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~Just a quick note. I discovered that Chapter 12 only had 1900 words in it so I chopped it in half and put half in 11 and half in 13. Which makes this story one less chapter but makes both chapters longer. So there's more here than what I hinted at yesterday =D
Chapter 11 – A Greek God
Legates walked up the steps of the Hodgins estate next to his parents. They were oohing and ahhing over the house but Legates eyes were on Michelle as she practically ran up the steps. He could see where the wire from the wing on her costume had poked a hole in her dress. He mentally winced at the irritation that probably had caused.
John noticed his son's eyes on the derriere of the young woman running up the steps. John's eyes narrowed and a small frown pulled at his mouth. When they entered the foyer, they saw the luggage had been delivered to the house. Techie was speaking with Hodgins. A few moments later, Techie began making rounds about rooms and where people would be staying while guests were there.
"Legates, up to you do you want to sleep in the same room with your parents or do you want to share with Perkins? His parents are here too," Techie asked.
"I'll sleep with Perkins. He gets the couch though," Legates said.
Techie nodded and approached Perkins who just nodded and left the foyer to grab his clothes and strip the bed.
"Mama, Dad, you'll get a room here in a few minutes. They're doubling some of us up so you can get your own room," he told them.
His parents nodded and his mom shot him a smile. It was interesting watching him do his job. She knew he was in the military, she knew some of what he did but she had never seen him in action. She was proud of the man her son had become.
John stood with his lips pursed and his eyes narrowed in contemplation. A frown puckered Sadie's brow as she wondered what had her husband tied up in knots.
"Tell you what, I'll show you around while they fix your room. After that I have a patrol but I'm sure there's enough to keep you entertained," Legates told them. He proceeded to show them around the mansion.
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Michelle frantically ran up the steps to the Hodgins estate. She didn't expect the wing wire to snap and stab her in the butt. It was painful and more than likely had ruined her dress. She could feel someone watching her but at the moment her worries were elsewhere. She moved quickly through the foyer, down the stairs and to her room.
Closing the door behind her, she reached over her shoulders and snatched the wings from her back and winced at the tearing noise. She let out a sigh of relief and unzipped her dress. Pulling it off, she groaned at the hole in the back. Sighing, she tossed it on the bed. She pulled on her robe and walked to the dresser. As she reached her dresser, her cell phone began to ring. Glancing at the caller ID, she rolled her eyes and answered it.
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Legates had finished his tour and his parents were settled into their room. He walked quietly to his room and changed into his night gear. He met up with the four other guys and they decided on their patrols. After checking to make sure their gear was active, they slid out into the night. This was boring, Hodgins had this place locked down like Ft. Knox and he had to wander around in the dark. He listened but let his feet wander the familiar patrol while his mind took an unfamiliar path.
It had been awhile since he'd danced with a woman and felt like a lot longer than a while since he'd been with a woman. He could still feel her body pressed flush up against his. Taking a deep breath, he tamped down his arousal. That's all he needed was to walk around with a hard on. He caught movement from the corner of his eye and jerked his head to the side. He was staring at the house, a set of patio doors were lit up.
His mouth fell open at the sight of Michelle pacing back and forth on the phone. She was wearing black fuck me heels and stockings that came to mid-thigh. The short silky robe swirled around her thighs as she paced, giving a peek of the lace that topped her stockings. Oh he was going to hell, most definitely. Now he'd never get the image of her pressed up against him wearing those particular garments out of his mind. Groaning softly, he spun on his heel and headed towards the meeting point.
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"Hello, Tanya," Michelle answered her phone.
"Where the hell are you? All your roommate will tell me is you went on vacation and won't tell me where. What's up with that bullshit?" Tanya screeched at her.
Rowan paused, listening to the cell phone conversation closely. All communications in and out of the house were being monitored closely and recorded.
"Look something came up with Cam's job and I am in protective custody of sorts. Techie, you can stop listening from here on out. That's all I'm going to say about it," Michelle said.
"Techie? Who the hell is Techie?" Tanya asked after pulling the phone back from her head and looking at it.
"Security issues. I'm sure they are monitoring and recording my call and someone is listening to make sure I'm not saying anything I'm not supposed to. And knowing you, and I do, the next question will involve answers Techie won't want to hear," Michelle said, pacing.
"So protective custody...are there yummy FBI guys? I mean like your mom's friend Booth," Tanya started quizzing her.
Rowan snorted and covered her mouth with her hand. Cruz looked at the head of the Criminal Investigation Division and she waved her hand.
"I want to hear if it's that funny," Cruz whined.
"I don't trust you with this conversation," Rowan said, trying to protect the young woman's privacy as much as possible.
"Is one of the guys calling a one nine hundred number," Cruz snorted.
"Nope," she answered blandly.
"Not FBI guys but by your definition there are about twenty-five yummy guys wandering around here," Michelle said, answering Tanya's question.
"Ooohh have any of them caught your eye?" Tanya asked excitedly.
Rowan almost leaned forward in anticipation of the answer.
Michelle paused before answering Tanya. She and Legates had been casually flirting but she wasn't sure if he was interested in it being anymore than that.
"Ooooohhhhh one has," Tanya squealed, making Michelle jerk the phone away from her ear.
"Yes, there is a guy that makes my lady parts tingle," Michelle said with a smirk.
Rowan's mouth fell open and she grabbed the edge of the desk so she didn't fall off her chair. She couldn't stop the roar of laughter that was ripped from her. Cruz looked at her and growled in irritation at being left out of the loop.
"Did you just say he makes you horny? You've never been horny for a guy. Not even when you were sleeping with them. I gotta meet this guy," Tanya gurgled, her voice full of laughter.
"It's a little more than that. He's hot, he's nice, he's funny and he's intelligent. But I'm not sure how serious he is. I mean is he just flirting or is he willing to stick around ya know. I'm not a booty call," Michelle said, jamming her hands in her hair in frustration. She suddenly realized she was still wearing the wig.
"Unggh," she said, tearing it off her head and flinging it on the chair.
She walked to the bathroom and put her phone on speaker. She started brushing out her hair waiting for Tanya to say anything.
"That you will have to talk to him about. But you can talk to me about what Mr. Hottie Pants looks like," Tanya said. Michelle closed her eyes briefly and smiled.
"Tall-"
"How tall?" Tanya interrupted. Michelle paused and moved her arms as if guestimating.
"I'd say somewhere around 6'6 maybe 6'7," Michelle told her. She heard Tanya rumble in approval.
"Olive skin, black hair, and these crystal blue eyes," Michelle said.
"Wait- A WHITE GUY!" Tanya nearly screeched into the phone. Michelle sighed and wondered if this was going to be a constant issue.
"Yes, a white guy. Does it really matter? Who gives a shit what color his skin is? I mean I dated black guys and one of them was a real asshole. You remember him, yeah, the one who was having sex with another girl in MY bed," Michelle snapped, getting irritated.
"Hey, no, you know me better than that. It just deviates from your norm is all," Tanya said soothingly. Michelle let out a huff of air.
"Okay so now that's covered let's talk about the body," Tanya encouraged.
Rowan raised her eyebrows in approval of Michelle's defense of the possible relationship. She agreed, who gave a shit about skin color.
"Well, he's definitely not fat and definitely not a twig," Michelle said, silently laughing at the lack of information.
"Okay, so what I'm getting is a Greek God stature then," Tanya said dreamily.
"How the hell do you do that?" Michelle said, scowling at the phone.
"Honey, if he's that tall and he's not fat or a twig he's probably built," Tanya drooled. Michelle laughed and rolled her eyes.
"So is he like body builder muscley or just hot rippling muscles?" Tanya asked, trying to get as many details as possible.
"Rippling most definitely," Michelle said.
Rowan nodded, grinned and silently agreed. Any sane straight woman would have noticed any of the men in that particular unit. Their bodies were part of their job and well maintained.
"Yummy," Tanya sighed dreamily.
"Yeah, well we'll see. He might not be interested," Michelle said quietly.
Rowan snorted on the other side of the headset. That boy was interested for sure but for keeps or not? She silently wondered. Cruz had taken to watching Rowan as she listened to this conversation which was now working on an hour long.
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Legates was getting tired. It had been a super long day and his patrol would end in the middle of the night. He might be able to get some sleep before he had to get up in the morning and do his second patrol. He padded quietly to his room and opened the door. Perkins wasn't there so he started pulling off his gear. He was about to reach for the hem of his tee shirt when there was a knock at the door. He opened the door a crack then swung it wide when he saw his parents standing there.
"Come in," he said, waving them into the room.
They stepped in and looked around. His mother walked to the couch in the room and perched on the edge. Legates looked at them with concern.
"What's up? You two are normally asleep by now," he said, walking around picking up the gear he'd just shed. He had just sat on the bed and was untying his boot when his father cleared his throat. Legates looked up at him questioningly.
"Son, we need to talk," John said, looking at his son.
Legates mentally groaned, he hadn't heard that voice since he got 'the talk' when he was in high school. He shuddered slightly but nodded towards his father.
"What's on your mind?" Legates asked, untying his second boot.
"Are you dating that Michelle girl?" His dad asked in a hesitant voice. Legates froze and a scowl crossed his face. He had a bad feeling about this conversation already.
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Michelle had just hung up with Tanya when she made a decision. Tanya was right, if she wanted to know if he was really interested he was the person to ask. She pulled on her flannel pajama pants and matching long sleeve shirt. Opening her door, she turned right, padded down the hall and up the stairs. She walked up the steps and into the kitchen. She looked around and spotted Goodman stepping in the door.
"Hey, Goodman, you seen Legates?" She asked him in a calm tone. Goodman's face spread into a smile at Michelle's question.
"What's it worth to you?" Goodman asked with a knowing smirk. Her eyes narrowed as she processed her options.
"The better question is what's it worth to you? See, I have to speak with him about something and he might possibly be mighty pissed if this conversation didn't happen because you wouldn't tell me where he was," she told him. Goodman shook his head and grinned.
"His patrol ended about ten maybe fifteen minutes ago. I'd say he's in his room trying to get some sleep," he told her.
She nodded and turned to leave the kitchen. She walked quietly down the stairs and cringed as she walked by some doors and heard things she wished she hadn't. Moans being at the top of that list. She continued to where Legates room was and paused before knocking. She had her hand raised and was about to apply it when she heard the shout and froze.
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"Not currently. We're just doing some flirting but-" Legates started.
"Good that's good," his father interrupted him.
"Excuse me?" Legates said, sitting up straight both his feet hitting the floor.
Sadie frowned, she knew that look and this conversation was not going well at all. John wanted to say his piece. She didn't agree with it all but he wanted to say it. They had already spent the last few hours arguing about it.
"I don't think she's the girl for you," John said.
"How would you even know? You've just barely met her and you know nothing about her," Legates pointed out to his father.
"It's not her personality I'm worried about," his father blustered. Legates froze in confusion.
"What are you talking about? I'm really confused here. Is it what Hannah Burley wrote about her in the paper?" He asked worried his parents might think something that wasn't true about the Maluku situation.
"No, it's not that," John said, swiping his hand through the air.
"Then please explain," Legates growled in frustration.
"Don't you growl at me, Boy," John said, pointing his finger at his son.
"Sorry, Dad, I'm just getting a little frustrated here," Legates sighed, rubbing the back of his head.
"Look, I understand that she is exotic," John said. Legates looked at him with confusion still on his face.
"But I don't think you should date a negro," his father said.
Legates rocked back in horror and shock.
"What did you just say?" Legates said in a low whispered tone. Sadie knew it was time to intervene.
"John, enough. You are showing your ass," Sadie said sharply.
"Sadie, you stay out of this. This is between me and him," John snapped back. Legates was still sitting on the bed with his lips pressed tight in anger.
"You hypocrite," Legates said in a low snarl.
"Now look here-"
"No, you look here. I couldn't have asked for better parents. You've been supportive, you've raised me to have good values and to be a good person. One of the things that you taught me is never judge a book by its cover. That it didn't matter what the person looked like on the outside but what mattered was on the inside. And then you turn around and say that," Legates barked.
His neck was flushing, his eyes had gone to an almost black color and the vein at his temple was throbbing. Sadie couldn't remember ever having seen her son this mad.
"Michael, Honey, please just calm down," Sadie said, trying to calm him down.
"Do you feel the same way?" Legates asked, turning to face his mother. Sadie slowly shook her head.
"No, Honey, I do not. Your father and I have been fighting about this," Sadie said, her eyes sad and knowing.
Legates stood there his breath huffing out in anger, his eyes cold and his face marred by a snarl. His father stepped up close and got in his face.
"Now you look here, young man. You will listen to me. It's just not right for you to be dating a nigger," John hollered into Legates face.
The whole room froze at the word that had just come out of John's mouth. Legates drew his fist back but froze before he hit his father.
"The only reason I don't knock your teeth out is because you raised me," Legates snarled. He stomped to the door and put his hand on the knob.
"Now, I want to ask her out on a date and I am going to once this crap is over. Maybe if she's interested it will get serious. Yeah, I like her and you know what skin color is not important to me. Now GET OUT," Legates' voice had started soft but got louder as he spoke.
On the last word, he flung the door open. The look of horror that crossed his mother's face let him know something was seriously wrong. Turning to face the hallway, he saw Michelle standing there with her hand up like she was going to knock. Her face was etched in horror and her eyes full of pain.
"Michelle," Legates said softly.
Flinching, she let her hand drop and she took a step back. Turning on her heel, she fled down the hallway.
"Dad, I have nothing further to say to you. I will not speak to you again until you apologize to both her and me. Mama, you know how to get a hold of me," Legates said, before storming out into the hallway. He followed the hallway down to Michelle's door. He lifted his hand and knocked on the door.
"Michelle, open up. Please? I need to talk to you," he said to the door.
Silence greeted his knock and entreaty. Leaning his forearm on the door, he knocked again. After the third round of knocking, Cam threw her door open and stepped into the hall. She was covered in a knee length robe and her hair was a mess.
"Legates, what the hell is going on?" She snapped, striding angrily toward him.
"I need to talk to Michelle," Legates told her.
"Need or want?" Cam growled, tying her robe even tighter.
"Need," he replied. Cam pushed him away from the door and stepped closer to it.
"Michelle?" Cam called through the door as she knocked. Not receiving a reply, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. Legates went to follow her and she put her hand up.
"I don't know what's going on here but I do know that if Michelle is not speaking to someone she's either hurt or angry. Either way you'd best stay in the hallway," Cam said. Legates nodded and stepped back into the hallway.
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Michelle's mouth fell open in horror as she heard a very loud voice say that someone shouldn't be dating a nigger. Horror crossed her face as she heard nothing. Suddenly, she heard Legates speaking to low for her to hear but he slowly got louder. Then he shouted 'Get out', the door flung open and she stood there with horror etched on her face.
Pain flashed into her eyes when she realized it was Legates parents that had been in the room. Which meant that they did not approve and Legates had just kicked them out. She had caused a fight between him and his parents.
"Michelle," Legates said softly.
She flinched, dropped her hand and stepped back. Turning her back, she fled down the hall. Reaching her room, she walked in and closed her door. She scanned the room and realized she didn't want to be there. Opening the patio doors, she slipped out into the night. She was walking around looking for a place to hide that wasn't too dark. She stood on the edge of a circle of light, scanning for a hiding place when Goodman stepped out of the dark.
"Freeze," he said forcefully and she froze.
"Goodman?" She asked tentatively and he visibly relaxed.
"Michelle?"
"Yeah, I just need some fresh air," she choked out.
"Are you okay?" He asked suddenly worried about her.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said quietly.
"Okay, just stay around here and you won't have to worry about the other patrols," he said quietly.
She nodded and looked around. Spotting the pond, she moved towards the tree next to the pond. A large security light was on a pole at the top of the tree. She could stand under the tree and be in the light and shadows at the same time. Goodman frowned as he watched her wrap her arms around herself and walk away. Shaking his head, he continued with his patrol.
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Cam looked around the room in a sweeping gesture, she knew Michelle wasn't here. Legates stared at the black shoe on the floor with an almost broken look on his face.
"She's not here. I don't know where she is but she's not here. I don't know what happened but you'd better find her and fix it," Cam growled, pushing him further into the hall and closed the door behind her.
Legates nodded, turned on his heel and headed towards the pool area. A quick sweep of the area showed no one had been there lately. He went back through the game room, his eyes scanning all the corners and seeing nothing.
Growling, he headed upstairs. He opened the doors in the foyer looking for her. She wasn't in any of these rooms either. His last stop was the kitchen and dining room. He let out a grunt of irritation, she wasn't there either.
Sliding the doors open, he stepped out onto the patio and scanned the surrounding area. He saw nothing and wiped his hand down his face. Goodman walked past on his patrol and Legates flagged him down.
"Goodman, you seen Michelle within the last half hour or so?" He asked his face scrunched in worry.
Goodman paused and thought about not telling him where Michelle was. But she had not indicated anything so he just nodded.
"Yeah, she's over by the pond. Last I saw her she was next to the tree. She's been there for better part of that half hour and hasn't moved," he told Legates, pointing towards the pond.
"Thanks, man," Legates answered.
"Tread carefully, Dude, she's a little wigged out," Goodman cautioned.
"Yeah, I know," Legates said with a sigh.
He took off walking, his boot strings flapping around his ankles. His eyes were scanning the pond and they missed her on the first pass, she was leaning against the trunk of the tree. The shadows made by the security light hid her. He stopped four feet from where she was standing and looked again. When he spotted her, he turned and walked closer.
"Michelle?" He said quietly, trying not to startle her. She turned to look at him then turned back to staring at the water.
"Hey, look at me," he said urgently. She frowned but turned her gaze to him.
"What did you want?" He asked her gently. She shook her head and went back to staring at the water.
"Doesn't matter," she said in a flat tone devoid of emotion.
"Yeah. it does. If you're knocking on my door in the middle of the night something must be up," he prodded.
She let out a sigh and rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. He flinched realizing she was probably wiping away tears.
"I actually came to see if you were just casually flirting or if you were interested in maybe something more," she said shyly. He let out a chuff and chuckled. She flinched then glared at him.
"You could have said casual flirting. You didn't have to laugh at me," she said bitingly.
"No, Michelle, I'm not laughing at you. I promise. My parents kind of asked me the same thing," he started to explain.
"Yeah, I heard what your father thinks. So, it's okay I understand you not wanting to date a nigger," she spat the last word with venom she had never displayed before.
Sucking in a breath, he slammed his eyes shut and prayed for a way to make this go easier.
"Keeping steadfast love for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin, but who will by no means clear the guilty, visiting the iniquity of the fathers on the children and the children's children, to the third and the fourth generation. Exodus 34:7," he whispered. She glanced at him with question in her eyes.
"I am not my father and I do not believe as he does. Please don't paint me with that ugly brush. I was raised differently. What my father said was hypocrisy at its worst. I was taught to see people for who they are on the inside not what is on the outside. I think that you seem to be a great person that I would really like to get to know better," he said. She shook her head and glanced at him.
"I will not be the cause of a family rift. If my family, weird though it is, taught me anything it's that family comes first and is important," she stated, pushing off the tree.
"Nuh, uh, this conversation is not over," he said, blocking her path. She looked up at him and glared.
"I believe it is," she snapped.
"Nope, not even close," he said, starting to box her in towards the tree. Her eyes widened in fear.
"No, I would never hurt you, Michelle. Take a deep breath and listen to me," he said quietly. Michelle sucked in a breath through her nose and slowly released it. He nodded and looked down at her.
"Look, I like you a lot. You're a lot of fun to be around and I really do want to get to know you better," he said. She snorted just what she needed another male friend.
"Sure, I'll add you to the list of guy friends I have," she said with a slight bite to her voice. He echoed her earlier snort and shook his head.
"Not even close," he said, taking another step closer to her.
Bending down, he captured her lips in a soft kiss. She froze for a second then applied some pressure to his mouth. Nipping at her bottom lip, he gained access and swept his tongue into her mouth.
Goodman strolled by and bit his lip to keep from laughing at the huge hulking Legates bent over kissing Michelle. Once he was long past, he snickered softly. When Legates pulled back, he pushed the hair off the side of her face.
"I don't kiss my friends," he said, "if you're interested I would want more."
"What about your dad?" She said, her voice wavering in her anxiety.
"I've already told my dad how I feel about it and he knows where we stand. The next move is his. My mom does not think like him so we have no issues," he told her in a no nonsense voice.
"Are you sure about this?" She asked still uncertain if he was serious.
"Yep, now let's get you inside. It's freezing and you're running around barefoot and in your pajamas," he said, pointing at her bare feet.
She shrugged and pushed off the tree. Reaching out, he grabbed her hand and tugged her closer to him. His large frame blocked the cold breeze that made her shiver.
"How am I supposed to look at your dad knowing that he thinks I'm a-"
"Don't say that word. I hate it, always have. Don't look at him. Just ignore him, I will be," he told her.
They walked into the house, neither saying a word. They moved quietly through the kitchen, foyer and downstairs hallway. Neither saw Cam standing in the doorway of the man cave. She watched as the pair stopped in front of Michelle's door.
A few words were exchanged and then she saw Michelle crook her finger and Legates leaned over. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his mouth to hers. He didn't fight it and Cam nodded with a smile. All was right in her little girl's world for now. She waited as the pair parted and Legates walked off towards his own room. When she heard his door click shut, Cam headed towards her own room for the night.
The next morning sunlight filtered in through the patio doors making Michelle blink. Rolling from the bed, she stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Climbing in, she let the warm water run over her body. She shivered as she thought about his lips on hers and smiled. Picking up her body wash, she poured it on her sponge. Lathering it up, she proceeded to get clean.
Legates knocked on Michelle's door but didn't get an answer. He pushed the door open and heard the shower running. Walking over to the bathroom door, he knocked . Michelle jumped in the shower and frowned. Who the hell would be knocking on her shower door?
"Uhh what?" She asked, hoping it wasn't some weirdo like Murphy on the other side of the door.
"Michelle, I came to see if you wanted to grab some food," Legates said through the door. Michelle relaxed at the sound of his voice coming through the door.
"Uh, yeah, gimmie a few minutes to finish here," she said.
He nodded, walked away from the door, flopped down in the chair in her room and waited for her to emerge. He smelled the sweet smell of vanilla drifting from the bathroom. His eyebrows rose at the scent. Glancing towards the dresser, he saw Warm Vanilla Sugar body spray and took a mental note. He propped his temple on his knuckles and his elbow on the arm of the chair while he waited. His mind was wandering to places it probably shouldn't with mental visions of Michelle wet, her skin glistening and soapy bubbles running down her skin.
The door to the bathroom swung open and Michelle stepped out and he forgot to breathe. She was wrapped in a towel and headed his way. She stopped in front of the dresser without acknowledging his presence and pulled open the top drawer. She rifled through the drawer and withdrew a pair of aqua colored lace thingies, he couldn't honestly classify them as underwear, there just wasn't enough to them. He coughed into his hand before she dropped her hand to pull them on. She jumped and spun to face him clutching a knife in one hand and the top of her towel in the other.
"Jesus, where the hell did that come from?" He squawked, pointing at the knife.
"What are you talking about? I thought you were waiting in the hall or the rec room or something," She squeaked, waving the knife at him.
"Ahh, sorry, I didn't realize you didn't get dressed in the bathroom after a shower," he said a shameless grin crossing his features. She rolled her eyes and dropped the knife on top of her dresser.
"I had a small incident on campus after returning from-" she paused, "overseas and I went through the classes for knife fighting and to get a permit to carry a concealed weapon. And I do."
She dug around in the top drawer again, pulling out a matching bra. She leaned over to open the second drawer and presented Legates with a barely covered view of her butt. He choked back a groan and stared at the ceiling.
"Michelle," he said in a strangled tone.
"What?" She asked, looking over her shoulder.
He grunted and waved his finger in her general direction. She snorted and stood up straight. She sighed and stomped to the bathroom. After entering the bathroom, she pulled on her bra, panties then her robe. Coming back out of the bathroom, she stalked to the dresser.
"If you want to break into my room then at least stop acting like you don't want to see me," she said, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Don't stick it out unless you intend to use it," he rumbled at her.
She watched as his eyes lightened by several shades and a dark circle appeared around the outer edges. She rolled hers and started digging in the drawers again.
"So what exactly is it you want?" She asked him as she pulled out a pair of jeans. He choked out a gasp and tried to tamp down his perverted half but it couldn't be stopped.
"You naked beneath me moaning my name," he said.
He smacked his hand over his mouth and held the other up defensively. She stood up straight and turned to look at him, her eyes wide in surprise.
"Sorry, sorry, I have to learn to turn my inner voice off," he said. She slowly smiled and shook her head. Pulling open the bottommost drawer, she dug for a shirt.
"Okay, what is it that you broke into my room for then?" She asked, still digging.
"I uhh wanted to see if you were ready for breakfast as I said earlier. I have a patrol in about an hour," he said. She stopped and nodded.
"Yeah, you did say that didn't you? That's fine just gimmie a sec to throw on some clothes," she said.
As she was walking towards the bathroom her cell phone started ringing from the bed. Sighing, she swiped it up on her way by.
"Hello, Dearie," Tanya said chipperly.
Legates watched her backside as it disappeared into the bathroom. She didn't close the door all the way and he prayed he wouldn't be able to see anything at the same time hoping he would.
"Did you need something Tanya I'm kinda in a hurry here," Michelle said, hitting the speakerphone button and setting the phone on the counter.
"Yeah, did you talk to the Greek god that makes your lady parts tingle?" She asked not even trying to stifle her laughter.
Michelle crossed her fingers and prayed that hadn't been heard. Legates sat out in the room and clapped his hand over his mouth. He smothered his laugh behind his hand.
"Tanya," Michelle hissed.
"Did you at least talk to him?" She asked still exuberant tone.
By this point Legates was listening intently to the conversation. He knew eavesdropping was wrong but after what had just been said he had to.
"Yes, I did and no it's none of your business," Michelle said.
"Does he look good naked?" Tanya asked, enjoying herself way too much.
"I wouldn't know. This conversation is over. I'm going to get breakfast," Michelle said, hanging up the phone.
She exited the bathroom carrying her socks and phone. She threw the phone on the bed and sat on the edge. She glanced at Legates and he was staring at the ceiling. Her face started turning red as she saw him biting back a grin. She smacked her palm to her forehead and dragged it down her face.
"You heard that conversation didn't you?" She asked him while pulling on her socks.
"Huh? What?" He asked, trying to look at her with a straight face.
"Yeah, right, nice try," she muttered. He shook his head as she pulled on her sneakers.
"I promise not to say anything about your tingling lady parts. Although, that sounds like something a doctor should look at," he said, placing his hand over his heart and a grin spreading across his face.
"Jeez," she said, standing up. Her face turned beet red and she covered her eyes.
"I'm going to kill her," she mumbled.
She grabbed her hoodie and flung it on. Legates tried not to laugh at the poor woman. Her face was beet red and she was mumbling to herself. She paused and looked over at him.
"What am I supposed to call you?" She said a curious look on her face
A/N: Let's see what's on the agenda for tomorrow...names, she's a good girl, breakfast eater, Gravedigger, clarification, stress, high blood sugar, bigger hips, stifling sexual tension, flying birds, loveseat vs. floor, official notifications, for the love of brownies, why Perkins is still single, staking a claim, secrets revealed, playing Wii, potty humor, good movies, glass blowing, and enjoyment of sharing information.
A/N2: Okay so this is a little different because of the whole having to split two chapters things. My apologies for that. It has recently come to my attention that FFN has been deleting A-LOT of stories and no one can seem to pinpoint a reason. I'll continue to post here until such time as they delete one of my stories. I'll keep you up to date on where I will otherwise be posting. But until then I stay here =D Oh there are links today including the recipe for the brownies *wiggles eyebrows*
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