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Prompt #33: Distracting - For her, it was her eyes. For him, it was his hands.

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After a few bedroom grappling sessions, Annie found herself staring at the face of the sleeping man beside her. His hand was splayed across her stomach, the weight and heat of it a comforting feeling against her skin.

It took three years to get to this point, she thought. Why the hell did I wait so long?

But she knew why. She had been burned too harshly by those before him. Caution and fear of being burned again had made Annie honor the boundries of friendship. He was too close a friend to risk ruining what they had.

Auggie had always been a handsome man. She'd known that from day one. Even when he was just her friend, it hurt to hear some of the water cooler gossip about his string of one-night stands. Hearing the women who'd known him titter about the way he made them feel...it sometimes took an extra cup of water to cool the flush in her cheeks.

Then Danielle had to go and state the obvious crush she was nursing, and the flushes got way, way worse.

He was extremely fit, that she knew. Training sessions with him in hand-to-hand combat allowed a closeness that she knew few people were privy to. She knew how his body moved, how he could block her punches and catch her in a full pin as easily as he could hack into so-called "secure" databases, with minimal effort.

She used her eyes for a lot. While primarily an auditory learner, Annie was fairly adept at translating the visual. It was an invaluable skill for a field agent. And right now, they were soaking up a lot of information.

"I can literally hear you thinking, Walker."

Her smile bloomed without conscious effort at the muffled voice from her best friend. "I thought you were still asleep."

"I was." His eyelids rose to half-mast, revealing the sleep-glazed orbs behind them. The hand on her stomach slowly traced a pathway up to her neck, making her shiver and flush in tandem. He couldn't help the grin that bloomed across his face.

"Stop smiling. Nobody likes a smug bastard." Words that held absolutely no rebuke once her lips pressed against his.

He returned the kiss, pulling back just enough to keep brushing against hers as he asked, "Penny for your thoughts."

Annie swallowed, her throat suddenly dry as sandpaper. "Just thinking about...this. I don't regret it," she quickly assured him. "It's just...I don't know what this means for us now."

That lazy smile of his returned, but Annie could see the trace of nervousness at its edges. "I won't lie to you, I don't have a good idea about what this means for us either," Auggie admitted. "But we're pretty smart people. Well, I am, at least."

"Smug bastard."

"Point is, between the two of us, I think we can figure this out." His hand started to move again, slipping up to trace her jawline. Feeling her tense up beneath his fingertips, Auggie smiled. He was making her hot and bothered with just a touch.

Annie had always been an amazing woman. He'd known that from the first time they'd met. Hearing about her stunning good looks from every other sighted person in the building really didn't help dampen the torch he secretly carried for her. Sometimes he had to crank up the Mingus in his headphones to drown out the muffled wolf-whistles and appreciative whispers as she passed by.

She was petite and beautiful, that he knew. Their training sessions gave him an intimate knowledge of her body's dimensions that very few others knew. He knew how her body moved, how she could easily break a chokehold and slide into a takedown as smoothly as she could change languages, on the fly.

He used his hands for a lot. Whether he was reading Braille or plotting his way through an unfamiliar room, Auggie put a lot of focus into translating what his hands "saw."

And right now, he was "seeing" quite a lot.

...Yeah, not so sure about this one. A nice tag to the finale, but not really fitting the prompt.

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