Seajae layed in bed. She watched Bosco sleep. He looked so,,,,on
edge. Like he was trying not to say anything that might upset her or make
her mad. He was walking on egg shells and she didn't like it. He said all
the right words and did all the right things. Not that he didn't before
but he was trying too hard. Seajae didn't want him to try so damn hard.
She wasn't going to break if sh got up sset. She wasn't a spoiled child
that would thow a tantrum if told no.
Then she remembered. She had acted like a spoiled brat. Every time Bosco had made a suggestion or voiced his opinion she had fought with him. She closed her eyes. If had wanted Italian, she's want Mexican. If he wanted white bread she wanted wheat. God what the hell had happened to her. It was like she was pushing him away. Maybe she had been so when he did leave it wouldn't hurt so much. But he said he'd never leave her. She wanted to beleive him. And deep in her heart she did.
"There's smoke coming out of your ears Seajae. Stop thinking so hard." She opened her eyes to see Bosco staring at her. He was laying on his stomach, hugging his pillow.
"Not much else to do at three in the morning." She needed a cigarette, bad.
"Bedside draw."
"What?"
"A pack of smokes."
"I don't need them. Hell I stopped for over a year." She looked at him. "I have the will power you know."
"I know. As long as you never resist my temptations." He smiled. "What do they say, whatever doesn't kill you makes you stonger." He moved over laying his head on her stomach. Tracing the scar he felt so very guilty for. "He deserved more then what he got. They should of made him suffer like he made you and the others suffer."
"You know as well as I do thats not the way the justice system works." She ran her fingures though his hair. He needed a hair cut. He was tracing over her scare like he did a million times before. It mesmorized her. She knew he blamed himself for her getting shot that night. It was no more his fault as it was hers.
"Sometimes I think about that saying 'Kill em' all and let God sort em' out'" He smirked. "Who ever wrote that had Mueller and his kind in mind." Seajae was stroking his hair and it was nearling putting him to sleep.
"The last week I worked I felt like the scum of the earth was sent to haunt me. Serial rapists, child molesters. They all ran and I had to chase them. Then they all got an upper hand just once befor I cuffed them. All I wanted to do was my job and the bastards fought me tooth and nail."
"The criminal element will do that you know. Some god for saken reason they run. I guess it must be the years they'll spend in prison if you catch them huh?" He looked up at Seajae. "Think we should try and get some more sleep?"
"Sleep who needs sleep." He kissed her scare. "Don't start that Boscorelli, you know how I get." He ran his tounge over the rige and lower. "Maurice please,,,"
"Is that a please stop or please keep going?" He looked up at her and she smiled. He knew they should stop but hell it was funner if he kept going. Bosco made his way back up her body. Tasting every inch of her sweet body. God he had missed her. Not just the sex but the feel of waking up next her and being able to talk about shit at three in the morning. He stopped and looked in her eyes.
"What?"
"Just looking into they eyes of the most incredable woman on the planet." He brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Don't ever leave me again Seajae. Promise me if things get tight again we'll deal with them together. Promise me." Seajae saw the panic in his eyes. He was afraid of loosing her again. He held her tighter. She brushed her hand over his cheek.
"I promise. I will never run away again." She kissed him and they made love like it was the first time. Slow and steady. It was just the two of them in there own little world. No criminals, no past, no present just the two of them.
Then she remembered. She had acted like a spoiled brat. Every time Bosco had made a suggestion or voiced his opinion she had fought with him. She closed her eyes. If had wanted Italian, she's want Mexican. If he wanted white bread she wanted wheat. God what the hell had happened to her. It was like she was pushing him away. Maybe she had been so when he did leave it wouldn't hurt so much. But he said he'd never leave her. She wanted to beleive him. And deep in her heart she did.
"There's smoke coming out of your ears Seajae. Stop thinking so hard." She opened her eyes to see Bosco staring at her. He was laying on his stomach, hugging his pillow.
"Not much else to do at three in the morning." She needed a cigarette, bad.
"Bedside draw."
"What?"
"A pack of smokes."
"I don't need them. Hell I stopped for over a year." She looked at him. "I have the will power you know."
"I know. As long as you never resist my temptations." He smiled. "What do they say, whatever doesn't kill you makes you stonger." He moved over laying his head on her stomach. Tracing the scar he felt so very guilty for. "He deserved more then what he got. They should of made him suffer like he made you and the others suffer."
"You know as well as I do thats not the way the justice system works." She ran her fingures though his hair. He needed a hair cut. He was tracing over her scare like he did a million times before. It mesmorized her. She knew he blamed himself for her getting shot that night. It was no more his fault as it was hers.
"Sometimes I think about that saying 'Kill em' all and let God sort em' out'" He smirked. "Who ever wrote that had Mueller and his kind in mind." Seajae was stroking his hair and it was nearling putting him to sleep.
"The last week I worked I felt like the scum of the earth was sent to haunt me. Serial rapists, child molesters. They all ran and I had to chase them. Then they all got an upper hand just once befor I cuffed them. All I wanted to do was my job and the bastards fought me tooth and nail."
"The criminal element will do that you know. Some god for saken reason they run. I guess it must be the years they'll spend in prison if you catch them huh?" He looked up at Seajae. "Think we should try and get some more sleep?"
"Sleep who needs sleep." He kissed her scare. "Don't start that Boscorelli, you know how I get." He ran his tounge over the rige and lower. "Maurice please,,,"
"Is that a please stop or please keep going?" He looked up at her and she smiled. He knew they should stop but hell it was funner if he kept going. Bosco made his way back up her body. Tasting every inch of her sweet body. God he had missed her. Not just the sex but the feel of waking up next her and being able to talk about shit at three in the morning. He stopped and looked in her eyes.
"What?"
"Just looking into they eyes of the most incredable woman on the planet." He brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Don't ever leave me again Seajae. Promise me if things get tight again we'll deal with them together. Promise me." Seajae saw the panic in his eyes. He was afraid of loosing her again. He held her tighter. She brushed her hand over his cheek.
"I promise. I will never run away again." She kissed him and they made love like it was the first time. Slow and steady. It was just the two of them in there own little world. No criminals, no past, no present just the two of them.