching his hand down to her.
She glared at his hand and sat up without his help. She scooted back against the bookcase and crossed her arms over her chest. She pinched her lips together and glared at him. He sighed and dropped his head on his hand which was lying flat on the bed. He crooked his finger at her, trying to get her up on the bed. She shook her head and scowled at him.
"How about a compromise?" He asked, looking at her hopefully.
"I'm listening," she said, narrowing her eyes.
"I will keep a couple pair of soft fuzzy socks here for you if you sleep with them on," he offered. She sniffed and paused to think about it.
"Mmm okay but they have to be girlie socks," she said.
"Okay," he agreed, then shrugged.
She got up off the floor and crawled over him onto the bed.
"Pink," she said. He chuffed out a laugh and nodded.
"Pink fluffy socks, got it," he said, grinning at her.
"You have to promise not to wear them," she said seriously.
The voices on the other side of the bookcases stopped then laughter roared out. Michelle smirked at Legates with an evil glint in her eye.
"That was mean. I really like pink fluffy socks," he said, shaking his finger at her and grinning. She snuggled up next to him and dropped her head on his shoulder.
"When do you have to go back?" He asked her, running his hand down her back.
"I should leave after my clothes dry. I need to review some for my classes tomorrow," she said, still wishing she could stay.
"Next time bring your books and then you can stay longer," he said, dropping a kiss on the top of her head.
"If you'll remember, I was going out with friends when I called and invited you. I don't exactly take my backpack with me when I do that," she said, running her fingers up his stomach.
"Hmm, true. So, I can't talk you into another night?" He asked in a hopeful tone.
"Nope, sorry. School always comes first," she said. He grunted and nodded.
"I can accept that," he said.
"Well, that's good but I wasn't asking for your acceptance. I was telling you how it is," she told him, pinching his stomach lightly. Techie gurgled out a laugh as he snarfed beer all over Wilson.
"That is alcohol abuse," Wilson said, wiping his face on Techie's sheet. Michelle's phone buzzed and her eyes flew open.
"Shit! I forgot someone called earlier," she mumbled, reaching for her phone.
"Yeah, you were kinda busy," Legates said, grinning at her. She picked up her phone and saw a text. Sighing, she replied to the text and lay back down.
"Anything important?" He asked, returning to running his fingers down her back.
"No, Brittney being nosey," she mumbled.
Legates snatched the phone from her hand and read the message. His chest rumbled in a laugh as he read it. Hitting reply, he typed a quick message and sent it.
"Did you just reply to her text?" Michelle asked, grabbing for her phone.
"Yes," he said, laughing and holding the phone out of her reach.
The phone buzzed and he read Brittney's reply then howled in laughter. He used his thumb to reply while holding Michelle off with the other hand. She finally got her hands on the phone and read the message.
"You signed it Adonis?" She said, laughing so hard she snorted.
"Did you just snort?" He said, trying to take the phone from her again.
"No," she said, reading texts and laughing.
"Yes, she did," Techie hollered.
"I'll remember that, Techie," Michelle yelled to him. She rolled her eyes at the text.
"No man has a four foot penis the width of a roll of bologna. Nice try," she said, giggling. Legates laughed as he poked her still trying to get the phone.
"Great, now she thinks I've been hiding all weekend and lying about where I've been," she growled, glaring at him. He wiggled his eyebrows at her and grinned.
"Yeah, but if you want to hide, all you have to tell her is you're going to spend some time with a Greek god," he told her, snickering.
"Oh man, who the hell called him that?" Goodman groaned at Legates ego boosting nickname.
"Tanya," Michelle answered. She stuck her phone in the pocket of the shorts and snuggled back up to Legates.
"Do you honestly think that will keep me from getting the phone?" He asked, leering at her and sticking his fingers in her pocket. She wiggled away from him and laughed.
"If you need somewhere to stick your fingers that's in my pants..." she trailed off suggestively and shot him a sultry glance.
"Awww, dammit, I don't want to hear that," Addison groaned, throwing his cards down. Michelle cocked her head and grinned mischievously at Legates.
"Weellll, I guess he could always use his mouth instead of his fingers," Michelle said thoughtfully.
"Arrrggghhhhh," Wilson bellowed. Michelle burst into laughter and winked at Legates.
"Maybe later when you don't have to go home," he whispered near her ear. She flushed and she stuttered incomprehensible sounds of shock.
"I was kidding," she whispered back. He grinned at her suggestively.
"I wasn't," he said, still grinning. She sighed and shook her head at him.
"Hey you two, put your clothes on!" Goodman bellowed at them.
They looked at each other and burst into laughter. Their laughter came to a stop when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Techie yelled.
The door cracked open and a young kid walked in, looking around. Spotting Perkins, he held up the clothes in his arms.
"Since you're the local manwhore, I'm assuming these are yours," he said, holding up the clothes in his arms. Perkins looked at him in confusion.
"Why would they be mine?" Perkins asked with frown on his face.
Legates rolled off the bed and walked around the bookcase. Squishing the clothes under one arm, the young man hooked his finger in a pair of panties and held them up.
"Because there's a pair of women's jeans, these underwear and one shirt small enough to fit a girl. The rest are all male clothing. So, I'm assuming these belong to your lady friend," the kid said, smirking at Perkins. He didn't see Legates stalking towards him until Legates was right on top of him.
"Those are mine. Why did you take them out of the dryer, Yackley?" He asked with a frown on his face as he snatched Michelle's underwear from his finger.
"Dear, God, red leopard print? How the hell am I supposed to look at her knowing what kind of...Oh man...it's like seeing your sister's sexy...oh GOD-" Goodman choked out, smacking his hand over his face.
"You're sleeping with Goodman's sister?" Yackley asked, looking back and forth between the two. Michelle burst into laughter at the question.
"Honey, please tell me my underwear are not on public display," she called to Legates.
"Not anymore, sweetheart," he called back, scowling at the kid. Yackley swallowed nervously and shoved Legates' clothes into his arms.
"Sorry about that," he muttered before fleeing from the room, the door slamming closed behind him. Legates carried the clothes back to his bed and dumped them.
Michelle stood up and walked into the bathroom. She grabbed her bra from the towel rack and carried it to the bed. She started folding clothes as she sorted through them looking for her pants.
"What are you doing?" Legates asked her in a horrified tone.
"Folding the pile of laundry on your bed," she said, continuing to fold.
"Good God, put my underwear down, Woman," Legates bellowed.
Michelle turned to look at him and shook her head. She threw his underwear at him and kept folding. Every time she came across a pair of underwear, she lobbed them in his direction. When she was finished, she pulled down the shorts she was wearing and pulled on her panties.
"You are trying to kill me aren't you?" He asked, his voice hoarse as he watched her changing her clothes.
"Nope, just trying to get dressed," she said, pulling the shirt over her head. He watched her put on her bra and realized when it came to her, he had no control over his body.
"So, it's okay for you to wash and handle my undergarments but not okay for me to do the same?" She asked in a low tone that made him pause.
"No, sweetheart, it's not like that," he sighed, "I was just a little embarrassed," he admitted. She nodded and pulled her shirt on.
"Mmm, hmm," she said, pulling on her socks. She pulled on her shoes and sat up. She looked at him with an almost sad look on her face.
"I need to get home," she mumbled.
"Okay, okay, lemme put shoes on and I'll drive you home," he grumbled. He sat up with a grunt and pulled his sneakers out from under the bed.
"I can take the metro home," she told him.
He shot her a look and she shrugged at the look. He stood up and grabbed his keys then followed Michelle across the room. She opened the door and looked at the guy standing in front of her.
"Welll heelllooo beautiful," the guy said, eyeing Michelle. She scowled at him and took a step back, running smack into Legates. Legates looked at the guy and raised his eyebrow.
"What's up, Jefferson?" Legates asked the guy at the door.
"At the moment, me," Jefferson said, leering at Michelle. Legates planted his hand on Jefferson's forehead and pushed backwards.
"Down boy," Legates commanded. Michelle was stuck between Legates and Jefferson. Taking baby steps forward, she left the room.
"Later guys," she called over her shoulder.
"Bye."
"Laters, Michelle"
"See you." was called from the room behind her.
Jefferson's mouth fell open and his eyes bugged.
"That's Michelle?" Jefferson asked, pointing at Michelle.
"Yes, what did you need?" Legates asked, jingling the keys in his hands.
"I came to beg to borrow your car," Jefferson said, almost pleading.
"For what?" Legates asked, dropping his hand from Jefferson's forehead.
"Date," Jefferson said.
"When?" Legates asked, putting his hand on Michelle's lower back and guiding her down the hall.
"Tonight," Jefferson said.
Michelle snorted and Legates swatted her butt. Jumping, she turned a laughing glare on him. Jefferson snickered until she turned a glare on him.
"Spicy," Jefferson said with a smile. Michelle pursed her lips but kept walking.
"I'll drive Michelle home and you can have the car from there," Legates said.
"I'll just ride with then, I can drive back and drop you off," Jefferson said.
They were riding in silence when Michelle's phone rang. Picking it up to answer it, she accidentally hit the speaker button.
"Sweetie, what am I hearing about a four foot penis the size of a roll of bologna?" Tanya gushed through the speakers. Legates face flooded with color and Michelle started giggling.
"Hang on, I accidentally hit speaker and you just told everyone in the car about Josh's junk," Michelle said, still laughing. Gasping for breath, she hit the button and put the phone up to her ear.
"What the hell, man?" Jefferson said, his voice choked with laughter.
"Shut up, Jefferson," Legates growled, moving the car through the traffic.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure my tonsils tickled his tip when I screamed in pleasure," Michelle said, shooting a wink at Legates.
"Michelle," Legates moaned, running a hand down his face.
"Damn, dude," Jefferson said, wide eyed. Jefferson looked over at Michelle when she hit the button to end the call. She snickered as she stuck it in her jacket pocket.
"Now she wants proof," Michelle said, smiling sweetly at him.
"Absolutely not," Legates said, shaking his head. Michelle fluttered her lashes at him.
"Too bad. I've never been with a girl," she said, grinning at him. He turned his head to look at her and pondered it briefly but then decided against it.
"Eyes on the road, honey," she said demurely.
Jefferson was sitting in the back with his mouth hanging open. He turned his gaze to Legates who had his jaw clenched and was clutching the wheel as if his life depended on it.
"I don't play well with others and there are some things I sure as hell don't share. You being one of the top two," he told her in a no nonsense tone. Michelle snickered and shook her head.
"If I were interested in lady parts, I wouldn't be dating you. Besides, I have my own," she said, shooting him a wink. He chuckled and shook his head.
"You were just trying to get me going," he muttered.
"Did it work?" She asked, smiling innocently at him.
"Behave," he told her with a chuckle.
She chuckled in return then reached over to turn the radio on. She hit the tuner and began scanning channels.
"Hey, I'm the driver I get to pick the radio stations," he said, swatting her hand away. She laughed and flicked the tuner one more time.
"Hey, I'm Dwayne and it's Sunday night here at 104.5 GWU and just like every other Sunday night we're listening to whatever I feel like," Dwayne said. Michelle shook her head and giggled.
"He's such a smartass. He's going to fail if he doesn't start behaving," she commented.
"You know him?" Jefferson asked, pointing towards the radio.
"Yeah, this is the station owned by GW. They use it for their telecommunication and music majors. Dwayne is my roommate's boyfriend," she told him. Both men's faces went still as a voice drifted from the radio. Michelle grinned and shook her head.
"He's been-"
"Shhh," Jefferson said, waving his hand. When the song was over Dwayne's voice came over the air again, smooth and mellow.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time for your everyday university security warning. When going out at night please remember to travel with another person and to let someone know where you are going and when to expect you home. Also, if you're going to lie about where you are and who you are with please make it plausible. Don't say you are with a Greek god if you are right here in the Washington DC area," he said.
Michelle burst into laughter as her phone lit up with a text. Legates shot her a leer and turned onto the street where her dorm was. A voice Michelle didn't recognize drifted from the speakers.
"Must be a new student," she murmured as Legates pulled to a stop in front of her building.
She pouted as she unbuckled her seat belt and turned to face him. After putting the car in park, Legates turned and cupped Michelle's face in both hands. He pulled her face towards him as he leaned towards her. Her lips parted under his as he softly kissed her. Pulling back with a sigh, he looked at her.
"You'd better get out of here before we let Jefferson see something he's never seen before," Legates told her with a smirk. She cocked her head and shot him a questioning glance.
"A naked girl. If you don't get gone, I'm going to tear your clothes off and do things that will make a prostitute blush," he growled, dropping a kiss on her lips.
"Oh my," she purred, her eyes glowing.
"HEY!" Jefferson said, hearing what Legates had said about him.
She opened the door of of the car and got out with her laughter trailing behind her. Michelle bounced up the steps with a wide grin on her face. She grabbed the door as a guy she didn't recognize came out.
"Thanks," she said, going in.
Sprinting up the steps, she squealed then stopped. Did she just squeal like Angela? Oh Lord, what was wrong with her? She couldn't resist dancing down the hallway. As she reached her door, her phone rang.
"Helllooo," she sang as she answered it.
"Ohhh I just saw a very spiffy mustang ride by my window. So, I'm assuming that you are in your building," Tanya said, her voice full of laughter.
"Yep," Michelle answered, sticking her key in the door.
"So, did he ring your chimes?" Tanya asked, still laughing, hoping Michelle would answer.
"Like Westminster at midnight," Michelle said, purring in a satisfied voice.
"Holy shit, girl, I've never heard that voice from you. He rocked your world didn't he?" Tanya asked, her mouth hanging open in astonishment.
"Oh yeah," Michelle purred again, pushing her door open.
"Hoo I want DETAILS," Tanya yelled with a smile.
"Okay, Angela," Michelle said.
"Who's Angela?" Tanya asked, after pulling the phone out to look at it as if Michelle had lost her mind.
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Legates pulled out onto the road after Jefferson got into the front seat.
"So is this Michelle a casual thing?" Jefferson asked, trying to get a read on the situation. He wondered if the whole I don't share thing was a line or was Legates serious?
"Mine," Legates growled possessively.
"So, you're not willing to share?"
"You know, dumbass, I would have thought the whole 'I don't like to share' comment would have answered that. All you really need to know is, Mine," Legates said firmly.
"Are you going to say anything else in reference to her?" Jefferson asked, trying to see how far he could prod the bear.
"Mine is all you need to know. When you see her the only thought that should be running through your mind is 'she belongs to Legates'," Legates told him. Jefferson chuckled and Legates shot him a glare.
"Not kidding at all," Legates said solemnly.
"Got it," Jefferson said, holding his hands up.
Legates made it back to the dorm, turned the car over to Jefferson then went into the building. Climbing the stairs, he entered his room and pulled out his Spanish book before lying down on the bed. Might as well get ahead of the vocabulary.
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Michelle managed to get through her nightly routine without giving away too much information but enough to satisfy Tanya. Michelle was lying on her bed reading through notes for tomorrow when her phone vibrated. Sighing, she picked it up and scowled at it. The scowl dropped immediately from her face.
My pillows smell like u.
Aww poor baby. If u change ur pillow cases they won't smell all girlie
I donwanna I like it
Then quityerbitchin
Ur being mean
Am Not
R 2
Sigh
I'm just saying I want u here. The bed's too big and smells like u
Aww ur a big boy u can handle it.
I donwanna
You won't have cold feet between ur legs
I want u here, the bed is 2 big
Go to bed I need 2 study
G'nite
Nite
Michelle put her phone down and smiled. She dove into her notes and didn't notice the time passing. Her phone beeped around midnight and she growled as she picked it up.
Go 2 bed
She laughed, put her notes, and books in her backpack. Dropping her bag over the side and onto the floor, she curled up in her bed. She noticed that he was right, the bed seemed to be larger than what she was used to and hers was smaller than his.
She grunted the next morning when her alarm went off. Rolling from the bed, she bolted to the bathroom. Five minutes later, she was pulling on her clothes and getting ready for the day. As she checked her backpack to make sure everything was there, her thoughts turned to Legates.
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Across the city, Legates rolled over, snorting in his sleep. Techie opened the door silently and swept his hand towards Legates' side of the bookcases. Techie stood back, crossed his arms and smirked as Goodman, Perkins, and Wilson sneaked towards Legates' bed.
Legates tensed then relaxed as he realized that the guys were trying to sneak up on him. Now why would they try to sneak up on him? And why had he woke up? When they were here in the dorms and barracks their sniper skills usually turned off. He heard the three men sneaking across the room and let the scent of Michelle surround him and relax him.
When Wilson and Perkins were leaning over the bed looking at him, Legates reached up and grabbed them by the back of the head. He pushed their heads together just short of knocking him together.
"Hey, let go," Perkins bellowed.
"I told you," Techie said, laughing at the three other men.
"What the hell? He's never been good at light sleeping and now suddenly he's all about it," Perkins muttered.
"Became a necessity because ya'll kept screwing with Michelle. Sarge, is the same way by necessity," Techie told them.
"You three need to go the hell away. My class isn't until ten," Legates mumbled, pushing them away.
Rolling over, he pulled a pillow over his head and tried to go back to sleep. Shaking their heads, Wilson, Perkins, and Goodman dropped the money in Techie's palm as they walked by.
"Bastard cost me twenty bucks," Perkins grumbled. Techie laughed and shooed them out the door.
"Stop letting the bastards in our room," Legates grumbled.
"Hey, I made sixty bucks. Easiest money I've ever made," Techie smirked.
"Go away," Legates said.
Two hours later, he was sitting in his class wondering why exactly he was taking this class.
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Michelle sat in her Physics class wondering why she hadn't killed her professor yet. He was an arrogant ass. She made a mental note to go get Zacharoni to explain this crap to her. Tanya poked her and scribbled a note on her paper.
Thinking about bologna =)
Michelle sighed and shook her head then turned her attention back to the lecture. The next few hours passed quickly and as she was headed towards the gym her phone vibrated. Pulling it out, she shook her head and laughed.
Dinner?
Sure after gym
when?
Headed there now should be done in an hour or so
K
Picking up her pace, Michelle hustled across the plaza and into the gym on the edge of campus. Walking in the door, she breezed past the reception desk.
"You're almost late," Jeanie called out as Michelle went past.
"I know I know," Michelle grumbled.
"Welcome back," Jeanie called with a smile.
"Thanks," Michelle said, jogging towards the women's locker room.
Jeanie snorted when she saw several the men stop to watch Michelle jog past. Snickering, Jeanie went back to the magazine she'd been reading. Michelle hustled into the locker room and spun the dial on her locker. Opening it, she found her workout gear still there. Thankfully, she had washed them just before she'd left so they didn't reek to high heaven.
After pulling on her clothing, she laced up her sneakers, stuffed her clothes and backpack into the locker then slammed it closed. She walked into the large area, dropped a towel on the bench on the side wall of the room then started to warm up her muscles. She was going to pay for a weeks worth of laziness.
"Welcome back, Michelle," Daphne said, stretching beside her.
"Thanks," Michelle muttered.
A few minutes later, the glass walled room was filled with women and men talking in low tones. Daphne finished her stretches and walked to the stereo.
"Alright ladies and gentlemen, let's get this thing started," Daphne called out, clapping her hands.
Hitting the play button on the stereo, Daphne began to move to a choreographed routine. Michelle took a deep breath and started stepping.
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Legates spent the next hour searching on the internet then traveling from gym to gym until he had only one more to try then he was going back to the dorms. He figured she'd stay close to campus and there were only three with a two block radius of the campus. There was one on campus but he walked past it and shook his head. That thing was pathetic so he knew she wouldn't use that one.
He stood outside the door to the last gym and blew out a breath. Legates stepped in the entryway and felt out of place. Through the glass doors, he could see that there were females bouncing everywhere. Then a group of guys pushed past him and into the gym proper.
Sighing, he stepped into the large gym, his eyes looking for Michelle. He knew she preferred the elliptical but they were all empty. He stepped over to the counter and waited to get the young girl behind the counter's attention.
"Excuse me," he said, realizing she was involved in the magazine.
"Fill out the form in front of you. We need a copy of your student ID for a student discount. We take debit, credit and checks, no cash," Jeanie said, pointing to the clipboard in front of her without looking up from the magazine.
"I'm looking for someone," he said, trying not to lose his temper.
She finally looked up and her eyes bugged at the sight of his hips falling even with the counter she was sitting behind. Her eyes traveled up his torso and blinked when they reached his face.
"Okay, who are you looking for?" She asked, after swallowing twice.
"Michelle Welton," he said. She smiled widely and nodded.
"It's Thursday which means she's in Zumba. Follow that hall," she pointed, "third room on the right."
Legates nodded, took a step back, spun on his heel and headed down the hallway. Jeanie sighed as she watched his backside disappear down the hall.
"Lucky, Lucky, Michelle," she muttered.
Legates walked down the hallway full of glass walled rooms and watched several classes going on. He saw an aikido class, a yoga class then he came to the zumba class and stopped dead. After several moments of watching, he realized they were getting a serious cardio workout.
It looked like dancing but the people in the class either knew the steps and were pushing hard or didn't and were valiantly trying to keep up. Leaning against the wall in the hallway, Legates crossed his arms then his ankles.
He saw a woman start moving through the class showing the struggling members their missing steps. When the music wound down, Legates realized they had included a cool down in the routine. He pursed his lips and shook his head. He could see the benefits but he just couldn't see himself doing zumba, ever.
Daphne had spotted the man when he walked down the hallway. She was used to observers but this guy had physical fitness rolling of him in waves. He was sculpted on every part of his body and lean. Michelle was standing near the benches when Daphne approached her.
"Okay, if he joins that class I'm going to start wearing short shorts," Daphne muttered, nodding towards Legates.
Michelle turned and she saw Legates standing in the hallway. She laughed lightly and shook her head. Catching his eye, she smiled and he let a smirk cross his face.
"Oh my, I do believe he's flirting with you," Daphne grumbled in a disappointed tone.
"I should hope so since he's mine," Michelle said, laughing.
She left Daphne standing there stuttering in shock and walked to where Legates was standing. Putting her hand on her hip, she looked up at him.
"How did you find me?' She asked him with a grin on her face.
"Special Ops, it's what we do," he told her, grinning.
He wasn't about to admit he'd walked to four different gyms to find her. She shook her head and wiped the sweat off her body.
"Gimmie a few minutes to grab a quick shower and I'll be right out," she said.
"He he," he chuckled in an ornery tone.
She groaned and headed to the locker room. Daphne approached Legates with a grin on her face.
"Thinking of joining our class?" She asked with a grin on her face.
She knew he wasn't going to join, wasn't even thinking about it for that matter. He was all male and there was no way he'd be caught dead doing this.
"Nope, just waiting for Michelle," he said.
"It's really good cardio," she offered.
"I run for cardio," he said, smiling politely at her. She didn't seem to be flirting just making conversation about exercise.
"You run for an hour solid?" She asked skeptically.
"Depends on if I have anything better to do. When I was overseas I ran for a few hours because there was nothing better to do," he said casually.
"Really? Where were you?" She asked, smiling brightly.
"That's classified," he replied automatically, his eyes scanning for Michelle's return.
Michelle had only been gone for a few minutes before she came back. He raised an eyebrow at her knowing darn well she took longer showers.
"I just did a quick rinse," she grinned.
"Lovely, dinner with a smelly chick," Legates teased. Michelle pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes.
"You can always eat by yourself and I can go home," she offered.
"Don't make me carry you outta here," he smirked at her. She crossed her arms then slumped.
"You going to let him threaten you like that girl?" Daphne said in stunned surprise.
"Fact of the matter is; I can't take him down and neither can anyone else here. If he wanted to kidnap me he could," Michelle said with a sigh. Legates jerked back and scowled at her.
"But you can't kidnap the willing," she said, giggling. Legates let out a resigned sigh and shook his head. Daphne burst into laughter and shook her head.
"I have to go grab some water. My next class starts in thirty," Daphne said, winking as she walked off.
"Food?" Legates asked, looking at her.
"Sex?" She asked in returned with a sultry smile.
"Hell yeah," he growled.
"There's your answer," she said, laughing.
Slinging her backpack up on her shoulder, she led the way out of the gym.
A/N: Tomorrow...choices, metro, Sid's, phone calls, two weeks, fresh collards, mama's boy, helpful advice, evil, vibrator batteries, war games, moving out, having fun while getting clean *wiggles eyebrows*, a comb, racial differences, oral worshiping, tongue rippling, an ambulance, a nap, food, hot sauce, milk shakes, and some mongoose. And no that's not supposed to be plural =P.
A/N2: Historical fact...Westminster Palace is the hanging place of Big Ben. This particular set of chimes was adopted by Big Ben in the mid 19th century. Although St. Mary the Great, University Church in Cambridge was in fact the first to play the chimes, Big Ben is the clock best known for them.