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Prompt #38: Headphones - And people really believed he was actually working.
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He can feel her eyes on the back of his neck.
Typing up reports on his computer, Auggie can't help smirking. He knows what Annie is thinking; since his headphones are on and playing music, there was no way he'd hear her if she decided to, say, sneak up on him.
Ametuer.
Many a person in the DPD has made such a speculation, and always try once to catch him off-guard. But they only try once. Auggie's ability to tell when people enter and leave a room was legendary, almost mythic, and very few people were capable of even concealing the fact that they weren't who he thought they were.
People always seem to forget that he has other heightened senses besides his hearing. If he really concentrates, Auggie could feel the barest vibrations across the hardwood floor that tells him Annie was carefully sneaking up on him. Inhaling quietly, he could just detect that hint of grapefruit that preceded Annie everywhere she went. And when he goes completely still, Auggie would swear he could feel Annie approaching.
"Sneaking up on your blind boyfriend now, Walker?" Auggie pulls off his headphones and swivels in his chair, his smirk widening across his lips. "I've been expecting you to do it, but really? In my own home?"
"Okay, that's insane," she says, sounding exasperated. "I'm glaring at you, by the way. I'm barefoot, wearing no perfume, and I know I made absolutely no sound. How in the hell did you sense me coming?"
"I used The Force," he deadpans.
She chuckles, a sound that never fails to make Auggie's heart speed up. "You're such a dork, you know that?"
"You've mentioned it once or twice." He beckons her closer with one hand, and when her fingers touch his skin, it's like a live wire shooting pure electricity through his body. "But you love me anyway."
Her body joins his in the small chair as her forehead nestles in the crook of his shoulder, her chuckle reverberating across his chest. "Awful sure of that, huh Anderson?"
"Tell me I'm wrong."
Annie shakes her head slightly. "Nah."
"So you surrender?" he teases.
"I'm lulling you into a false sense of security." She snuggles closer and sighs, "I'll get you eventually, you know."
"I'd expect nothing less from you." The need to kiss her proves too much to ignore, so he turns his head to press his lips to her forehead. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"You didn't." Her fingers tangle with his and squeeze. "I actually wanted to ask you something."
She sounds like she's been thinking long and hard about this decision. Auggie tilts his head closer. "What is it?"
"It's nothing bad. Just...well..." She shifts against him, like she's nervous about what it is she wants to ask him. "Can we...do we need to..." He hears her swallow nervously, and suddenly the answer comes to him.
"No, we don't have to file Close and Continuing. We just tell Joan and she tells Arthur."
She smacks his chest lightly, as if in reproach. "How the hell do you do that? And don't you dare quote Star Wars."
"Spoilsport," he pouts, hugging her closer. "But seriously, it's fine."
"They won't split us up?"
"No way in hell," he promises, and he means it. Joan would never split them up, and Arthur would back her play all the way. If, for some reason, they did recieve those orders, Auggie still had some favors that would make it tough for anyone to take Annie from him.
He'd waited too long and risked too much for the CIA to steal her away.
Suddenly Annie's lips are on his own, and when he reciprocates the kiss, Auggie smiles when he hears her moan. She pulls away much too soon, but then her voice is purring in his ear, "So, you gonna finish downloading your newest jazz album or are you coming back to bed?"
Like that's even a choice. He immediately pulls his headphones off and puts his computer to sleep, then cradles Annie in his arms and carries her back to bed. Her delighted squeal only ends when his mouth covers hers again.
Double update for you all! This one's from Auggie's POV.
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