What Can You Lose 2/?
Summary: Two years after the events in "The Price of Nobility" Faith and Bosco's relationship has grown, but will either of them be willing to take the next step? Back by popular demand….
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Bosco was staring at the ceiling when he heard Faith walking toward his room. Please, God, let her come in here and get in bed. When her footsteps continued past his door into the bathroom, he took a deep breath and decided it was time to stare at the wall.
Faith walked slowly past Bosco's bedroom door. It was too dark to see if he was sleeping, so she continued on to the bathroom. Maybe I could go get in bed with him while he's sleeping. If he catches me, I could pretend I'm sleepwalking. When she looks into the room again, she sees that Bosco has turned to face the wall. "Bos, are you still awake?" She whispers.
"Yeah, Faith, what do you need?" Please say me. Bosco sits up and turns toward the door. She looks like an angel with the light from the bathroom behind her.
You. "Do you have a shirt or something I could sleep in?" I love it when he wears those little sleeveless undershirts.
"Um, yeah, I'm sorry I didn't think of that." Bosco gets out of bed and crosses to his dresser. He pulls out his Camelot Cup shirt and a pair of his NYPD shorts. "You sure you don't want to sleep in here? It's kind of cold in there."
Are you kidding me? "Yeah, no, I'm fine. Maybe I'll turn down the air conditioner if I get cold. Thanks." Faith takes the clothes into the bathroom to change.
Bosco crosses the hall and lays his head on the closed door wanting more than anything to thump his head against it or open it and take Faith in his arms. He hears her start to turn the knob and jumps back across the hall. "So, anything else?" Real smooth, it's not like you've never had a woman here before.
"No, I'm good. The shorts are a little big, but hey, I'm just going to be sleeping." Faith starts to head back to the couch.
"If you pull this string…." Bosco's fingers brush against Faith's stomach as he reaches for the drawstring on the front of the shorts. He freezes realizing he's just put his hand down the front of Faith's pants. For a second, neither of them move. "Um, yeah, you know how to work those." Bosco stares at his feet as he backs away.
"Oh, I should have seen that, thanks." How many times are you gonna say "thanks?" Real smooth, no wonder you can't get a man. "Goodnight again, Bos. I might turn on the tv if it won't bother you."
"No, that sounds good. Maybe we can find a good movie to watch." Bosco leaves the door of his room and heads back into the living room. He sits on the couch and grabs the remote.
What is this, torture Faith night? Faith watches Bosco on the couch in his little shirt and boxers before moving to sit next to him. "Aren't you tired?"
What is this, torture Bosco night? Faith fills out that shirt a lot better than I do and she's not wearing a bra. "No, not really. You wanna lie down? I could move." Or you could lean up against me and I could hold you some more.
"No, you're fine." Faith makes a bold move – or at least bold for her – and lays her head on Bosco's shoulder. She keeps her eyes glued on the tv and tries to pretend she sits on the couch with her half naked partner with her head on his shoulder every day. "When Harry Met Sally" is just starting and Bosco doesn't change the channel. Am I in an alternate universe?
"I've got an idea." Bosco moves the pillow and gestures for Faith to stand up. He puts one foot up on the couch and leans back. "You sit here, then you can fall asleep if you get tired." He indicated the portion of the couch between his legs. Definitely torture Bosco night.
Definitely an alternate universe. "Ok" Faith says before sinking back against Bosco's chest while stifling a contented sigh. Harry and Sally barely make it to New York before Bosco falls asleep with Faith in his arms.
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Faith awakes to "Regis and Kelly" and to Bosco's hand on her breast. She can tell he's still sleeping by the way he's breathing. Now the dilemma – sit quietly and revel in the feel of his hand or carefully move it before he wakes up and this whole situation gets embarrassing. Faith decides a compromise is in order. I'll move it when a commercial comes on she thinks as she snuggles further into his embrace.
Bosco feels Faith moving against him then realizes where his hand is. Now the dilemma – sit quietly and revel in the feel of her breast or carefully move my hand before she wakes up and this whole situation gets embarrassing. I'll move it when a commercial comes on he thinks as he tightens his arms around her.
An "Herbal Essences" commercial comes on and Faith moves her hand to cover Bosco's with the intent of moving it. When his whole body tenses at the touch of her hand, she realizes he's awake. As the actress oohs and aahs on the television screen, Faith turns and looks into Bosco's eyes, their noses practically touching. She belatedly realizes she's still holding his hand to her breast and jumps back. "Um, good morning?"
"Yeah, uh, you sleep ok?" Bosco rubs his eyes in an attempt to channel Douglas Adams – if I can't see her, she can't see me. It doesn't work.
"Yep, comfy couch. I'll make you some breakfast." Faith practically sprints from the room and into the kitchen. She finds eggs and bacon in the refrigerator and starts to work.
"Um, Faith, you kinda lost these." Bosco stands at the door to the kitchen with the NYPD shorts she must have lost during her mad dash. He tries to appear to be doing a detailed study of his refrigerator magnets while holding the shorts out to her.
"Forgot the stringy thing....thanks." Faith takes the shorts and Bosco bolts for the bathroom. This is going to be a long day she thinks as she struggles to put on the shorts.
Bosco leans against the closed bathroom door. This is going to be a long day he thinks as he bangs his head softly against the door.
Summary: Two years after the events in "The Price of Nobility" Faith and Bosco's relationship has grown, but will either of them be willing to take the next step? Back by popular demand….
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Bosco was staring at the ceiling when he heard Faith walking toward his room. Please, God, let her come in here and get in bed. When her footsteps continued past his door into the bathroom, he took a deep breath and decided it was time to stare at the wall.
Faith walked slowly past Bosco's bedroom door. It was too dark to see if he was sleeping, so she continued on to the bathroom. Maybe I could go get in bed with him while he's sleeping. If he catches me, I could pretend I'm sleepwalking. When she looks into the room again, she sees that Bosco has turned to face the wall. "Bos, are you still awake?" She whispers.
"Yeah, Faith, what do you need?" Please say me. Bosco sits up and turns toward the door. She looks like an angel with the light from the bathroom behind her.
You. "Do you have a shirt or something I could sleep in?" I love it when he wears those little sleeveless undershirts.
"Um, yeah, I'm sorry I didn't think of that." Bosco gets out of bed and crosses to his dresser. He pulls out his Camelot Cup shirt and a pair of his NYPD shorts. "You sure you don't want to sleep in here? It's kind of cold in there."
Are you kidding me? "Yeah, no, I'm fine. Maybe I'll turn down the air conditioner if I get cold. Thanks." Faith takes the clothes into the bathroom to change.
Bosco crosses the hall and lays his head on the closed door wanting more than anything to thump his head against it or open it and take Faith in his arms. He hears her start to turn the knob and jumps back across the hall. "So, anything else?" Real smooth, it's not like you've never had a woman here before.
"No, I'm good. The shorts are a little big, but hey, I'm just going to be sleeping." Faith starts to head back to the couch.
"If you pull this string…." Bosco's fingers brush against Faith's stomach as he reaches for the drawstring on the front of the shorts. He freezes realizing he's just put his hand down the front of Faith's pants. For a second, neither of them move. "Um, yeah, you know how to work those." Bosco stares at his feet as he backs away.
"Oh, I should have seen that, thanks." How many times are you gonna say "thanks?" Real smooth, no wonder you can't get a man. "Goodnight again, Bos. I might turn on the tv if it won't bother you."
"No, that sounds good. Maybe we can find a good movie to watch." Bosco leaves the door of his room and heads back into the living room. He sits on the couch and grabs the remote.
What is this, torture Faith night? Faith watches Bosco on the couch in his little shirt and boxers before moving to sit next to him. "Aren't you tired?"
What is this, torture Bosco night? Faith fills out that shirt a lot better than I do and she's not wearing a bra. "No, not really. You wanna lie down? I could move." Or you could lean up against me and I could hold you some more.
"No, you're fine." Faith makes a bold move – or at least bold for her – and lays her head on Bosco's shoulder. She keeps her eyes glued on the tv and tries to pretend she sits on the couch with her half naked partner with her head on his shoulder every day. "When Harry Met Sally" is just starting and Bosco doesn't change the channel. Am I in an alternate universe?
"I've got an idea." Bosco moves the pillow and gestures for Faith to stand up. He puts one foot up on the couch and leans back. "You sit here, then you can fall asleep if you get tired." He indicated the portion of the couch between his legs. Definitely torture Bosco night.
Definitely an alternate universe. "Ok" Faith says before sinking back against Bosco's chest while stifling a contented sigh. Harry and Sally barely make it to New York before Bosco falls asleep with Faith in his arms.
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Faith awakes to "Regis and Kelly" and to Bosco's hand on her breast. She can tell he's still sleeping by the way he's breathing. Now the dilemma – sit quietly and revel in the feel of his hand or carefully move it before he wakes up and this whole situation gets embarrassing. Faith decides a compromise is in order. I'll move it when a commercial comes on she thinks as she snuggles further into his embrace.
Bosco feels Faith moving against him then realizes where his hand is. Now the dilemma – sit quietly and revel in the feel of her breast or carefully move my hand before she wakes up and this whole situation gets embarrassing. I'll move it when a commercial comes on he thinks as he tightens his arms around her.
An "Herbal Essences" commercial comes on and Faith moves her hand to cover Bosco's with the intent of moving it. When his whole body tenses at the touch of her hand, she realizes he's awake. As the actress oohs and aahs on the television screen, Faith turns and looks into Bosco's eyes, their noses practically touching. She belatedly realizes she's still holding his hand to her breast and jumps back. "Um, good morning?"
"Yeah, uh, you sleep ok?" Bosco rubs his eyes in an attempt to channel Douglas Adams – if I can't see her, she can't see me. It doesn't work.
"Yep, comfy couch. I'll make you some breakfast." Faith practically sprints from the room and into the kitchen. She finds eggs and bacon in the refrigerator and starts to work.
"Um, Faith, you kinda lost these." Bosco stands at the door to the kitchen with the NYPD shorts she must have lost during her mad dash. He tries to appear to be doing a detailed study of his refrigerator magnets while holding the shorts out to her.
"Forgot the stringy thing....thanks." Faith takes the shorts and Bosco bolts for the bathroom. This is going to be a long day she thinks as she struggles to put on the shorts.
Bosco leans against the closed bathroom door. This is going to be a long day he thinks as he bangs his head softly against the door.