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Prompt #39: Sixth - Swear to God that man was psychic sometimes.
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His shoulders are barely jiggling to the beat as his fingers fly across the Braille board with customary lightning speed. Watching with a smile on her face, Annie stifles her giggle at the sight of her shirtless boyfriend tapping away on his computer.
Working, my ass. Auggie does the same thing at work, come to think of it. Bobbing his head to a beat that nobody else could hear, those headphones practically glued to the sides of his head as he supposedly "listened" to reports.
Those who strain their ears to listen could sometimes hear the faint notes of jazz emanating from the headphones. Like Annie could right now, from across the room. But he never gets caught. It's a thoroughly annoying yet endearing trait of his.
Making absolutely no sound, she carefully pads across the hardwood floor towards Auggie's back. A slow, diabolical smile works its way across her lips as she closes the distance between them. Ten steps...eight steps...six...five...four...she can almost stretch out her arms and touch him...
"Sneaking up on your blind boyfriend now, Walker?" Annie throws up her hands in defeat as Auggie pulls off his headphones and swivels in his chair, a supervillain's smile appearing to match the one that just vacated her own lips. "I've been expecting you to do it, but really? In my own home?"
"Okay, that's insane," she says, hands on her hips. "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 can't help the chuckle that escapes her throat. "You're such a dork, you know that?"
"You've mentioned it once or twice." He beckons her closer, and Annie takes the offered hand gladly. "But you love me anyway."
She chuckles again as she snuggles in his lap. "Awful sure of that, huh Anderson?"
"Tell me I'm wrong," he challenges.
He knows she can't, so she doesn't bother trying. "Nah."
"So you surrender?"
"I'm lulling you into a false sense of security," she mumbles, content to remain in his arms. "I'll get you eventually, you know."
"I'd expect nothing less from you." Auggie moves beneath her and presses a kiss to her forehead. "I didn't mean to wake you."
"You didn't." Remembering what had made her leave bed in the first place, Annie seeks out his hand for comfort. "I actually wanted to ask you something."
From the way his head moves closer, it's clear he's worried about what that sentence precedes. "What is it?"
"It's nothing bad," she assures him. "Just...well..." Snuggling closer, Annie takes a deep breath and tries to voice the question that's long remained gnawing at her heart. "Can we...do we need to..." She swallows past the lump in her throat.
"No, we don't have to file Close and Continuing. We just tell Joan and she tells Arthur."
She blinks in shock. Psychic much? Surprise fades to wry amusement as Annie lightly hits his chest. "How the hell do you do that?" she demands. "And don't you dare quote Star Wars," she adds when that geek smile reappears.
"Spoilsport." His arms tighten around her as his tone returns to seriousness. "But seriously, it's fine."
"They won't split us up?" Now that it was out in the open, Annie bites her lip. If he says yes...
"No way in hell." The way he says it, if it came from anyone else, would have sounded like an empty promise. But Annie knew better. After the last time they split up, Joan had said in no uncertain terms that it would never happen again.
She leans up to kiss Auggie again, and a low moan escapes her throat when he reciprocates. "So, you gonna finish downloading your newest jazz album or are you coming back to bed?" she asks, already knowing the answer.
Auggie immediately pulls off his headphones and puts his computer to sleep. Annie squeals as he picks her up in his arms and makes excellent time back to his bed, where they collapse on his sheets and start kissing again.
And here's the same scene from Annie's POV! Enjoy!
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