"Oh god Auggie that feels so good," Annie purred as she sunk her face into the pillow.
Auggie just chuckled and ran the heel of his hand up her spine before working the knots in her shoulders.
"I think this assignment might actually kill me," her voice was thick and sleepy.
"Don't say that," he didn't even like her joking about things like that.
"I think I have swum 10 marathons this week, my shoulders are screaming, my hair is green and I smell like chlorine," she listed the ways this assignment was not fun.
"Your shoulders have amazing definition, your hair is a little dry, but it'll come back fine and right now you smell like almonds. Mmmm and you taste like them too," he added as he leaned down and nibbled at her neck.
"I should have told Joan I couldn't swim or I was afraid of sharks or something," she snorted, but that snort turned suspiciously to a moan when Auggie moved his hands from her shoulders down her sides.
"Sharks in the GW University pool, Joan might have caught on to that," Auggie tried to focus on relieving Annie's pain, but the way she squirmed under him made him really want to focus on something else.
"Probably," she sounded sleepier still.
Auggie got the rest of the almond oil into her skin and hopped off the bed to wash his hands, when he returned to the bed she was sound asleep, the alarm set for 4:00 am.
4:00 am came around awfully quick and the alarm jarred them both out of the comfort of sleep.
"I thought sleeping with a co-ed was going to be more fun than this," Auggie mumbled and rolled back over, his pillow over his head.
Annie headed to the bathroom and dressed for day 7 of recon on a new Asian Cultural grad student at GW. This guy liked to swim and he was at the pool every morning at 5:00 am. Annie was tasked with getting to know him, and Joan thought a fellow swimmer might be the key.
Annie slipped on her swimsuit and sweats and grabbed her bag from the closet. Before she left she pried the pillow off of Auggie's head and kissed his temple gently.
"Thank you for taking care of me last night," she whispered.
"You're welcome," he smiled.
"I'll pay you back tonight," she promised and his cool hand slid up the back of her sweatshirt.
"If you can walk?" he smirked.
"I'm pretty sure what I have in mind will not require walking. It can all be accomplished right here in fact, in this comfy bed," she kissed him more soundly and was quickly up and gone.
"That's just mean," Auggie muttered and rolled over to wrap his arms around her pillow.
It was late afternoon when Annie made her way back to Langley in the low rise jeans and graphic tee college look she had been sporting the past week.
"How was Econ?" Joan asked as Annie entered Tech Ops.
"I now know why I am not an economist and also why the economy is a disaster," she smiled.
"The pages of Kwan's notebook you photographed are proving very interesting Annie. How did you get him to leave you alone with it?" Joan asked.
"I spilled fruit punch all over him at lunch," Annie shrugged.
"Old school," Barber piped up.
"More like nursery school," Auggie smirked and Annie whacked him for it.
"It worked," Joan ended the fight before it started.
"We have a meeting time and place from the notes, we're sending Gleason in from here on, good work Annie, you are done, you can hang up your notebooks and your swim cap," Joan waved a good-bye as she exited the room.
"Yes, no more 4:00 a.m. wake up calls and no more cafeteria food," Annie cheered.
"And I was just starting to feel smug about dating a college girl," Auggie shook his head in defeat.
"I'll let you carry my books home," she hip checked him and sauntered out.
"She's a riot," Auggie said to no one.
The End