AN: Well that last episode was a dud on the Nadalind front, was it not? Hoping the next one actually has at least a scene with them together. Meanwhile, here's this to help tide us all over.
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The sex buzz Nick was undoubtedly still under must have been enough to deter him from making any cranky phone calls to Adalind about his experience dropping off Kelly at daycare and dealing with Dr. Ansheimler. Ansheimler had been nothing but nice to them, but she was especially sycophantic to Nick, who was the only Grimm with a child enrolled in the Wesen headed daycare, and she tended to drive Nick batty.
She had been stuck alternately in meetings and conference calls all morning, so even if she had wanted to entertain his complaints she wouldn't be able to spare him the time. Just as well, he had been occupying quite a bit of real estate in her mind already, distracting her from work.
She listened to one the lawyers from the firm on a conference call in her office as he went over the quarterly partner review as she daydreamed about her favorite homicide detective. Thought about being bent over Nick's desk in the precinct, him fucking her from behind, her skirt pushed up to her waist, blouse unbuttoned, breasts spilled over the cups of her bra, nipples pert and erect, brushing against the cool surface of his workstation as Nick worked her over. Imagined him coming undone, could hear his erratic breaths as he fought his release, needing to see her over the edge before him. Or straddling him in his ergonomic chair, Nick hard and deep inside her, holding her close, eyes hooded sexily as he watched as she rode him up and down, the brush of his whiskers against her neck as he kissed her.
She had to get off of this line of thinking. She flushed, coming to back to reality, aware that her panties were now slick and she was in her fishbowl of an office at her desk, with no hope of relief for a good six hours.
Unless she could convince Nick of a little lunchtime quickie.
Where would they meet? Going home would mean too much time spent traveling to get there and back for both of them, although they would get the chance to put the quick in quickie.
Maybe meet somewhere and park?
She wondered if Mr. Cop would "park" somewhere with her in broad daylight. Surely he knew of some places that might meet their needs, all his years on the force. They'd have to find somewhere discreet.
She picked up her phone and tapped at the keys. I'm sitting here at my desk thinking of you and I this morning.
She waited a good ten minutes before he replied.
Wishing you had taken me up on the elevator ride? And she could just see the smirk on his handsome face after he sent that.
My panties are soaked. She sent, and then smirked herself. His reply took a few minutes, and Adalind wondered if she had flustered him or caught him in an awkward situation, Hank or Wu or one of the others hovering near, or if he was in the middle of an investigation, or maybe he just needed a moment to calm himself.
Not a whole lot I can do about that here. He finally sent, and Adalind grinned.
Maybe we should meet somewhere and work it out. It was another moment before he replied, and Adalind could just see him staring at his phone as he read her response.
Just what are you suggesting? She rolled her eyes.
I'm sure you're familiar with the phrase 'nooner' she messaged back. She waited impatiently for his response, getting excited about the prospect of seeing him; being with him.
I've heard of it, he responded.
Good. Name the time and place and I'll meet you there.
She waited another few minutes, again wondering if the delay in response was due to him being flustered, bothered, or actually trying to work out a solution.
Are you serious?
Or, apparently, incredulity.
Did I sound like I was joking?
I'm trying to finish up my reports on the robbery Hank and I just worked.
So you're not actually doing anything super important.
She could imagine the look on his face when he read that; annoyance tempered with a sarcasm.
No, I guess not by your standards, he replied, and she thought, yes, she had read him right on that. He had probably tossed his phone back on his desk in disgust, deciding to ignore her if it meant he was going to be insulted.
Niiiiiiiicccccckkkkk she typed back, and smiled knowing he had probably looked at it despite his resolutions to focus on work.
What?
That's no way to treat a girl, she messaged.
I treated you just fine. Treated you twice, as I recall. It was you who sprayed me with the shower hose and told me to get out.
She pouted momentarily.
You're right. Let me make it up to you. You're free for lunch, right?
There was another long pause after she sent the message and she wondered what he was thinking. Pondering on taking her up on her offer? Looking at his schedule? The problem with his job was he was at the mercy of always being on call, that his day could go from boring and uneventful to crazy and horrifying in the blink of an eye. There was no guarantee that in the hour and a half she still had until her lunch hour that something wouldn't happen and he would have to cancel or delay plans anyway.
I know what you're suggesting, he texted back.
Well, I hope so. I couldn't make it any plainer. How many other definitions for nooner are there? She sent back in retort.
She waited another five minutes but still didn't hear anything back from him. She laid her phone on the desk, disappointed but not entirely surprised. It had been a long shot. Nick was a respected, and normally law-abiding cop when Wesen weren't involved. He wasn't going to risk getting caught in a compromising position with his former Wesen girlfriend just because she wanted to get her jollies on with him. He also wasn't the type of guy who was going to rent a hotel room for an hour. She was just going to have to focus on work and not on this morning.
I could probably do one o'clock flashed on her screen.
She stared in surprise, for once flummoxed enough to not send an immediate response back.
Okay. She managed to send after a moment. Did she have anything going on at one? She looked at her desk calendar. A status of accounts meeting with another one of the partners at 1:30. Well, she could have Anita call and reschedule that, no way was she going to tell Nick she was unavailable, not if he was really suggesting that he was agreeable to this.
I have you down for a one-er then, she added, and she could imagine him rolling his eyes. Where do you want me to meet you?
I'll pick you up, Nick sent, and she smiled and then wondered what he had in mind. Or was he thinking she had something in mind since she suggested it.
Maybe she should get something in mind, just in case.
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She had no idea where they were. If he was planning on killing her it would be weeks before someone would think to find her body here. She wondered if maybe that was how he had found this place—some homicide sometime in his career. She thought about asking him, but then thought she didn't want to say or do anything to put a damper on the mood. He hadn't said much, just a few inane comments about his day; asked about hers, as if they both weren't meeting right now so they could pick up where they had left off this morning.
She found her stomach was fluttering with nervousness or anticipation, she wasn't sure. Nick's land cruiser rocked on the uneven terrain as they followed a cowpath into the woods before he put it in park a few hundred feet later. She glanced around her at the surroundings and noted the burned out hull of an RV trailer. She glanced at Nick in surprise, recognizing what was undoubtedly his Aunt Marie's trailer, that had housed all the artifacts and books of his family's history and lineage as Grimms. The one he had barely been able to salvage much stuff from after Juliette had burned it. She tried to temper her annoyance that no matter what Juliette's ghost still seemed to flare up in their relationship from time to time. She had never seen the trailer. By the time she had entered a point in their relationship where he might have shared it with her, it was already long burnt.
"Aunt Marie's trailer," Nick confirmed, turning off the engine. She was surprised he hadn't had some salvage yard take it away and put it out of its misery, but maybe he just couldn't part with it. She looked around at the trees.
"Who owns this?" She asked, indicating the land.
"I guess I do. Technically I always did, it was just in Juliette's name. Of course when she died," he added, and tilted his head at the implied air quotes, "it officially reverted back to me as beneficiary."
"Ah," she replied, not sure how to respond, and feeling disjointed with Juliette in the conversation.
"She torched it," Nick said, indicating the trailer, "and I just never got around to selling the land."
"It's...nice," she chose, not sure what she could say about it. Nick gave her a look.
"It's secluded," he replied, and Adalind thought back to her earlier impression when he had first turned off onto here.
"I thought maybe you found a body up here sometime," Adalind told him.
"Not yet," he replied, tucking a strand of hair that had come loose from her chignon behind her ear. She realized with what they were suggesting her hair was going to probably look a mess again. She looked at him, his soft gesture making her buzz with anticipation again, and leaned forward in her seat to kiss him. "Private," he added, "so no chance of us being interrupted," and her lips curled in a pleased smile. She always did love his analytical mind.
"I knew there was a reason why I was with you," she murmured, noting the hair at the base of his neck, poking through the open collar of his shirt.
"Mm-hmm," he said, unimpressed, but he watched her intently as she undid her seatbelt and turned to face him more fully.
It had taken longer than she had anticipated to get here. A good twenty-five minutes to reach this point. She was going to be late back to work from her "lunch", unless she and Nick could satisfy her craving in ten minutes or less, and now that she had him out here, alone, with no interruptions, she suddenly felt the inclination to take her time and enjoy it. This was a special one-time thing, she knew. Nick would most likely not be entertaining this idea again.
She stared at the buttons on his shirt, thinking about how he often humored her despite his own reservations about any given situation, the most obvious example of that his agreeing to help protect her and raise Kelly.
She reached a hand out and began to toy with said buttons, popping one from its hole. He continued to watch her, his fingers sliding up her face, brushing lightly against her once fractured cheekbone out of habit, even though it had been healed for a few months now. She thought it was still slightly larger, or just a shade uneven from the other one, but she could never be certain if she was just being paranoid or vain.
She popped another button from its hole and more chest hair was visible. Nick clicked the release on his seatbelt and shifted slightly.
She looked at him again, and smiled, slow and seductive when she saw the look in his eyes. He was going to enjoy this. She would make sure of it.
He leaned forward and kissed her, and Adalind opened her mouth under his, encouraged him to taste and deepen the kiss. He returned the favor and when they finally pulled away Adalind was leaning so far over the console that if she hadn't been braced in Nick's arms she would have fallen over. Nick watched her as he slipped his arm between the door and his seat and found the lever to tilt his seat back.
Adalind clambered clumsily over the gear shift, hindered by her choice in attire. Nick helped, lending an arm out to grasp her, and she leaned forward, almost falling into Nick, who steadied her, as she tried to move herself into a more desirable position. She settled in his lap, needing a moment to strategize how they planned on accomplishing what she was setting out to do. Nick used the time to slip his hands under her blouse, pulling it from her waist where it was tucked in. He worked the buttons from the bottom up to her neck and she felt the cool air brush over the tops of her breasts when Nick finally got her shirt open. He slipped his hands against them, pushing her bra aside, allowing her breasts to come free. The nipples already stood at attention, eager for his ministrations and she felt more wetness between her legs and ground against him. He glanced up at her, and then back at her breasts his eyes lighting up with desire as he ran his hands over them, thumbs brush against the nipples. He played and pulled and Adalind moaned in pleasure.
She could feel him hard underneath her, his erection tight in his pants. She wriggled around and tried to move her skirt up. She managed to straddle one of Nick's legs, standing on her knees on either side of his leg, head and neck ducked forward over Nick to avoid knocking against the interior roof of the car.
"A little help here?"
He glanced up and then pushed her skirt up, the fabric digging into her thighs where its tapered hem strained against her hips. Why had she worn a pencil skirt today of all days?
"I think—yeah, it's going to have to be higher," she told Nick. She could barely part her thighs to straddle his hips, so riding him into oblivion was going to be difficult. He wedged his fingers under the skirt and pulled the fabric up, she heard seams break and then finally it was over her hips.
She smiled, ignoring the fact that they may have just ruined her best Donna Karen suit skirt and moved her right knee over his other leg, where both of his hips were now between hers.
"Much better," she noted, and Nick stared up at her eyes with an expression that said he was enjoying this far more than he had anticipated, and frankly she knew they both had anticipated enjoying it plenty. She imagined from his view it was spectacular, a woman with her skirt around her waist, her breasts hanging out of her shirt, about to give him the ride of his life, but he was still much too dressed for her tastes.
"This doesn't seem fair," she pointed out and Nick shrugged with a smug smile. He ran his hands down her body and she leaned down and slipped his shirt from the rest of his buttons, baring his sculpted chest and torso. His skin rippled a little when she ran her hands down his front, and she grinned again and reached for his belt buckle. She smiled a wicked smile and Nick yanked her forward, kissing her hard, his tongue more demanding than before. She pulled back, and unbuckled his pants. She pulled the zipper down slowly, as much as to move carefully it over his thick, hard cock pressing against it as to torture him a little. Nick panted in the tight confines and she realized he was ready for the opportunity to take her. There was a pause when both had to figure out how to move his pants down in the tight space, and an awkward little dance that rocked his SUV from side to side as he wriggled and she pulled at the denim. They finally succeeded in getting them over his hips enough where they would allow them to work, the horn of the car blasting through the forest quietness a few times as Adalind's ass bumped into it.
Secluded was a smart choice, she thought, glad this wasn't a parking garage.
"This was more comfortable when I was a teenager," Nick commented in the ensuing quiet. "Or maybe I just cared less about the awkwardness because I was having sex."
She smiled again, wondering what he had been like as a hormone filled teenage boy. Had he broken a lot of hearts?
"Did this a lot, did you?"
Nick snorted. "Hardly. I was what you called a late bloomer," he replied, and she widened her smile in affectionate amusement. "I did this just a few times before I figured out a bed, or just about anywhere else was more comfortable. And most of the time when I was doing this, it was in the backseat."
Adalind glanced over his shoulder to the seat in question. Kelly's car seat was secured on the passenger side bench.
"We could—"
"Forget it," Nick said. "We're committed at this point."
He lifted his hips again and she pulled his underwear down and was treated with the sight of Nick's dick, thick and pink and Adalind felt more wetness pool as she thought of him deep inside her. She stroked him a few times with her hand and Nick closed his eyes. He adjusted the seat back a little further, and then looked down where her hand was. He ran a finger over the edge of her underwear, and Adalind realized that she was still wearing hers and she was either going to have to climb back over the console to the passenger seat to get enough room to take them off, or—
Nick hooked a finger against the band near her crotch and pulled the fabric to the side.
Ah. This was why she loved him. Well, one of the many reasons. She gripped his dick and slid slowly over him, resulting in another reason: The feel of him inside her. She moaned a little again when he was all the way inside and Nick released a sigh. She opened her eyes to find Nick watching her, and she ran her hands over his chest, toying with his nipples, watching the muscles ripple again at her touch. She leaned over him, moving her mouth over his chest, her body rising up, Nick almost sliding out of her before she settled back over him. He groaned and tried to get her to move but she decided she liked the change in roles, where she was able to control how much and how fast she turned him on.
He moved his hands from her hips to fondle her breasts again, and she pressed against his hands loving the way her breast fit against him. He moved his hips again, and Adalind pressed a hand beside his head against the seat back and began to move over him.
The zipper of his jeans kept brushing against her ass as she moved down over him, and Nick kept having to adjust her underwear, until he finally just kept his finger hooked around the band to keep it pulled aside where they were joined. He gripped her hips and helped her ride over him, and she closed her eyes enjoying the sensation. She leaned back, knocking against the steering wheel, eliciting another short blast from the horn and moaned loudly when she felt the change stimulate her g-spot. She rode him as long as she could before her back began to ache and then she leaned forward again, over Nick and kissed him.
He smiled sexily, working the finger holding her underwear band to where the knuckle on one of his other fingers began to brush against her clit.
"God, I love, you," she moaned, and he smiled wider for a moment, his expression growing more serious as he tried to shift a little in the seat to adjust his position. Adalind paused and helped him to move, and she realized he was fighting the seat and her for more control with their coupling. He gripped her thigh with his other hand in a bruising grip, and Adalind gasped as he managed to thrust up into her. It felt fantastic. He did it again, and she gasped again, Nick's eyes darkening with lust and she quickened their pace.
She rode him faster and he thrust into her harder, the cabin of his car filling up with their breathy pants, fogging up the windows. He uttered her name low and possessive. She leaned forward again and ran her tongue over Nick's collarbone and her mouth over his nipples, before tasting the rough edges of his half-formed beard. He placed his hands around her ass and used the leverage to guide her up and down over him at the pace he wanted, and Adalind allowed him guide her for a few minutes, rocked her hips in a circular motion as she moved over him, feeling her orgasm build.
A phone buzzed, hers or his—probably his—she couldn't tell, and Nick looked up from her bouncing breasts, at the sound. They would need to hurry, real life was about to intrude once again, and Nick reaffirmed his hold on her and she steadied herself against him and she began to ride him hard and fast. She leaned back again, enjoying the stimulation of him against her, he ran his hands over her breasts, teasing and pinching the nipples, thumbs brushing against the underside of her breasts.
She was getting tight, thought Nick was too, and began to get loud and vocal, knowing that Nick got more turned on when she was coming undone.
"Oh, Nick," she breathed, and then moaned loudly as he thrust into her forcefully. She closed her eyes, and pulled at her nipple on her breast. He groaned as he watched her, and she put a finger in her mouth and then smiled slowly. He was panting, too, the position he was trying to maneuver in and the fighting off his release making him breathless.
"Fuck, Adalind," he muttered, and there was sweat starting to form at his brow. "Are you close?" he asked after a moment and Adalind, increased her pace.
"I think so," she breathed.
"You think?" he managed, and Adalind pulled the finger away from her mouth and slid it slowly down her front, watching Nick watch her as he gripped her hips tightly and adjusted their rhythm. She trailed it down all the way between them, and Nick closed his eyes again, and moved her jerkily over him.
"I'm close," he gasped, and Adalind almost said, I know that. She just smiled seductively when he met her eyes and continued to play with herself, closed her eyes for a moment and moaned low. He thrust up into her spastically and his reaction was enough to start her unwinding. She fingered her clit as she came hard over him and felt him spasm and spill into her.
She came to awareness when she registered the phone again, still buzzing loudly from somewhere. She was leaning against Nick's chest, listening to him breathe, the steady beat of his heart as he came down from his orgasm.
"Is that yours or mine?" she managed, her voice muffled against him.
"Mine," Nick said with a sigh.
"Where's it coming from?"
"My jeans pocket."
In other words, they were both sitting on it as it was somewhere underneath Nick's thighs, and his thighs were still underneath Adalind, still joined together in intimacy.
"I suppose I should move," Adalind added, feeling the effort to raise her head and speak more clearly momentous.
"Probably," Nick said, but he didn't move and neither did she. After a moment the phone silenced and she felt his fingers run through her hair, most of it fallen out of her chignon. His heart beat was steady, rarely out of its slower, constant thrum unless he was excited. It had beat wildly a few moments ago, but already it had resumed its normal beat.
"Thank you for meeting me," she murmured.
"How could I say no to a one-er?" he replied in some amusement, and Adalind snorted.
"Next time maybe we'll try the backseat," she said, propping her chin on her hand to look at him. He smiled.
"I don't think so. If this little excursion proved nothing else, it is that I am too old for getting off in a car."
"You're never too old to get off in a car," Adalind replied.
"Maybe not, but I'm definitely not as young as I used to be. I can't wait to take some ibuprofen when I get back to work. My back is going to be killing me," he said and she snorted again.
"Maybe when you get home tonight, I'll get a little oil and rub it down. Massage it up nice for you," she said wickedly and he quirked an eyebrow at her.
"You're trying to kill me," he said.
"Wouldn't be the first time," she quipped, and he smiled a little. "You just enjoy it much more now than you did before."
"Ha," he said, and then sighed in annoyance when his phone went off.
"You need to get that," Adalind said, and he nodded. She moved off him, feeling him slip out of her. She managed to maneuver over the gear shift and then sort of fell back into the passenger seat.
"You got any napkins or baby wipes?" Adalind asked, and he pointed to the glove box. She opened it and found both and handed him a stack and they went about cleaning themselves up. Nick fished his still buzzing phone out of his pocket and clicked it on as he finished cleaning himself off and tucked himself back in.
"Burkhardt," he said, glancing out the window. He ran his hand over the condensation on the inside of it, and Adalind noticed that a light mist had begun falling outside. He looked back at her and watched her put herself back together, smiling in amusement as she tried to tug her skirt back down over her hips. It wouldn't budge and she heard a couple of seams breaking. She huffed a sigh and he said something into the phone. She recognized his tone as one he often used when conversing with Hank. She gave up on the skirt for the moment and rearranged her bra and buttoned up her shirt. Nick looked out the windshield, listening to Hank before turning to look at her when she opened the passenger side door.
She smiled self-consciously and then stepped out of the car and then wriggled and jumped and moved around until she succeeded in moving her skirt back over her ass and hips and down her thighs again ignoring the sound of more seams ripping. At this point what was even holding it together? Nick disconnected from his call and grinned.
"Don't say anything," she warned and he held up his hands in defense. He lifted his hips off the seat as he slid his jeans back over them. A few moments later he was done back up and fairly presentable.
The ground was damp under her feet, and she looked down remembering her shoes were in the floorboards on Nick's side. Or one of them was, anyway.
She glanced up at him to find him holding it out to her with raised eyebrows.
"Thank you," she said curtly. She leaned against the door as she slipped it on, and Nick leaned over the console to grab the other one to hand to her. "Thanks" she said again, and then sunk two inches into ground when she put her full weight on both.
She managed to get back into his SUV without further incident and Nick started the engine.
"Homicide?" Adalind asked.
"Yup," he said, and put the car in reverse. It rocked over the terrain, jarring Adalind as it went over another tree root. He shifted into drive again and made their way back slowly the way they came. Adalind glanced behind them, taking one last look at what remained of his family's legacy. Most of what he had ever had had been taken away from him, little by little until all that remained were burnt out ruins, or the messy detritus of relationships lost. He was quiet as they drove, probably thinking about his case, and they made it back out to the highway without another word passed between them. It was well past the hour she was allotted for lunch. Would be going on an hour and a half by the time she got back to the office, and she wondered if she looked as presentable as he did.
"How do I look?" She asked, running her hand self-consciously over her clothes. He glanced at her in confusion.
"How do you mean?" he asked.
She turned in her seat. "How do I look?"
"Beautiful," he said, "You look beautiful." She rolled her eyes, despite his sincerity. He was also playing it safe with his answer, unsure of what she was really asking and hedging his bets.
"So I don't look like I'm freshly fucked?"
He glanced at her again, eyes lingering longer this time, sweeping over her clothes before pausing on her hair.
"No," he said unconvincingly, and she flipped the visor down and peered in the vanity mirror.
"Nick!" she said when she saw her reflection.
"Well, maybe," he amended. "Yeah, you look freshly fucked," he admitted. "and like you really enjoyed it."
Her face was red where his mouth had run over it, coarse facial hair irritating her skin as much as she delighted in it. Her hair was a mess, and her makeup was in a major need of a touch up. As in, taken completely off and reapplied.
She might be presentable to retake her corner on the street, but if Berman or anyone else in the office saw her she was in trouble.
"Want me to walk you in?" Nick asked mischievously, obviously on the same wavelength, and she rolled her head to glare at him. He was well aware most of the female population of the office viewed him with unhealthy interest. Nick looking smug and satisfied beside Adalind in her present state would only serve to boost their interest and raise his reputation amongst the breakroom gossipers. He had created quite the buzz months ago when he had shown up in her office and then proceeded to romantically declare his devotion to her, not that the people in office all knew that, but what they couldn't hear, they could definitely see.
"No," she said, and he grinned. His smile vanished when his phone buzzed again, and he fished it out of the cupholder where he had set it.
"Burkhardt," he barked. "Wu! Whatta you got?"
Adalind went back to assessing her appearance while he gleaned more facts from Wu about his new case.
"Sorry about that. Yeah, I, uh, had a thing with Adalind," she heard him say, and she looked at him. He noticed her attention and glanced away. "No, just a—yeah, at the daycare," he said, latching on to the excuse Wu had apparently provided him. "Like a parent/teacher sort conference type thing. It went a little longer than I thought it would. I'm on my way back. Should be there in thirty minutes, if traffic cooperates. You guys still gonna be there for a bit?"
He could be there in fifteen if he didn't have to take her back to work, she thought. She risked one last look at herself and flipped the visor up.
He finished up his call with Wu and hung up the phone.
He was right. She looked freshly fucked. There was no way she could return to the office in her present condition.
"Drop me off at home," Adalind said and Nick looked at her in surprise.
"Home? Don't you have to go back to the office?"
"Not like this, I can't. I need a shower. And a change of clothes."
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."
"This was a great idea. Just the next time we do it, maybe we'll try to coordinate it with a day off, or a half day, or maybe more towards the end of the day."
"Then we wouldn't have a one-er, and you can't seriously be thinking we're going to do this again."
"We might have to shoot for a fiver," Adalind replied. "And yes I am. And don't act like you didn't enjoy it." Adalind retorted.
"I'd enjoy myself more if I had more room, and maybe, you know, a bed."
"Didn't use a bed this morning," she replied, and he smiled, remembering.
"No, we didn't," he agreed. "Had more room though."
"Fine," she said, "next one-er or fiver you can pick the place. Wait a sec—you picked this one! What are you complaining about?"
"This was the best I could do on short notice. I wasn't planning on having a one-er—are we seriously going to keep calling it that?—today."
"That's the idea of a one-er, and yes—we are."
"Next time we'll just go back to the loft," he said, and Adalind wasn't all that averse to that idea and was pleased to hear there would be a next time.
"Fine with me," she said. "I can make you scream anywhere." She grinned when he looked at her.
"Careful," he said in a cool tone, looking away. "I seem to recall someone faintly whimpering for me to relieve her agony not too long ago."
She gave him a look, and he smiled again, turning into the lot that housed their loft.
"I know where you live and I've got a long memory," she threatened. He pressed the garage door opener and leaned over the console to kiss her goodbye.
"Then I look forward to jogging it when I get home tonight."