The Wants of the Few
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Author's Note: I hate this chapter, but I can't figure out why.
Chapter 8 – Friends?
Gracia hung up the phone and turned to look at Roy. Awkwardness invaded and filled the room until the two felt they were choking on it. What were they supposed to do now? They both felt it…they'd shared a kiss, there was chemistry, but was it for each other or for the ones they'd dreamed about?
"I should leave." He said hoping she wouldn't bring it up. No such luck.
"Roy, wait. We need to talk about this." Gracia said, she could feel her face burning…she'd rather be anywhere else right now.
"Gracia…I'm sorry. I was out of line, I really didn't mean to."
"No, it's okay. To be perfectly honest, I- I sort of…enjoyed it." She said much to his surprise. Roy found himself smiling slightly, "Yeah, I did too."
"So…what do we do now?" Gracia said, she barely had time to get the words out before she found his lips on hers once more. The kiss lasted only a few moments, but it made a definite decision of things. Roy pulled back from her lips smiling widely. Gracia's smile was just as wide, "Did you enjoy that?"
He shook his head smiling the whole time, "No, not at all."
She smiled back at him and said with a slight laugh, "Good, me neither."
"Friends?" He asked.
She nodded, "Friends." The two made their way back to the couch and sat down. "Are you as relieved as I am?" she asked.
"Yeah," he replied, "I've got enough drama in my love life as it is, I don't need anymore." They smiled at each other again and hugged to show there were no hard feelings. "To tell you the truth…I was dreaming that you were Hawkeye when I kissed you the first time…"
Gracia laughed, "I dreamed you were Maes!" The awkwardness melted away and the two began to feel much better. Roy glanced at the clock on the mantle. 2:00. "I should head home." He said standing up and starting toward the door.
"I'll show you out." Gracia said. After hugging Roy goodbye and inviting him to Elysia's party in the morning she headed back into the living room. She was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open. Determined not to be disturbed she unplugged the phone and dragged herself to bed. For once she was going to get a really good night's sleep.