Chapter Fifty Three
Near
to you, I am healing
But it's taking so long
'Cause though he's
gone
And you are wonderful
It's hard to move on
A Fine Frenzy - Near To You
The knocking on the door did nothing to ease the pounding in her head as Mia groaned from the position on her stomach. Her mouth was dry and as she raised her head from the pillow and glanced at the alarm clock she was well aware of the possibility she may end up being sick. The noise was sending sharp stabbing pains driving into her skull.
It was 10.24 am...
She was supposed to be in work. Oh my God, she was two hours late for work. That was probably Sam or Mac banging down the door trying to figure out where the hell she was. Mia rolled promptly off the bed, ending up trapped in the sheets on all fours. Shock vibrated through her, usually she slept on the opposite side; she never slept on Patrick's side...
It wasn't Patrick's side anymore she reminded herself. The bed was all hers.
It all came back to her suddenly; the locker check, the bar and then eventually Danny. She shook it off rising to her feet and feeling her skull starting to crack as the knocking continued. Jesus Christ, who the hell would be this persistent?
Each step towards the door was a light bulb flashing in her head.
She was suspended pending further investigation. She had also resigned. She had meant it, she didn't want to work somewhere that didn't have her back and she thought of all people Mac Taylor would have. Yet, her feelings on the subject were mixed.
Mia fought the urge to scream as she made it to the door. She was intolerable when she was hung over, she knew that and she knew especially after yesterday her temper was ready to spark. She tore open the apartment door, her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowing into a glare.
Flack was standing there, his sky blue eyes wide, his eyebrows arched in surprise. It took Mia a second to register the expression on his face. She followed his gaze, looking down at herself and flushing furiously as she realized she was in fact not wearing any pants. She clad only in a grey AC/DC t-shirt that barely covered her ass. Vaguely she was aware that she hadn't taken off her make up last night.
"I wanted to see if you were up for breakfast." Flack said a smile curving across his handsome features.
His eyes strayed back down to her legs, Mia pursed her lips together feeling overwhelmed.
"Breakfast..." she hesitated before continuing brightly. "Breakfast sounds great."
She held the door open as a silent invitation for him to enter, Flack took it. Mia found herself staring into deep blue ocean filled eyes, feeling suddenly overwhelmed. She took a step back bumping into the back of the sofa with a small yelp. Flack snickered.
"I'll go..." she pointed to her bedroom door unable to finish the sentence.
Jesus Christ want was happening to her? She'd gone speechless like a helpless, little, ambulance chaser.
Flack's attention was already elsewhere. He was analyzing the room, taking in the shreds of her personality and the essence of herself. She remembered he'd never been here before. She wondered if he liked what he saw.
"Nice place." he approved.
"Thanks." she managed to utter before slamming her bedroom door shut.
She took a moment to catch her breath before grabbing the jeans from last night and yanking them on.
There was silence from the other side of the door; Mia wondered what he was doing. Her hands were already in her hair, tying back her unruly curls with a hair tie before she did a once over on her face with a baby wipe and jammed her feet into her black Converses.
It suddenly occurred to Mia she wasn't wearing a bra. She wondered if Flack would notice, and then decided as a detective it was more than likely that he would. She tore her shirt off and hunted around the floor before grabbing the first clean one she could find.
Why she didn't bother to put her laundry away she didn't know.
The t-shirt was back on along with her bra, she snatched up her bag, for once not really giving a shit that it wasn't matching. She opened the door, catching sight of Flack scanning the shelves of her DVD collection.
His eyes were on her suddenly, he couldn't disguise the surprise on his handsome features, nor the way the edge of his lips tilted upwards with just the barest hint of a smile.
"What?" she demanded hands on her hips.
Flack shrugged.
"I've just never seen you looking like that before." Mia's hand went to the back of her neck, a gesture that indicated her worry and her puzzlement.
"Casual." Flack explained. "It looks good."
Mia sighed clasping her purse in front of her as Flack jammed his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.
"I just never imagined you in a band shirt and Converses. Its different." he commented as the two of them headed towards the door of the apartment.
"How do you imagine me?" Mia teased, overwhelmed by the sense of déjà vu from last night.
Flack flanked the door as Mia pulled it closed behind them. He raised his eyebrows, a mischievous smirk spreading across his features as he stood closely behind her as she fiddled with the lock. He could smell the jasmine shampoo from here and he found himself fighting the urge to put his hands on her hips and turn her towards him.
"Maybe I'll show you some time." he said huskily from behind her.
Mia turned around to face him, his face was angled towards her, she wanted to reach out and grab his belt buckle to pull him closer. Instead she tilted her face up to meet his deep blue eyes.
"Do you promise?" she murmured, her eyes straying to his lips.
A familiar yearning was burning up inside her. She felt the warmth of his hand as it slipped past her arm and rested on her hip. Her body leaned towards him. His lips were on hers, tender and sweet. Flack drew back, his eyes on hers, studying her features, searching for her reaction.
"You're not ready." Flack stated, his thumb caressing along her jaw line.
"You surprised me." Mia grumbled as Flack's fingers trailed down her arm.
His hand caught hers, his fingers entwining with an ease she'd never known. She let him guide her towards the lift. The silence between them was comfortable.
"I could get used to this." she said so quietly she didn't expect him to hear.
She felt his fingers squeeze hers lightly, bringing a smile to her face as she glanced up to see him looking down at her.
"So could I."
Hey people, sorry for the gap between chapters. This week has been an utter nightmare, bank holiday weekend sucked, and ended wih me getting into a fight with a customer after he threw a phone at me.
Lori: lol it was a hot chapter, I couldn't help it tho. She's like the wiild char I've never written! I am loving writing her at the moment.
Blue: lol maybe she's jsut no meant to be with him. I always imagine Flack secretly as a nice guy and Mia needs someone who ahs a bad boy edge and I think Danny could be a real bad Rikki thing gave me a bit of insight into that. Mia is as flawed as he is.
Nik: I know the feeling. For some reason that pairing works. I was always pro Flack but with this story despite the fact I was trying to make proFlack, Danny and this chem kept appearng, and as you know there's no controlling Mia.
Sam: lol Are you Team Danny?
KJL: lol thankies, it was one of the easiest to write, and here's your Flack fix.
