MOVING ON

"So…Grace this is Agent Craig O'Loughlin FBI, Craig this is Agent Grace Van Pelt CBI. Grace, this is your new fake boyfriend so, yeah. Rigsby put his hands in his pockets and looked awkward. He wasn't the only one feeling that way. Grace and Craig shook hands. "I made reservations for you a restaurant Grace likes." Rigsby said. "Have a good time. I guess."

"Don't worry Rigsby, I'll have her back by midnight." Rigsby gave him a look and Craig shifted his weight and looked down.

"I expect her home at ten. No latter." Rigsby spoke with more firmness and possessiveness then Grace had ever heard before. She smiled to herself and resisted the urge to chuckle aloud. Rigsby leaned down to kiss her lips. "I love you." he said, his eyes filled with desperate longing.

"I love you too." she replied savoring the way his eyes shined under her love for him. She watched him leave in her car and then went to dinner with her new fake boyfriend. To say dinner was awkward was an understatement. They talked about work mostly. And their dinners. The only time Grace found the evening more than tolerable was when talk finally got around to her real boyfriend.

"So, how do you know Wayne?" she asked.

"I met him at a charity event." Grace nodded in understanding but still…

"I'm just not sure how Wayne picked you out for this assignment. He's very…"

"Obsessed with you." they both laughed lightly at that.

"I just would have thought he'd find someone like you…threatening." This made him laugh.

"He probably would have, if I wasn't completely gay."

"Oh, really? I mean, I just…I mean I thought so but…"

"But Wayne doesn't have your woman's instinct so you assumed he didn't know." Grace nodded over her crème brulee. "He probably wouldn't have if I hadn't tried to pick him up that night." Grace almost choked then.

"You hit on Wayne?" she exclaimed, taking a sip of her drink.

"Well yeah, I mean, who wouldn't. He's nice. And hot as hell too." Grace sputtered on her Irish coffee and Craig laughed.

"Well, I certainly can't disagree with you there." she was dying to ask about Rigsby's reaction but decided it was rude. Craig had gotten rejected after all.

"I'm surprised you volunteered to do this then. I mean he is the one who got away for you after all." Craig chuckled again.

"He was nice about it. Didn't treat me funny afterwards which I appreciated. You don't get that a lot with cops. It never hurts to rack up a favor either. And besides, who can say no to those blue eyes of his." Grace smiled and laughed lightly. She couldn't disagree. "And of course it never hurts to practice your undercover skills."

"True." She and Rigsby were getting a lot of practice with that themselves.

At home that night Grace couldn't even get her key in the door before it swung open and Wayne drug her into the apartment, closed the door, and pulled her into his arms for a tight hug. She laughed happily and snuggled tightly into his embrace.

"I missed you too Wayne."

"So how was your…date." he had trouble saying the word and it came out choked. Something about the night, waiting for her to come home and knowing she was out with another man, even a gay one, had turned Rigsby into needy mess. Now he couldn't stop touching her. He'd already moved on from hugging to stroking, running his hands all over her sides and back. And backside. He felt bad for doing it. She'd had a long and strange day and was probably tired. But that fact, nor the guilt it produced, could make him stop feeling her up.

"It was fine." She answered simply, too distracted by Rigsby's wandering hands to form a more through answer. She mewed softly and rubbed herself against him.

"Grace." he practically purred her name and in response she possessively bite into his neck. Hard. It made him hard as well, and he shivered in delight. "Baby, you really need to cut down on the vampire shows." he said it jokingly, knowing it would only spur her on. Her hands had already drifted downward and she dug her nails into his ass. It made him hiss and thrust his hips forward against hers. She smiled against his neck and gently licked over the teeth marks she'd left in his flesh. She felt his weight more strongly against her and before she gave it a second though she was pinned between a door and a very hot Wayne Rigsby. She moaned and they started stripping each other out of their clothes as fast as their hands could work. They ran their hands all over each other's naked bodies. Rigsby growled, biting and sucking on Grace's skin, giving into the overwhelming need to mark her as his own. Grace shivered and gave herself over to the man she loved and the delightful feelings he was sparking inside her.

"Take me Wayne." she whispered in that sex kitten voice he loved. No one else got to hear it. It was his. Just like she was. His. He made her gasp in surprise as he suddenly scooped her up in his arms and headed for the bedroom.

"Since when do you need to get me into bed to have your way with me?" she said as she leaned her head up and nipped at his earlobe. He let out a shaky breath and had to will himself not to just lay her down on the floor and take her right there against the hard wood.

"Since I want you underneath me."

"Oh do you now?" she purred against his neck.

"I'm going to pin you to this bed…" He said as he tossed her onto the mattress and pounced after her, pushing his weight against hers and pinning her down as promised. "and not let you up until you come screaming that your mine, only mine. Maybe not even then."

"Promises promises."