Denver Was So Two Years Ago (Chapter 3)
Title: I Thought I Loved You(3)
Fandom: 24
Characters: Milo Pressman/Gwen Dushku
Table: 5
Prompt: Arguement
Word Count: 1427
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A lot has been said about the act of kissing. What happens when Gwen and Milo find themselves unable to keep themselves from their private displays of affections.

Disclaimer: Credit for this line goes to Lady-Bauer.

Eyes stayed locked on the floor during the next days briefing, only breaking away from the invisible spots to gaze lazily around the room and catching another set of curious eyes before returning back to the floor.

"Milo!" Buchanan called for the second time. Milo who had been absently tapping the edge of his paper blinked and nearly fell backward out of his computer chair.

"Sir?" He replied sheepishly, a faint blush creeping up through his cheeks. Buchanan shook his head, though forgave the younger man. He had been through a lot since the incident with Caitlynn Hammond –though legally she was still Caitlynn Hammond, daughter of the former Secretary of Defense Gregory Hammond- last year, but all CTU agents had to face loss sometime in their lives.

"I need you to lead a team here to direct Doyle's troops to the hotel. Agent Dushku will stay here in Chloe's place." Gwen's eyes darted up.

"Excuse me?!" She asked incredulously. She looked to Doyle's face which was a mix of amusement and surprise.

"You two can play nice for awhile. You're the only other qualified agent here who knows computers as well as Pressman does. I need your help where with communications and surveillance," Buchanan ordered. Her jaw dropped, however, Milo cut in before she could protest.

"She'll just be in the way, Buchanan. I can take over Chloe's station, let her go with Doyle." Gwen felt a sudden pang of annoyance at Milo's desperate need to get her away.

"This is a two man team, Doyle is meeting up with Jack who is already at the site. You two will work together, that is an order," He finalized closing his file and picking it up. "Let's get to work."

Many of the others made their way out of the room with a sense of duty as Milo shuffled his feet defeated and Gwen stood staring lost at Doyle. This was the first time since transferring to CTU LA that she and Doyle had been separated from each other on a mission.

Her gentle hand cupped his cheek, looking deep into his gray eyes. "Be careful, please. I won't be there to save your ass," Gwen warned staring him down with a mischievous look of seriousness in her face.

"You save me? I think there's a reason I'm Director and you're just the assistant," Doyle tried to hide his smile of amusement, barely containing it just behind his eyes.

"Really? I seem to remember a bit of role reversal last night."

"Oh gag me with a spork." Milo cried out suddenly wishing his curiosity hadn't made him hang back with the sick couple. Gwen turned around and shot daggers at him with an icy glare.

"What Milo? The idea of actually kissing a female turn your stomach?" She growled at him, a look of fire in her green-hazel eyes. Milo scoffed.

"No, I just thought it was ironic that you considered yourself female."

Had Doyle not been there restraining her, it was very likely that Milo would have been out cold on the floor and they would have been in new need of an Internet Protocol Manager for a few hours. However, getting off without a scratch, he laughed happily to himself and made his way out of the room.

"Ignore Pressman, Gwen. He just gets off on getting you riled up," he calmed as he turned her to face him. She could only hold her anger for a few moments as she locked eyes with him before it dissipated entirely.

"Yeah…" She looked back out through the class windows at Milo who was already assigning Morris to his task. "Be careful, Mike."

He smiled at the sincerity in her tone and leaned down to place a kiss gently on her cheek. However, as she caught Milo's gaze on them she placed both hands on either of his cheeks and directed his kiss to her waiting lips.

A fire of lust and passion unknown to him before came from the normally reserved and gentle woman he loved. Each second drove the kiss that much deeper and intense as she carelessly kissed him blind. Nerve receptors turned off in his brain and suddenly he found himself clutching a black leather chair for leverage and forced them apart.

For a moment, they both just looked at each other, he with surprise and she with a wickedness that somewhat allured him to her. Catching his breath, he blinked a couple times to try and piece together what had brought that on. "What was that-"

"See you when you get back." She smiled and turned to leave. Milo's hated glare only penetrated her until she caught his gaze and he turned back to the paper without a header that Morris had tried to hand in for the umpteenth time.

"I'm picking up peculiar readings. Electrical charges that are uncharacteristic for the coms or normal electrical devises." Gwen said typing away on the keyboard.

"It could be a bomb." Jack said stopping in his tracks. They had evacuated the hotel and carted the people to the Hilton down the block as he and Doyle worked with the bomb squad to find what the threat was.

"It is, Jack. Just a couple rooms up, 342," She noted already ahead of them. There was some silence on the comlinks before the sound of Jack's breath catching in his throat confirmed Gwen's suspicions.

"It's an amateur bomb, I should have it disabled in about three minutes." Doyle said kneeling and immediately getting to work. Jack directed the team down the hall.

"You've got one. A bomb of this caliber wasn't put her as a main attraction. It's a distraction from something really big." Milo made his way over to Gwen's station and bent down to watch her closely.

"Yes?" She questioned annoyed as his breath warmed her neck. She closed her eyes against the slight tingling and attempted to force herself to concentrate.

"So you're just going to bark out orders and not notify me of any of your findings?" Milo grumbled annoyed.

"Got it!" Doyle called having disarmed the bomb rather easily. Jack had waited for him, searching the room for this and that as he worked.

"Good. Keep searching and tell me if you find any other strange readings." Gwen took the headset off and set it on the desk, looking up at Milo with stoic eyes. "Now, what was it that you were saying?"

If looks could kill, she would have been well on her way to pushing up the daisies. He didn't speak, but motioned for her to follow him out from the main floor and into the stairwell.

"What the hell are you doing out there? Do you think you're cute trying to under mind my command like that?" He questioned with barely contained anger. She crossed her arms, fairly happy with the effect she'd had on him.

"Should I? Think me being in charge would get your jollies off? Never took you for being that kind of man, Pressman," Gwen raised an eyebrow, a look that caused Milo's blood to boil with frustration.

"There's a chain of command, Gwen-"

"-screw the chain of command, Milo! If you weren't such a freaking prick all the-"

The words never finished their trek from her mouth as her was covered by Milo's. Inwardly she suddenly wondered if her lips would soon chap from all the kissing, however any other thought that tried to come was stifled by the heated passion of his hand on the small of her back, his other in her hair.

Things had never been so raw, so needy, that she couldn't see straight… not with Doyle they hadn't. Milo unlocked something so untamed within her that it was nearly borderline primal. Her eyes darkened with uncontainable lust as she bit teasingly on his bottom lip.

"Excuse me, guys."

It had happened so quickly, Gwen wasn't sure if Morris had caught them or if they had stopped sometime before. Only now she felt him catch her as Milo flew out of the stairwell and into action.

They hadn't caught the other bomb in time.