A/N: Here's the promised second chapter. Thank you all for your kind reviews, you all have done a lot to inspire me! I always appreciate such kind words!
The drive to her apartment was a comfortable one. They had spent so much time together in his black SUV going to and from crime scenes that it was like their natural environment. Tempe flicked on the radio, once again surprising Seeley with her music choices. She bobbed along to the beat, quietly singing along.
"What is this song?"
It was good and he wanted to go and download it later. She blushed
"'Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging' by 'Fallout Boys'"
She made a move to turn it off but he stopped her.
"No, I like it. It's a good song" Hearing this Tempe grinned
"Yeah I like it. It has some great one-liners"
"All Tessa ever listened to was 'Avril Lavigne' and 'Kelly Clarkson'" He pulled a face "you get sick of hearing about their broken hearts" He pretended to shudder.
She laughed "Yeah, they're all well and good every once and awhile, but all the time? I pity you" She pretended to shudder too.
They were both laughing now. He liked seeing her laugh. She was beautiful when she laughed. Almost as beautiful as when she was angry. Her face would flush, her eyes would flash and she would toss her head back, flicking her hair in an unconscious gesture of pride. Everything about her fascinated him.
She was driven. Driven in a way that nobody else he had ever met was. She was determined to find the truth at all costs to herself. He had seen her go 72 hours without sleeping when she was working. She would only stop occasionally to refill her mug of hot chocolate, her vice. She would drink about 4 mugs of the stuff on a good day. On a bad day, though, she would drink upwards of 10. He had noticed her hot chocolate habit almost immediately. She never seemed to be far from her purple travel mug full of the stuff. He used it to gauge how much a case was affecting her. He didn't even know if she realised it herself. It seemed like she just did it on autopilot, out of habit.
They drove along in a companionable silence, broken only by the music on the radio. He knew where her apartment was; he had dropped her off there before. As the SUV drew closer to her block they could feel the tension building. Finally they rolled to a stop outside her building.
"Here your are…"
"Here I am…"
They glanced at each other. They didn't know what to say and neither had made a move. She fidgeted with her bag's handle. Finally, looking up she caught his eye. They both smiled. And before she could think further on the matter his lips were on hers. They were both still smiling.
She slipped out of her seat and sat lightly on his knees. His arms wrapped around her waist. He gently played with the hem of her shirt, teasing her by running his finger along her now exposed lower back. She had wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair.
Finally they broke apart, both gasping for breath.
"You want to come up?"
But she already knew the answer.