Sharing Expenses Chapter Five
As luck would have it, things at the Sheriff's Department the next day were hectic and when Kenny arrived back at the apartment, he was in a terrifically horrible mood. The only plus for the day so far had been that he'd seen next month's schedule and he and Max were back on the same rotation and as a result would be once again full time partners.
Kenny came home, with pizza and beer and found Max sitting on the sofa reading a magazine, "You're late," she said without looking up from her reading, "Everything all right at the office."
"Yeah," Kenny groaned dropping on the sofa not even bothering to take off his jacket; he just dropped the pizza and beer on the table and himself into the chair.
"Are you all right?" Max asked, tossing her magazine aside and paying attention to her friend and colleague.
"Yeah, I just had a bad day. It seemed like...this morning I got called to a case where a thirteen year old girl beat up her mom with a baseball bat and now her mom is dead, then, Mr. Wenerbeck from Oak Avenue went off his lithium and tried to jump off the top of his maple tree, and finally to top it all off, when I finally get a few moments to myself this guy walks in off the street claiming that he's dead, all before lunch. Then, we finally get a break in the Schindler case and...Max I couldn't...I can't...the plates belonged to Jimmy's car, Max," Kenny finally blurted out.
For a moment, Max just stared at Kenny and tried to grasp the reality of what he had said. She knew that sometimes there were days that were very upsetting and disturbing and even more so to Kenny because he took everything in and kept it close to him. Max had learned early on in her career, that their were two kinds of cops, those who kept their feelings and those who got rid of them, and she learned that if you kept your feelings you were going to get down on themselves from time to time and she also learned that it was only the best cops that did this, and Kenny was the best cop she knew.
"Oh, God..." she said after a minute, "Kenny what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I can't imagine who would have...I know Kim would not have and Zach...that only leaves..."
"Matt," they said simultaneously.
"But what are we going to do?" Max asked Kenny.
"We? I found out about this, you don't have to get involved in this Max," Kenny told her wanting to shield her from the unpleasant business.
"Yeah, Kenny, there is. We're partners, not so much since it's been shorthanded, but this is our case and it's our responsibility," she told him, "but for now," she said leaning over him and pulling on the shoulders of his jacket to remove it, "you are going to relax and let me take care of you for a change. Now, take off you uniform, throw on some sweats and I'll heat up the pizza and get the mugs for the beer."
Kenny got up and shed his jacket leaving it lying on the sofa. He kicked off his shoes on the way to the back room wear he shed his uniform. It was warm that night, so Kenny chose a pair of cutoffs shorts and a tank top and returned to the sofa where Max had warmed the pizza and poured beer into the frosted mugs he kept in the fridge. Slipping the video she had rented into the machine, Max handed Kenny his beer and two slices of pizza.
"What movie did you rent?" Kenny asked taking a long sip of his beer.
"What else," Max replied as the logo for Top Gun came across the screen.
"A woman after my own heart," Kenny replied with a laugh, placing his beer on the table.
Max snuggled a bit closer to Kenny and watched the film. She was partial to Tom Cruise and Val Kilmer while he was partial to the action and the planes and the action of the film. It was their film. A perfect fit.
When the pizza and beer had been consumed and the film had ended, Max's head was resting on Kenny's strong shoulder. He shifted beneath her cheek and she lifted her head, "What?"
"Nothing, I'm getting a little stiff sitting here," Kenny said lifting his muscular arms over his head to stretch.
"Turn around," Max told him, "I'll give you a massage."
Kenny doubted that he'd be able to handle Max's hands on his bare skin caressing his shoulders, but he did need some human contact and he would love to get it from Max so all he said was thanks and gave her his back.
Max rubbed her hands together to warm her palms before putting her small hands and Kenny's broad shoulders. Her small fingers manipulated the muscles under his soft smooth skin and she flinched at the stiffness she felt in them. Kenny was a tough guy, a hard nosed cop, but he took everything to heart and it showed.
Max's hands worked the hard muscles. She kneaded slowly reaching into the very depths of his skin, trying to realize the stress there, trying to make him comfortable and relaxed as possible.
Kenny let out a moan of pleasure as he felt Max's hands working his shoulders, his neck down his spine. He shivered at her touch and found it difficult to control his body's reactions much longer. Kenny turned around and looked at Max's eyes. They were shining with emotion. She was so beautiful, so soft and feminine and he couldn't help but touch her skin.
Kenny ran a hand down her cheek and then ran a long finger across her lips which parted under his touch.
"Max," he breathed his blue gaze holding hers, "How do you always know the right thing to do?"
"Kenny," she said, that one word holding so much information, so much emotion.
"No, Max, I mean it. Last night, you knew everything in my head, and tonight, you know exactly what I needed. You knew I needed to be touched, to be...Max, what's going on with us?" Kenny asked his voice very soft, his eyes questioning.
"Maybe, sometimes after people have...we've been living together a while and maybe we just..."
"Just?" Kenny asked, moving his head closer, tilting it to one side as if ready to kiss her and force her to answer him the way he wanted her to. He wanted her to say it was just that she was in love with him, that her innate knowledge of his innermost needs was because they were connected on some spiritual level, deeper than that of partners and friends.
Max pulled her head back a bit and sighed, "It's just we've been friends so long and partners and it's hard not to get to know the person you spend most of your time with." Max knew she was rambling but she couldn't admit to Kenny what she was feeling or what she thought she was feeling.
Kenny moved back away from Max, "True," he acknowledged, "I'm glad I have you Max. You mean everything to me, you know that?"
"Yes, Kenny," she replied, closing the distance between them again, her voice barely above a whisper, "I know that."
Kenny bent his head lifted Max's face up to meet his. He smiled a slight smile as he brought his lips to her cheek bone, her forehead, her nose, and finally to where it hovered just above her lips.
"Can I, Max?" Kenny asked in a hushed tone
"Yes," Max sighed, "Yes."
As luck would have it, things at the Sheriff's Department the next day were hectic and when Kenny arrived back at the apartment, he was in a terrifically horrible mood. The only plus for the day so far had been that he'd seen next month's schedule and he and Max were back on the same rotation and as a result would be once again full time partners.
Kenny came home, with pizza and beer and found Max sitting on the sofa reading a magazine, "You're late," she said without looking up from her reading, "Everything all right at the office."
"Yeah," Kenny groaned dropping on the sofa not even bothering to take off his jacket; he just dropped the pizza and beer on the table and himself into the chair.
"Are you all right?" Max asked, tossing her magazine aside and paying attention to her friend and colleague.
"Yeah, I just had a bad day. It seemed like...this morning I got called to a case where a thirteen year old girl beat up her mom with a baseball bat and now her mom is dead, then, Mr. Wenerbeck from Oak Avenue went off his lithium and tried to jump off the top of his maple tree, and finally to top it all off, when I finally get a few moments to myself this guy walks in off the street claiming that he's dead, all before lunch. Then, we finally get a break in the Schindler case and...Max I couldn't...I can't...the plates belonged to Jimmy's car, Max," Kenny finally blurted out.
For a moment, Max just stared at Kenny and tried to grasp the reality of what he had said. She knew that sometimes there were days that were very upsetting and disturbing and even more so to Kenny because he took everything in and kept it close to him. Max had learned early on in her career, that their were two kinds of cops, those who kept their feelings and those who got rid of them, and she learned that if you kept your feelings you were going to get down on themselves from time to time and she also learned that it was only the best cops that did this, and Kenny was the best cop she knew.
"Oh, God..." she said after a minute, "Kenny what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I can't imagine who would have...I know Kim would not have and Zach...that only leaves..."
"Matt," they said simultaneously.
"But what are we going to do?" Max asked Kenny.
"We? I found out about this, you don't have to get involved in this Max," Kenny told her wanting to shield her from the unpleasant business.
"Yeah, Kenny, there is. We're partners, not so much since it's been shorthanded, but this is our case and it's our responsibility," she told him, "but for now," she said leaning over him and pulling on the shoulders of his jacket to remove it, "you are going to relax and let me take care of you for a change. Now, take off you uniform, throw on some sweats and I'll heat up the pizza and get the mugs for the beer."
Kenny got up and shed his jacket leaving it lying on the sofa. He kicked off his shoes on the way to the back room wear he shed his uniform. It was warm that night, so Kenny chose a pair of cutoffs shorts and a tank top and returned to the sofa where Max had warmed the pizza and poured beer into the frosted mugs he kept in the fridge. Slipping the video she had rented into the machine, Max handed Kenny his beer and two slices of pizza.
"What movie did you rent?" Kenny asked taking a long sip of his beer.
"What else," Max replied as the logo for Top Gun came across the screen.
"A woman after my own heart," Kenny replied with a laugh, placing his beer on the table.
Max snuggled a bit closer to Kenny and watched the film. She was partial to Tom Cruise and Val Kilmer while he was partial to the action and the planes and the action of the film. It was their film. A perfect fit.
When the pizza and beer had been consumed and the film had ended, Max's head was resting on Kenny's strong shoulder. He shifted beneath her cheek and she lifted her head, "What?"
"Nothing, I'm getting a little stiff sitting here," Kenny said lifting his muscular arms over his head to stretch.
"Turn around," Max told him, "I'll give you a massage."
Kenny doubted that he'd be able to handle Max's hands on his bare skin caressing his shoulders, but he did need some human contact and he would love to get it from Max so all he said was thanks and gave her his back.
Max rubbed her hands together to warm her palms before putting her small hands and Kenny's broad shoulders. Her small fingers manipulated the muscles under his soft smooth skin and she flinched at the stiffness she felt in them. Kenny was a tough guy, a hard nosed cop, but he took everything to heart and it showed.
Max's hands worked the hard muscles. She kneaded slowly reaching into the very depths of his skin, trying to realize the stress there, trying to make him comfortable and relaxed as possible.
Kenny let out a moan of pleasure as he felt Max's hands working his shoulders, his neck down his spine. He shivered at her touch and found it difficult to control his body's reactions much longer. Kenny turned around and looked at Max's eyes. They were shining with emotion. She was so beautiful, so soft and feminine and he couldn't help but touch her skin.
Kenny ran a hand down her cheek and then ran a long finger across her lips which parted under his touch.
"Max," he breathed his blue gaze holding hers, "How do you always know the right thing to do?"
"Kenny," she said, that one word holding so much information, so much emotion.
"No, Max, I mean it. Last night, you knew everything in my head, and tonight, you know exactly what I needed. You knew I needed to be touched, to be...Max, what's going on with us?" Kenny asked his voice very soft, his eyes questioning.
"Maybe, sometimes after people have...we've been living together a while and maybe we just..."
"Just?" Kenny asked, moving his head closer, tilting it to one side as if ready to kiss her and force her to answer him the way he wanted her to. He wanted her to say it was just that she was in love with him, that her innate knowledge of his innermost needs was because they were connected on some spiritual level, deeper than that of partners and friends.
Max pulled her head back a bit and sighed, "It's just we've been friends so long and partners and it's hard not to get to know the person you spend most of your time with." Max knew she was rambling but she couldn't admit to Kenny what she was feeling or what she thought she was feeling.
Kenny moved back away from Max, "True," he acknowledged, "I'm glad I have you Max. You mean everything to me, you know that?"
"Yes, Kenny," she replied, closing the distance between them again, her voice barely above a whisper, "I know that."
Kenny bent his head lifted Max's face up to meet his. He smiled a slight smile as he brought his lips to her cheek bone, her forehead, her nose, and finally to where it hovered just above her lips.
"Can I, Max?" Kenny asked in a hushed tone
"Yes," Max sighed, "Yes."