Author's notes: Thank you to all the kind people who reviewed my last chapter, especially the guest reviewers. Thanks for the followers and favs. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and it gives you a nice start to your week, or if you're just going to bed, sweet dreams.
Teresa's slightly bent over at her desk, filling out some of the endless paperwork that bureaucracy thinks up to keep them in a job. Though it's not really paperwork anymore since it done on computers and then emailed to the appropriate department. Patrick's glad that he's rarely called on to do any. He's lying on his couch watching her. His angle allows him to study her face, slightly off centre. He smiles when she wrinkles her nose. Oh no! another mistake. She sighs and hits the delete key.
She's wearing her hair down today, soft curls lay on her shoulders, He thinks about how it feels against his skin as she lays on his shoulder and how it tickles as she bends to kiss him. He's tempted to move and sit beside her so he can run his fingers through it, feel it's silkiness, but he knows if he did, those same fingers wouldn't be attached to him any longer. He's learnt from past experience, only divert her from paperwork when you're certain that's what she wants, and she's not at that point yet. As she frowns again and hits the delete key, harder this time, he realises that point could soon becoming.
Her wrinkled brow smooths out a little, now it's a small furrow, depicting concentration. Her hand comes up and scratches her perfect nose. It gives her a delightful profie, that he knows so well from the hours he's spent riding next to her in cars. Give him a pencil and a piece of paper and he could draw it with his eyes closed. He's not at professional artist standard but love would span the difference making it a work of art.
His eyes stray to her mouth knowing that she'll be biting down on her bottom lip, just a little, as she tries to figure out how she can best explain why she and their brilliant consultant decided to confront the very important business man after they'd been warned off. The telling off he'd received from Abbott, although it was tempered by the fact that they got the man to trip up and reveal himself as the killer, was worth it to be reminded of, and fantasize about gently chewing on those wonderful soft, full lips, that kiss him so well and send thrills coursing through his nervous system making his knees weak. They hold a promise that never disappoints and frame the most beautiful smile that warms and brightens his day, no matter how bad it's been. Her tongue comes out and quickly flips across each lip, bring them needed moisture and igniting a desire within him. He closes his eyes, a slight smile playing on his face.
So where shall we go for dinner? Funny how that's come into his mind. It's too late to go home and cook, plus this last case kept us too busy to do any much needed shopping. He snaps his fingers,
Teresa looks around and scowls at him. He looks at her chastened and mouths his apologies.
That new place that's opened on Albert Street sounds perfect. Kim went two weeks ago and said their steak's were to die for. There's one thing to say about Texans, they know how to do a great steak. His mouth is salivating at the thought and his stomach growls in sympathy.
He sees Teresa look at him out the corner of her eye, just a hint of emerald bearing down on him, he much prefers when her limpid pools are hooded with desire, rather than irritation. He smiles sheepishly, she turns back to her work and without missing a beat speaks
"Make the reservation, I'll be finished in ten minutes"
His eyes widen in astonishment and he stutters out a reply:
"I….what…how….how did you know?"
"Your stomach always growls when you're thinking about food."