Disclaimer: Same ol' Same ol'
AN: There s a lil sex in here for all of those Not much.. but it makes you
think. purrrrr
"Where are you?" I panted, wishing Brock were right next to me, "I need you." I stood there wishing so hard, I could almost feel his arms wrap around my shoulders holding me tight. I closed my eyes, wishing what I was feeling was real, it wasn't until he spoke that I realized it was real. And those really were his arms wrapped around me. And that really was his chin resting on my shoulder.
"Whats wrong?," came softly in my ear.
I whirled around startled, giving him a punch in the ribs, "JESUS H. TAP DACNCING CHRIST!" I howled, "What are you doing here!?"
Brock just groaned and held his ribs as he fell dramatically on the couch, "Oh Maggie Baby you wound me."
I couldn't describe what I felt staring at him as he sat there looking up at me his best version of the wounded puppy dog look. It was a mixture or relief, and happiness, and almost a feeling of resentment and irritation seeing him there. I felt guilty that he was here, it was all my fault he was missing the show and I resented him making me feel like that. I put my hands on my hips, and stood in front of him, "Did she call you?" I demanded.
Brock looked confused, "Did who call me?"
"Anna. Did she call you?" I repeated.
"No, was she supposed to?"
"Ok please don't lie to me Brock. I don't know if I could take it right now."
Brock leaned forward and grabbed my hands in his, "I'm not lying to you. Why would I?"
I jerked my hands out of his and turned away still not believing him, "Then what are you doing here?" my resentment and irritation levels grew, "Didn't you think I could handle this on my own? You felt the need to come and save me?"
Brock got up and started pacing around the room running a hand over his hair, "Why are you being like this Maggie?" he shouted, "What the hell has gotten into you? I made a special trip here, I'm tired, I haven't showered, I haven't eaten, and my ribs hurt like a mother. All I wanted to do was see you and all you can say 'what the hell are you doing here'?" I turned away from him and started crying, "Then I'm leaving if that's what you want. Let me say good bye to Grayson and I'll just get the hell out of here." He turned from and started to storm out of the room.
I froze at his words. He didn't know. Anna didn't call him. Shit, I cursed silently, you screw things up once again Danials. I angrily gave the bag a good punch and then held on to it as it swung to me.
"Brock." I called softly to him as he started to walk out. He stopped in the doorway, not turning around.
"Yeah?" at least he didn't sound so angry.
I slowly sat down on the couch, perching on the edge, "Brock, Grayson's not here."
He turned around in the doorway and leaned against it, arms crossed against his chest, "I'm not following." I buried my face in my hands, starting a fresh batch a tears. Brock walked over slowly and knelt in front of me, "Where is he?"
"They took him."
His hands ran down my bare arms sending little happy shocks to my brain, "Who took him?"
"Child services, they don't want me with him during the trial."
Brock let loose a trail of expletives a mile wide and would have made a sailor blush, as he sat on the couch pulling me into his lap and holding me tight as I cried against his shoulder.
"Baby I'm so sorry." He murmured in my ear, his warm breathe on my ear sent shivers down my spin, but in a an incredibly good way,. "We'll get him back don't worry."
"I have to worry." I choked out. "I'm his mother."
He signed and pulled me closer, "Sorry, that came out wrong. Do you at least get to visit him?"
I sat back wiping my eyes, "yeah, but it has to be supervised and court approved."
"Well that's somethin' ain't it?" He kissed my forehead gently, "C'mon lets get you into bed. You know what my mom says right?"
"Things always look better in the morning."
"That's right they do. My momma ain't no foo'"
"That's the worst Mr. T impression I've ever heard." I said with a small smile.
"HA! Made you smile, victory is mine. So what do I win?"
"A lifetime supply of cookies."
We made it back to my room, Brock looked around and laughed at the mess, "So did we have a moment???" he asked teasingly wrapping his arms around my waist
I looked around laughing, "I really outdid myself didn't I?"
"Its impressive." In my mad hunt for my gloves, I had thrown clothes everywhere; shirts were on the bed, a skirt and some pants on the chair, even a sock on the ceiling fan. "Its almost a Kodak moment." He said grinning
"Yeah I'll give you a Kodak moment," I said hitting him playfully, "Why don't you go take a shower and I'll clean this up."
"Beautiful." He kissed my shoulder and headed to the bathroom, "You gonna join me?" he called back.
"You tellin' me I stink Lesner?"
"No just sayin' I wouldn't mind seeing ya nekked." He stuck his head into the doorway and wiggled his eyebrows.
"Get in there." I said laughing throwing a clean towel at him. By the time I cleaned up the clothes, and by cleaned up I mean shoved back inside the suitcase until I felt like doing laundry, he was still in the shower. I thought about his suggestion of the shower and grinned.
The steam poured out as I opened the door slowly sneaking. Brock was humming his entrance music. I laughed silently and rolled my eyes pulling my clothes off and leaving them in another pile on the floor.
I pulled the curtain back slowly; his back was to me what cascading down his shoulders and across his giant tattoo. Steam poured from the opening in the curtain, hitting me like a warm blanket.
"So there room for one more? I asked leaning against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest.
His grin was enough of an answer for me, as I climbed in next to him.
"Where are you?" I panted, wishing Brock were right next to me, "I need you." I stood there wishing so hard, I could almost feel his arms wrap around my shoulders holding me tight. I closed my eyes, wishing what I was feeling was real, it wasn't until he spoke that I realized it was real. And those really were his arms wrapped around me. And that really was his chin resting on my shoulder.
"Whats wrong?," came softly in my ear.
I whirled around startled, giving him a punch in the ribs, "JESUS H. TAP DACNCING CHRIST!" I howled, "What are you doing here!?"
Brock just groaned and held his ribs as he fell dramatically on the couch, "Oh Maggie Baby you wound me."
I couldn't describe what I felt staring at him as he sat there looking up at me his best version of the wounded puppy dog look. It was a mixture or relief, and happiness, and almost a feeling of resentment and irritation seeing him there. I felt guilty that he was here, it was all my fault he was missing the show and I resented him making me feel like that. I put my hands on my hips, and stood in front of him, "Did she call you?" I demanded.
Brock looked confused, "Did who call me?"
"Anna. Did she call you?" I repeated.
"No, was she supposed to?"
"Ok please don't lie to me Brock. I don't know if I could take it right now."
Brock leaned forward and grabbed my hands in his, "I'm not lying to you. Why would I?"
I jerked my hands out of his and turned away still not believing him, "Then what are you doing here?" my resentment and irritation levels grew, "Didn't you think I could handle this on my own? You felt the need to come and save me?"
Brock got up and started pacing around the room running a hand over his hair, "Why are you being like this Maggie?" he shouted, "What the hell has gotten into you? I made a special trip here, I'm tired, I haven't showered, I haven't eaten, and my ribs hurt like a mother. All I wanted to do was see you and all you can say 'what the hell are you doing here'?" I turned away from him and started crying, "Then I'm leaving if that's what you want. Let me say good bye to Grayson and I'll just get the hell out of here." He turned from and started to storm out of the room.
I froze at his words. He didn't know. Anna didn't call him. Shit, I cursed silently, you screw things up once again Danials. I angrily gave the bag a good punch and then held on to it as it swung to me.
"Brock." I called softly to him as he started to walk out. He stopped in the doorway, not turning around.
"Yeah?" at least he didn't sound so angry.
I slowly sat down on the couch, perching on the edge, "Brock, Grayson's not here."
He turned around in the doorway and leaned against it, arms crossed against his chest, "I'm not following." I buried my face in my hands, starting a fresh batch a tears. Brock walked over slowly and knelt in front of me, "Where is he?"
"They took him."
His hands ran down my bare arms sending little happy shocks to my brain, "Who took him?"
"Child services, they don't want me with him during the trial."
Brock let loose a trail of expletives a mile wide and would have made a sailor blush, as he sat on the couch pulling me into his lap and holding me tight as I cried against his shoulder.
"Baby I'm so sorry." He murmured in my ear, his warm breathe on my ear sent shivers down my spin, but in a an incredibly good way,. "We'll get him back don't worry."
"I have to worry." I choked out. "I'm his mother."
He signed and pulled me closer, "Sorry, that came out wrong. Do you at least get to visit him?"
I sat back wiping my eyes, "yeah, but it has to be supervised and court approved."
"Well that's somethin' ain't it?" He kissed my forehead gently, "C'mon lets get you into bed. You know what my mom says right?"
"Things always look better in the morning."
"That's right they do. My momma ain't no foo'"
"That's the worst Mr. T impression I've ever heard." I said with a small smile.
"HA! Made you smile, victory is mine. So what do I win?"
"A lifetime supply of cookies."
We made it back to my room, Brock looked around and laughed at the mess, "So did we have a moment???" he asked teasingly wrapping his arms around my waist
I looked around laughing, "I really outdid myself didn't I?"
"Its impressive." In my mad hunt for my gloves, I had thrown clothes everywhere; shirts were on the bed, a skirt and some pants on the chair, even a sock on the ceiling fan. "Its almost a Kodak moment." He said grinning
"Yeah I'll give you a Kodak moment," I said hitting him playfully, "Why don't you go take a shower and I'll clean this up."
"Beautiful." He kissed my shoulder and headed to the bathroom, "You gonna join me?" he called back.
"You tellin' me I stink Lesner?"
"No just sayin' I wouldn't mind seeing ya nekked." He stuck his head into the doorway and wiggled his eyebrows.
"Get in there." I said laughing throwing a clean towel at him. By the time I cleaned up the clothes, and by cleaned up I mean shoved back inside the suitcase until I felt like doing laundry, he was still in the shower. I thought about his suggestion of the shower and grinned.
The steam poured out as I opened the door slowly sneaking. Brock was humming his entrance music. I laughed silently and rolled my eyes pulling my clothes off and leaving them in another pile on the floor.
I pulled the curtain back slowly; his back was to me what cascading down his shoulders and across his giant tattoo. Steam poured from the opening in the curtain, hitting me like a warm blanket.
"So there room for one more? I asked leaning against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest.
His grin was enough of an answer for me, as I climbed in next to him.