Author's Note: So I really don't like this story. I don't know if its because I couldn't chock it full of angst, or what. But it makes my nose wrinkle in disgust. But, hopefully you all don't share my distaste.
She leads you to her car, turning suddenly and shoving you roughly against the driver's side door. Placing her arms on either side of you, she leans towards you and your breath catches because you want nothing more than to feel her lips pressed against yours, and you think she's finally going to make that happen. But, much to your dismay, her lips don't descend on yours. Instead, they brush against your ear as she asks, "Stalking me, Jareau?"
She pulls back slightly, enough to look you in the eye and as you stutter out your answer, and you wonder briefly how you got to be media liaison for the FBI.
"N-n-no. Just-" You clear your throat. "Just happened to see you."
"That's too bad." She says, her voice dropping an octave as she continues. "You sitting out there every night watching me would have been so hot." Her eyes twinkle and you know you've been caught.
"How long have you known?" You ask, not as embarrassed as you thought you would have been. Which probably has something to do with how she's still pressed against you.
"That you come to the club? Or why you come to the club?" She grins at you.
You pretend to think for a moment. "Both." You finally answer, genuinely interested in how she figured you out, if nothing else.
"Well," she starts, leaning further into you, "I noticed you the first time you walked through the doors, about a month after I started coming here. I realized why you came, because of the times you stay away. Always when I've told you guys I'm working the bar. The times I worked the bar and didn't tell you, you slipped in and then back out. Yeah, I noticed. Billy did, too."
Her lips against your neck surprise you, but you relax into her touch, leaning back against the car as her hands come to rest on your sides. Your head tilts to the side, but she pulls her mouth from your neck, drawing a disappointed whimper from your throat.
She leans towards your ear. "That's so hot."
Her voice sends shivers down your spine and as she moves to back away from you, you slide one arm around her back, keeping her firmly pressed against you. Your other hand slips under her chin, forcing her eyes to meet yours. She's been so confident up until now, that you're surprised at the unmistakable vulnerability you can see in her eyes.
She struggles against you, pushing against the car, trying to break your hold on her, but you just wait patiently for her to stop. Once she realizes that resistance is futile, she turns her head away, her arms going limp at her sides. Sliding your hands to her shoulders you push her back slightly so you can look in her eyes. She shys away from you again. Placing two fingers under her chin, you bring her eyes back to yours.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Her eyes close at the term of endearment, and you find yourself confused beyond belief. You don't understand how she can go from so forward one moment, to reserved and closed off the next. And you prepare to tell her as much.
But she opens her mouth before you can. Still not looking at you, she speaks.
"There's a difference between seducing you, and loving you." She takes a deep breath and raises her eyes shyly to yours. "I don't want to seduce you, Jennifer."
Her eyes close again, which is sad, because she misses the smile that graces your features. She comes willingly enough when you pull her closer, and her eyes all but fly open as you whisper against her lips, "Then love me, Emily." You press your lips gently againt hers, and you smile when you feel her relax into your arms.
You lean back laughing lightly as her mouth attempts to follow yours.
"Take me home?"
The question is in her eyes and on your lips.
And the answer is yes.
A/N: So, there it is. This is the end, unless I wake up one morning and decide I need to continue. But I don't think so. So review, because you know you want to.