Thanks for all the reviews! It's nice to know someone is reading. I have a few half-started fics that I like much more than this one, which I should also get working on. I think there's probably only one more short chapter after this one. Enjoy!
She had made herself at home in my apartment long ago, so she is almost as comfortable here as I am. Not that she's ever shown any discomfort anywhere she's been. But I would like to think she's truly comfortable here. I hope she is. When we walked in the door, she immediately walked towards the kitchen. As she let go of my arm, I felt a strange sense of loss.
"I will get us some water," she called over her shoulder.
"That's a good idea," I replied. "How did we let Abby talk us into so many shots?" I continue as I quickly skim through my movies, my voice raised so she can hear me in the kitchen.
"Because you wanted to see McGee get tipsy," she replied, her voice muffled by distance. "And no one is allowed to tell Abby no."
"Oh, right," I replied, a smile spreading across my face. I make a decision and pull a movie off the shelf and toss it on the couch. "You think Abby got him home okay?" I asked as I started toward the kitchen.
"I am sure that she did," she replied simply.
"Abby does have experience with McGiggles when he drinks," I commented. I opened my mouth to continue as I walked into the kitchen... and collided with her, the very full glasses of water in her hands splashing all over the both of us. I heard her sharp intake of breath and she looked up at me. The surprise in her eyes gave way to mirth and she started laughing. I pulled my now wet shirt away from my skin and grinned back at her.
"I'm glad you weren't in here making coffee," I say with a laugh.
She set the now half-full glasses on the counter and shook the water off her hands, spraying me with droplets. I flicked water back at her and watched the water dripping off the ends of the curls framing her face. She took a step towards me, then stopped and looked down at the floor. "We should clean this up," she said, reaching back to grab a towel.
"Why?" I asked, as she turned back to me, the towel in her hands. "It's just water. It'll dry."
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, probably a silent comment on my housekeeping skills. "It is your kitchen," she replied with a shrug. She used the towel to wipe the water off of her arms and then stepped towards me, careful to avoid slipping in the water. She gently ran the towel down my right arm, then my left, wiping away the drops of water that remained. She dabbed the towel against my chest and grinned up at me. "I think you might need a new shirt," she said. "Or will that dry too?"
"Well, it will," I admitted. "Not sure I want to wear it while it dries though. Why," I asked, leering at her. "Are you trying to get me out of my clothes?"
She shrugged. "Perhaps I am," she replied casually as she reached up to dab the towel against my neck. I closed my eyes as she slid the towel down toward my chest, gently dabbing against the bare skin revealed by my slightly unbuttoned shirt. I reached for her and carefully placed my hands on her hips. Clearly, this was the wrong move, as my touch startled her and she pulled back. Just as quickly as it had started, the mood changed again.
She tossed the towel on the counter behind her, refusing to look me in the eye. "I will go find the movie on your shelf," she said as if nothing had happened. She quickly brushed past me, leaving me standing in a puddle of water in the middle of my kitchen.
In a split second, I made my decision. We had danced around this for too long, and I, for one, was tired of the dance. I quickly spun around and grabbed her arm, pulling her toward me. Her eyes widened, and I could see the question forming on her lips, but I didn't give her a chance to speak. Pulling her body flush against mine, I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. She responded almost immediately, her body sinking against mine as her lips parted. A small sigh escaped as she lifted her hand to my face, gently caressing my chin. I kissed her like I had wanted to kiss her for years, they way I kissed her while we were undercover. I let go of her arm and thrust my hands into her hair, cupping her head as I plundered her mouth. After a minute or more, I pulled back to look in her eyes and noticed that her hands were tightly fisted in the sides of my shirt.
"I feel like I should say something here," I said to her, well aware of the goofy smile on my face.
"Because that is what happens in your movies?" she asked, feigning innocence as she released my shirt and slid her hands around my back and into the pockets of my jeans.
"No. Well, yes," I admitted. "I just..."
She cut me off by surging upward to kiss me again, more forcefully this time. There would be time for talking later. She slid her hands around to my front pockets, and, hooking her fingers into my pockets, pulled me back towards the bedroom.
