PART EIGHTEEN: Promises.
She woke up with the smell of coffee coming from her side of the bed. He was sat next to her.
"Didn't mean to woke you up." he said
"You didn't. But that coffee did." she said as she sat in bed before reaching for the cup of coffee.
Suddenly a beep come from the kitchen.
"C'mon, breakfast is ready."
"You made breakfast?"
"Yes, I did!"
"Aren't you just full of surprises, Mr. Louis Vartann?" she said as she followed him to the kitchen.
"I'll see you tonight?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, securing her in his arms. She had missed the safety of his embrace.
"I don't know when I'll be back. The case is more complicated than I thought." she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I'll be here." he said before placing his lips on her. It didn't take long for the soft kiss to became passionate. It didn't take long for her hands to find his hair. It didn't take long for him to bring her even closer to him.
"For more than I loved not to leave this room. We have bad guys to catch." she chuckled at his statement.
"I'll finish it later." she said in a seductive tone making him wanting to pin her against the wall and not allowing her to leave the house until both their carnal, passionate desires were satisfied.
But they both had worked to do, just like he had said, they had bad guys to catch.
The case had turned out more complicated than she thought. She had to stay a little longer than she planned. She just wanted a hot bubble bat and a glass of wine. But that's when reality hit her. She wasn't going back to her empty house. She was going to his place. His place. And a new found smile appeared on her face. She loved the idea of having someone waiting for her at home. Someone who she could talk to. Someone who would understand when she'd talk. He was a cop after all.
She opened up the door of his apartment and noticed the smell coming from the kitchen. He had made dinner. Again. A flashback from the talk they had had once in the middle of the hall way come colorful in her mind. She smiled. He had kept his word.
They were sitting in the couch with the laptop in front of them. On the side of the screen stood her two girls. Grace and Lindsey. Her two girls happily smiling while rumbling about the sunshine city. He put his arm around her waist and it didn't go unnoticed by Grace. But she knew better than start making question while he was standing right there. But she liked what she saw. And what she saw was a genuine happy smile on her mother's face.
She closed the laptop and snuggled in his embrace. He passed his fingers through her hair. She listened to sound of his heartbeat.
"So what is life like in DC?" he asked.
"Cold. But not that much different than here."
"Not that much different?"
"Work. Home. Work. Same ole thing except with a better pay check."
"Met anyone new?" he hated it. But he had to ask. He just couldn't stop it. He had to.
Yes, she felt same in his arms. Yes, she loved the feeling of his skin against hers. Yes, she wanted him. But she was also a woman who had learn to count only in herself. She had been burned by love. More times than one. She got used to keep it all to herself. She was not the kind person who would share her life.
"Lou… " she looked up at him.
"I'm not asking anything too difficult, am I?"