Warning: Adult themes and suggestive as well as course language. Isn't that a great way to start off a chapter? :)
Chris had just about decided that Addie's lips were his favorite thing about her, soft, plump and best of all kissable. Now, he'd kissed all kinds of lips: pointy ones, thin ones, extra soft, extremely wet, unilip, cupid's bow, duck bill, bee-stung and everything in between. But there was just something about hers that made her kiss like nothing he'd ever experienced. Kissing her was probably his favorite activity.
Wait…second favorite. Definitely, his second favorite.
He liked her body too. Taut stomach, firm shapely limbs, curvy in all of the right places it was just right for exploring. Although you'd think after a month would have memorized, every inch of her skin, freckle, mole and curvature.
"Maybe next time we should try meeting at the restaurant," Addie teased, as he pulled her into his arms, still breathing heavily in the aftermath of the climactic moment they'd just spent together.
After weeks of sleeping together they had still yet to go out on a real date.
"Now where's the fun in that?" The mere idea of having to actually endure a date, going through the ritualist motions after a long work week was a forgotten thought. Well, not so forgotten that he couldn't try to be romantic for her sake, but with Addie's new schedule it was nearly impossible.
Since the Taser-Shooting incident with MA Brown, the I.O. had been assigned to work nights, with Base Security. Supposedly, it wasn't a punishment, but it sure felt like one what with Chris working all day and not getting off until after she'd gone to work. Some times they went days without speaking surviving on the solely on texts.
And being that Addie was active duty, she was in charge of the watch bill so her schedule also included working rotating weekend shifts.
They tried to keep a positive attitude about the lack of time they spent together and focused on the quality. Addie at times, would show up at his place in the wee hours of the morning on her way home from work with those sinful, devouring lips, coaxing, coercing his own apart as she hovered over him, touching and caressing until every nerve ending was fully charged and ready to take her.
At other times, Chris would force himself to stay up way after midnight when she got her meal break and surprise her with her favorite take-out. Throw in a couple of candles and maybe a long stem rose or two and a couple of pieces of good chocolate-caramel pralines (not the cheap kind) for dessert and before he knew it he was brushing up against her in all of the right places making her body temperature spike.
One thing was certain the physical chemistry between them was electric. Lust, love, it didn't take much for sparks to fly and clothing to start sailing across the room. In fact, if anything it might have been too much. He was the metal and she was the magnet.
"I don't want to just be your fuck buddy, Chris," she said, as he started to cover her mouth. (Yes, she was a sailor and had used profanity a time or two in his presence when the occasion called or it but there was just something about it. It sounded wrong comin' out of that pretty mouth).
His what? His face contorted and instantly the distance between them increased. Had he ever done anything to make her feel that way? He needed to pensively think about this. Did she really think that's all she was to him? He hadn't disrespected her in anyway that he knew of. They hadn't yet had the official talk about being exclusive, but he wasn't seeing nor did he want to see anyone else.
Chris LaSalle had never in his life had a fuck buddy that he could recall. Well, maybe in college and then once or twice when he worked Vice. But he was living a different life back then, spending a day after day with the lewdest of the lewd. And the women that he had been with since Savannah died, he never saw again, so they didn't count either.
Nope, he'd never had a fuck buddy or at least he would never refer to a women as that.
Addie looked into his deep sapphire irises and could see that he was hurt and bewildered. "I know you may not be ready." Whether she wanted to acknowledge it or not, there was still the memory of Savannah to consider. "I want to go places with you, do things, and be seen together as couple."
Uh...oh there it was.
"So ya wanna date? As in not see other people?" He looked away for a minute, dropping his eyes to the sheets like a bashful little boy. "I'm good with that." He said shyly before turning into her to seal the deal with warm, wet kiss.
A small noise that resembled a squeal of utter happiness crawled out from the back of her throat when he lifted his head and sealed his new admission with soft, tender kiss.
"Can we please go have some dinner now?" Addie grinned when the kiss broke. "I'm starving."
"Woman, you drive a hard bargain."
"I have to keep up my strength if you're gonna be want'in some more of this tonight." She teased slipping out of the bed in search of her black lacey panties that were somehow hanging on the wall on tip of his fishing pole.
Chris rolled over onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. "I think we should celebrate by getting matching tattoos. Big Al would look mighty fine on your derriere.
Addie started to laugh as she retrieved the rest of her clothing, gathering it in her arms. "Don't you think that just because we're dating that I'm going to go all crazy for Alabama? I'm an LSU Tiger through and through. How's that for matching tattoos?"
"Well considerin' you never went tuh LSU-" She was an Annapolis grad, Navy hard to the core, even if they didn't have much of a football team.
"You'd just better stop while you're ahead," Addie teased, trying to gracefully step into her clothes.
After a nice dinner at the Hotel Monteleone (complete with a trip to the carousel bar), the new couple walked hand in hand through the French Quarter, to Jackson Square where they stopped to watch a company of street performers, a troupe of dancers in mime face trying to make it big. Chris had to admit for a group who worked for tips they were pretty good. For more than 20 minutes he stood behind Addie with his arms wrapped loosely about her neck.
"I'll be right back." He said sweeping a quick kiss to her cheek. "Wait right here."
Moving quickly, he darted down a side street and into a CVS.
"That didn't take long," Addie smiled when he came walking back to her, his hands shoved into the pocket of his leather jacket. Raising her eyebrows she looked at him. "So what's in your pocket?"
"Just a little somethin' I picked up for you."
She reached for the folds of his jacket, pulling him in close. "And are you going to tell me what it is or do I have to guess?"
"It's something real special," Chris grinned, his hands falling to her hips. "Been planning it for weeks."
Addie gave a little smirk. "Let see if it's in your pocket them it's something small."
"It's very personal, think intimate," he teased brushing her lovely, lips with a chaste kiss.
"Intimate, Mm...I like that. " She quickly countered with a kiss adding a little tongue and then slid her hand down the leather of his jacket only have him grab her wrist.
"Good things come to those who wait." He teased.
"And what am I waiting for LaSalle?" He steeled himself against her husky voice, over the last couple of week she had managed to play him like a fiddle with it.
"You'll see," Chris quipped slinging his arm around her shoulder.
The sun streaming through the large window of LaSalle's bedroom signaled to Addie that she was going to have a hard time going back to sleep (which she would definitely pay for later on when it was time to go to work). Chris had left at some point during the night, called away to work on a case leaving her to fend for herself.
Rolling onto her opposite side she knew that if she stayed here she would end up throwing off her internal clock which was now set for the opposite of most people. She needed to go home she reasoned, tossing the covers the back and padding her way into the bathroom.
A huge grin spread to her face when she noticed that Chris had drawn a large heart on the bathroom mirror in toothpaste. The words in the center said time for one of your own. Her brow furrowed. How he had managed to actually write so articulate in the light green paste was beyond her she thought as she reached for his toothbrush, her hand stopping in midstream. Beside his toothbrush was now a brand new one.
A toothbrush of her very own.