When Faith opened the door to her apartment she knew something had changed.
It was empty, Fred's and the kid's stuff had gone. She sat down on the
couch where Bos had slept just the night before. She knew she should be
screaming and shouting but she was glad Fred had gone and as much as a
loved her kids, and she loved them to pieces, she realised they were better
off with their father, he had time to spend with them and he knew them
better than her. Faith wasn't thinking about her husband, she was thinking
about her partner. She picked up the phone to call him but when he
answered she put it down. He rang back and Faith let the machine get it.
"I know that was you Faith, what's up? I don't know what happened today
but it was great and I, uh, I dunno. Oh just pick up" Faith picked up the
phone and just said "Fred left and took the kids"
"Oh God, I'm sorry Faith"
"I'm ok, really. Strange thing is I wasn't thinking about them I was
thinking about you." There was silence.
"Bosco, are you there?"
"Yeah, Faith I'm here and I think we need to do some serious talking."
"Shall I come over? Or do you have plans?" She added quickly, realising
that perhaps he had a date tonight.
"Yeah, ok" he replied. Faith put the phone down and grabbed her keys.
It took her nearly an hour to get to Bosco's despite the fact it was about one in the morning. Roads were icy and traffic lights stuck on red. She ran up the four flights of steps and knocked on flat 52a. The door opened almost straight away and Bosco leaned in for an awkward kiss on the cheek. They both sat on the couch staring straight ahead. "I'll go first" Faith volunteered. Bosco was silent so she began. "Fred and I have been together since high school, we had problems but it was good. When I met you, I thought you were such an arrogant prick and you still have your moments" she said looking up at him "but you came to mean everything to me and when you opened up to me last night my feelings for you came flying out. You woke me at two with a nightmare and I loved just rubbing your back and tonight in the squad car, I saw the little curls of hair behind your ear and the cut on your jaw and for once everything added up. You and me, we made sense" Bosco pressed his thumb to his forehead and said nothing. "Perhaps I should just go" Faith said, almost in tears as she stood up. "No" said Bosco standing up to face her. "When we met and got partnered together I couldn't stand the thought of working with a woman, but last night there was never any doubt that you were the only one who could cure the pain, you were the only one I wanted to rub my back and dry my eyes. And, today, well" he exhaled sharply "was amazing but I don't know what any of this means. What if we just ruined a brilliant friendship, what if this turned out to be, just fantasy, turned out to be...nothing" They both sat down and sunk their heads into their chests. Bosco spoke first. "I've never felt this; it's always been about the sex. They get up and leave before dawn and I never call" he laughed. "I've never been in love in before but if it means that you couldn't imagine being without someone, if you would die for that person, then Faith, I love you." Bosco looked up at her with his puppy dog eyes and shrugged his shoulders. "Bos, if you don't mean it don't say it" "I've always known Faith, but I've never believed it could happen and now we're here and I'm..." "What?" Faith said impatiently "Scared" he finished. Faith stepped forwards and captured his mouth with hers. "Maurice Boscorelli I love you" he returned the kiss and said "I love you too" as his tongue snaked its way into her mouth. She broke away and he moaned. "You are not getting lucky tonight" she said. "We should take this slow" he said entwining her fingers with his. "Hungry?" Bosco asked. "Starving." Said Faith.
Bosco rang for Chinese and Faith sat on the couch. She had left her flat in a hurry with only a thin jumper on and there appeared to be no heating in Bosco's flat. She began to shiver. Bosco crept up behind her and placed a blanket over her shoulders, Faith tilted her head up to meet his and they kissed again. He jumped over the side of the couch and ended up knelt over her. She pushed her hands inside his jumper and ran her fingers along his stomach muscles. She reached her head inside his jumper and kissed the places that her fingers had just travelled. Faith's mouth and hands both reached his nipples at he same time and he made a throaty, high pitched noise as she licked and kneaded them. The door bell rang but neither of them moved. Eventually Faith pushed Bosco off her and went to the door. She collected the Chinese and Bosco came up beside to her to pay. They sat on the lounge floor and Faith opened a container. She scooped up some noodles with her chopsticks and fed them to Bos. The sauce was running down his chin and she leaned forward to lick it off. By the time the makeout session had finished the food was cold and they weren't hungry anymore. Faith went to put the food in the bin and tidy the kitchen while Boz turned on the television. As Faith had finished clearing away she turned at the sound of a loud noise. Bosco was watching coverage of the September 11th attacks; it was hard to believe it was six months ago. When she reached Bos he was shaking. She rested her elbows on the back of the couch and leaned into to whisper in his ear. "You didn't run, I saw you, you helped people, you saved lives" she kissed his cheek. "You're my hero Maurice". He reached his hand to her head and grabbed chunks of my hair as he roughly kissed her. "Stay" he mumbled. "I'm not going anywhere" she replied and took his hand and led him to the bedroom. They had said we would take it slow and they were true to their word, cuddling up and falling asleep.
It took her nearly an hour to get to Bosco's despite the fact it was about one in the morning. Roads were icy and traffic lights stuck on red. She ran up the four flights of steps and knocked on flat 52a. The door opened almost straight away and Bosco leaned in for an awkward kiss on the cheek. They both sat on the couch staring straight ahead. "I'll go first" Faith volunteered. Bosco was silent so she began. "Fred and I have been together since high school, we had problems but it was good. When I met you, I thought you were such an arrogant prick and you still have your moments" she said looking up at him "but you came to mean everything to me and when you opened up to me last night my feelings for you came flying out. You woke me at two with a nightmare and I loved just rubbing your back and tonight in the squad car, I saw the little curls of hair behind your ear and the cut on your jaw and for once everything added up. You and me, we made sense" Bosco pressed his thumb to his forehead and said nothing. "Perhaps I should just go" Faith said, almost in tears as she stood up. "No" said Bosco standing up to face her. "When we met and got partnered together I couldn't stand the thought of working with a woman, but last night there was never any doubt that you were the only one who could cure the pain, you were the only one I wanted to rub my back and dry my eyes. And, today, well" he exhaled sharply "was amazing but I don't know what any of this means. What if we just ruined a brilliant friendship, what if this turned out to be, just fantasy, turned out to be...nothing" They both sat down and sunk their heads into their chests. Bosco spoke first. "I've never felt this; it's always been about the sex. They get up and leave before dawn and I never call" he laughed. "I've never been in love in before but if it means that you couldn't imagine being without someone, if you would die for that person, then Faith, I love you." Bosco looked up at her with his puppy dog eyes and shrugged his shoulders. "Bos, if you don't mean it don't say it" "I've always known Faith, but I've never believed it could happen and now we're here and I'm..." "What?" Faith said impatiently "Scared" he finished. Faith stepped forwards and captured his mouth with hers. "Maurice Boscorelli I love you" he returned the kiss and said "I love you too" as his tongue snaked its way into her mouth. She broke away and he moaned. "You are not getting lucky tonight" she said. "We should take this slow" he said entwining her fingers with his. "Hungry?" Bosco asked. "Starving." Said Faith.
Bosco rang for Chinese and Faith sat on the couch. She had left her flat in a hurry with only a thin jumper on and there appeared to be no heating in Bosco's flat. She began to shiver. Bosco crept up behind her and placed a blanket over her shoulders, Faith tilted her head up to meet his and they kissed again. He jumped over the side of the couch and ended up knelt over her. She pushed her hands inside his jumper and ran her fingers along his stomach muscles. She reached her head inside his jumper and kissed the places that her fingers had just travelled. Faith's mouth and hands both reached his nipples at he same time and he made a throaty, high pitched noise as she licked and kneaded them. The door bell rang but neither of them moved. Eventually Faith pushed Bosco off her and went to the door. She collected the Chinese and Bosco came up beside to her to pay. They sat on the lounge floor and Faith opened a container. She scooped up some noodles with her chopsticks and fed them to Bos. The sauce was running down his chin and she leaned forward to lick it off. By the time the makeout session had finished the food was cold and they weren't hungry anymore. Faith went to put the food in the bin and tidy the kitchen while Boz turned on the television. As Faith had finished clearing away she turned at the sound of a loud noise. Bosco was watching coverage of the September 11th attacks; it was hard to believe it was six months ago. When she reached Bos he was shaking. She rested her elbows on the back of the couch and leaned into to whisper in his ear. "You didn't run, I saw you, you helped people, you saved lives" she kissed his cheek. "You're my hero Maurice". He reached his hand to her head and grabbed chunks of my hair as he roughly kissed her. "Stay" he mumbled. "I'm not going anywhere" she replied and took his hand and led him to the bedroom. They had said we would take it slow and they were true to their word, cuddling up and falling asleep.