Meanwhile on the yoga mat:
"Ouch! Ow!Ow!"
"I told you to breath." She admonished tucking his head back down.
"I told you I'm not that flexible."
"I seem to recall you being more flexible than this." She squeezed his hips, feeling his body tense when her words registered. He turned his head and looked back towards her.
"When I'm properly motivated.." He sputtered in frustration.
"By my milk body?" She giggled, letting go of him. He fell to the floor with a thud, rolling over with a moan to face her.
She knelt there blinking down at him.
"What?" He breathed, reaching out and grasping the backs of her knees.
"Nothing. " She whispered. "You giving up already?"
"I don't give up, Jor." He told her propping himself up on his shoulders. "You should know that by now."
"I thought I did." She bit her lip, letting her head drop to her chest.
"I should have come by yesterday." He sighed.
"This isn't about yesterday." Her hair flapped against the side of her face when she shook her head.
"I know that Jordan." His tone was gentle. "It's just part of my whole new 'prove it to Jordan plan' and I already almost blew it."
"Prove it to Jordan plan?" She raised and eyebrow at him.
"I should work on the name?" He teased, raising both of his own eyebrows at her.
"No.. it flows." She nodded her head.
"I'm gonna get us back."
"We're not back?"
"Not all the way." He moved his hands up her leg, pulling her forward slightly. "But we will be."
She let his words sit there, moving her hands forward to his chest.
"Hey! I let the timetable go on the work thing, but that's where my patience runs out. " Macy yelled from the doorway.
"Huh?" Woody grunted looking between Garrett and Jordan.
"Get off of each other!" He ordered.
Jordan snorted in laughter as Woody's hands flew off of her legs as he scrambled to his feet. Macy gave him a tight nod and started to walk away.
"Geez Dad!! We were just talkin'!" She yelled after him.
Woody pressed his fingers to his lips and shushed her.
"Don't start Jordan!" Garrett shouted back.
Woody banged his head against her desk as she laughed some more.
"That's not funny. "
"Oh but it is."
"What exactly is the time table here anyway?" He failed miserably at nonchalant and Jordan gave him a look. "I'm just wondering."
"Stick to the plan here Detective. Now hands on the mat.
"You know I love it when you tell me what to do." He told her sweetly, slapping his hands down on the mat.
"Good thing." Jordan smiled wickedly.