Title: Public
Rating: T
Summary: After recovering from illness, they get to making up for lost time.
Note: After Everything Repeats, Doesn't It? Second Ridiculous Sentence Prompt "I'm going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else," and Dreamingdreams on FF wondering "Makes me curious who else might have caught them."
Emma panted, leaning her head against Graham's chest. Her head was still buzzing nicely, her body trembling as she came down from her high. His eyes were closed tight, and he was pressing her nearly uncomfortably into the door, boneless after the adrenaline had worn off.
She started giggling, almost uncontrollably. Soon after, she felt the answering rumble from inside his chest.
"Well, that's a new one," she mumbled.
"Better or worse than the station break room?" he murmured back.
She ran one hand through his hair, the other tightening around his neck. "Better locks, and no cameras to wipe."
"Mm," he agreed, and finally released her thighs, letting her feet find purchase on the floor. She leaned even heavier against the door, her legs jellied and shaking. "Inspired idea. Really."
She swallowed, and let her head drift back, the noise echoing across the bathroom. The skin at her hips was throbbing dully, and she realized with some amusement that she'd have bruises there tomorrow. Not for the first time, she thanked whatever deity she could think of that Graham was comfortable enough with her now to allow for these little excursions.
Her fingers tangled in the curls at the nape of his neck, unconsciously scraping against his scalp in a soothing manner. She took a deep breath inward and released it lowly. She let her body center, and allowed one hand to shakenly brush her own hair back. "Was it my idea?"
He shook his head, a smile tweaking his lips even as his eyes remained closed. "I don't really remember," he admitted.
"You were dragging him across the floor by his tie, Bounty Hunter! Your fault!"
Graham's eyes popped wide open, meeting Emma's guiltily. "Uh, Andie?"
"Oh, good, you remember that you're in a public place! My public place, if you want to get specific."
Emma winced, looking over her shoulder to the locked door and symbolically to the friend that was yelling at them on the other side. "I'm sorry, Andie, we didn't—"
"Okay, I'm going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else."
Emma blushed deeply, finding Graham just as red. She almost groaned in defeat when she saw the remains of the item in question. She gave her boyfriend what she hoped was a glare. To her exasperation, his look was slightly smug as he found the strips strewn along the floor. He grinned and knelt down.
"Retrieving them now," he promised, his face almost boyishly innocent as he began to smooth her skirt down. She watched him curiously, trying to not allow the shiver of desire to course through her again. He pressed a kiss to her thigh before the material rested at its natural place. Carelessly, he tossed the scraps of fabric in the trash with one hand while the other traced along her calf.
"Not helping," she scolded in a low whisper. He shrugged.
She used her fingers to comb her hair until it was what she hoped was mostly-decent and, cautiously, she unlatched the door and cracked it open. She was met immediately with Andie who, despite crossed arms and raised eyebrow, was grinning. "At least you didn't see anything?" Emma offered sheepishly.
Andie rolled her eyes. "You mean after the twenty minute make-out at the bar? Yeah, I'm glad our friendship wasn't ruined by having to see what me and Eddie had to hear."
Emma sputtered for a moment, then pushed the door wider to look at the bar. Eddie, the drunk who made it his business to set up the stool at the end as his camp, raised a glass with a grin. Emma immediately pulled the door closed again and groaned. "No, not Eddie, too!"
Andie snorted and gripped the handle to make sure the lock wasn't reengaged. "You're lucky your tipsy butt waited for last call. For a couple that are usually not big on PDA, you two sure weren't shy. Must be a full moon," she said.
Emma worried her bottom lip, but even as she sought the words to try and explain, Graham's hand curled around her waist. "At least your couch remains untainted," he asserted with a quick flash of teeth, then he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. He seemed very unperturbed by his friend's ire, and Emma's mind reiterated her earlier statement – no help at all.
"By you two, maybe," Andie replied with a smirk.
Graham's head popped up, and his face twisted. "Are you serious? I've slept on that couch!"
"Several times, in fact," Andie teased, making no attempts at comfort. After a beat, she sighed and tossed back her dark hair. "I know you two have a thing for the in-public adrenaline or something, but could you not in my bar?"
"Of course," Emma replied quickly, just as Graham let out a cheeky, "no promises." She glared at him, elbowing his side.
Andie tossed a bar towel at him. "Go home, Humbert. Christen your own place."
He chuckled, his palm moving to cover her stomach. He leaned down to her ear, waiting until Andie had disappeared behind the swinging door before he spoke. "Not a bad idea."
She had mostly sobered through the whole exchange, but her head swam pleasantly as his warm breath tickled her ear. "There's probably a few more surfaces left to go."
"And Henry's gone until Monday …," Graham pressed.
She fisted her hand around his tie once more, the material crumpling softly in her hand. "We should get out of Andie's hair, then."
"You know, I ne'er knew how good the acoustics in this dump's bathrooms were."
Emma and Graham pulled faces of equal distaste, before turning to face the drunk. "Shut up, Eddie," they said in unison.
Graham pulled a couple bills out of his pocket and dropped them in the jar before grabbing her hand again. This way, Andie wouldn't complain … as much.