This is the last one. Hope you liked 'em! R&R : )
.4.
She leans over him, grabbing the file she'd left on the table. Brown eyes glaze with the smell of her perfume, and as she pulls the file across the table she drops a crumpled note in his lap. Dinner? Brown eyes look up—startled—but she is finishing the briefing, cool and calm as ever. Green eyes glance at him—wicked—and he bites back a smile as she discreetly holds fingers behind her back. John—3, Liz—4. Brown eyes glance at white paper, and he grins crookedly. He can live with that.