Wow I'm just going to apologize right now for my absence. For those of you that are in college or just started, my 'camp' was really Rush for my sorority. Let me just tell you... it was so stressful and tiring and most of the time I came back to my apartment and fell right into my bed. But, it was also the best two weeks of my life and I've made more friends than I thought I would have!
Any whos... so I'm back on my Dark Knight spree and I'm so excited to hear your awesome reviews again! Thanks so much to marianasgirl, disneyylandacidtrip, Snowy702, rachelxabrahams, and Wolflihood for reviewing!
This chapter gets a little steamy and I was wondering if there are those that would be interested in a sex scene? It might be in the next one, or in a later chapter...I've never really written one before so I'm kinda nervous and want your feedback.
-yesiamweird
The door to the front of the apartment opened and in walked a tired uniformed Officer John Blake. I didn't pay him any attention as he placed his keys on the rack and took off his police jacket.
"Hey."
I offered him no response, only tucking myself further into my blanket cocoon on the couch staring at the television mindlessly.
"You gonna say hi to me?"
I still offered him no answer.
He sighed heavily passing by towards his room and slamming the door shut. Still, I refused to move from my spot. I didn't really know just what the hell I was watching in particular- some reality TV show about a hair salon of some sort. I had heard about it on the tabloids and by word of mouth, but I never really even watched tv in the past.
Now, watching this garbage, it was clear to me why exactly I didn't bother to watch what the rest of Gotham was tuning into.
"So you've just been sitting there all day?" Blake's voice had an undertone of anger to it and honestly I couldn't tell why. I mean, for someone who witness their boss and friend get shot right in front of them and then get beaten up themselves should be on the first trip to Arkham. My sanity rested in the fact that this television show was distracting me to their insignificant problems from my own.
"Babe…" Blake's heavy footsteps vibrated through the floorboards underneath my resting feet towards my position. "What's wrong?"
I shook without any sort of emotion on my face. "Nothing…" I muttered after a pause causing Blake to join me on the other side of the couch.
"It's been a week…we've tried locating those men but so far, nothing has shown up." He patted my shoulder through the thick wool blanket and I nodded slowly not really caring too much to his words. "We've been trying to locate those files as well. I think they might have wanted someone's personal information. Maybe Mr. Washington's or someone you all sell suits too…" I saw him roll his head out of the corner of my eye. "Okay…well, I'm hungry. You hungry?"
I raised my eyes without the use of my head towards his position. "No." I muttered turning my focus back to the screen.
He smiled, "That's a yes. Come on. Have you even been outside at all today?" I shook my head no still not moving to get out of my position. "Doesn't surprise me…" He stood from his spot and then wrapped his arms around my body pulling me into the air. "Are you even dressed?" He smirked bringing me against my will to my bedroom.
"Blake!" I groaned squirming out from his arms to my feet with the blanket draped over my shoulders. "I hate you." I whispered causing him to pick me back up again. "Let me down you jerk!"
"Mhhh. Make me!" He smiled and then ran with me into my bedroom. "I guess I can put you down now." He threw me onto the bed with the blanket parachuting over top of me. "Now get dressed. We're going to get breakfast."
"Breakfast?" I questioned looking at my clock, "But its 10:40 p.m. It's too late for breakfast."
"Awww, it's never too late." He smiled and then pointed to my bathroom, "Now hurry up, I'm starving." I nodded with a sigh pushing myself off the bed. I knew where we were going …it was our usual spot to go to: The Gotham Waffle.
Most people would usually go there when they were intoxicated but John and I were avid fans since we went about five years ago. I was 17 years old at that time and I remember it so clearly: for some reason I had been starving the whole day and Blake was nice enough to offer to eat out. Well actually, he had been craving eggs and ours had gone bad sitting in the refrigerator for over two months.
After we arrived, we were seated down at the booth on the right to the back of the shop and met our waitress, Carmella, the sweetest old lady I had ever known. She played up their famous hash browns and I'm pretty sure that's what did it in for me alone. Who knew chopped up potatoes could be so damn good? I think that night sitting in the old and grungy pancake house is probably one of my favorite memories… there was nothing went wrong that night. Everyone had been in such high spirits that caused Blake and me to return every so often when we were in need of a pick-me-up.
I realized in the next moment that I had been sitting in the cop car already dressed when I started to think about our first visit. I looked to my left to catch a glimpse of Blake's face when I realized he had been looking at me since we were stopped at a light. "What?" I curtly replied turning my head to the opposite direction.
"I just was thinking about when we first went to G-Waffle. You 'member?" Blake said with a smile and drove the car forward as the light turned the vibrant shade of green.
I smirked slightly nodding my head, "Just bits and pieces. I just remember the hash browns, and of course Carmella." I lied through my teeth. Even though I refused to look at him and instead focus on the people walking on the sidewalks, I could tell Blake was rolling his eyes knowing I remembered a lot more than what I stated.
The car pulled into the parking lot and I quickly unfastened my seat belt reaching for the handle of the door. Blake placed a hand on my thigh stopping me from my exit and causing me to turn and face him. "Not hungry, huh?" He chuckled and then released his hold on my leg. "Come on let's go get some grub."
The two of us slammed the doors of the car into position and walked on the sidewalk side-by-side in silence. Blake reached for the door and held it open for me to walk in. Despite all of the mannerless men in the world, Blake had the gift of being a true gentleman.
"Well well well! If it isn't my favorite duo come to visit me again!" Carmella smiled at the hostess table. "I got your seat all ready to go!" She waved for us to follow even though we already knew exactly where we were heading. The booth on the right in the back. "So I'll go and get your drinks ready to go, Maggie a sweet tea and for Blake his orange juice!" Carmella smiled but then got caught up in her exit when Blake shook his head.
"Actually, I need a cup of coffee… Work is killer Carm." He smiled and Carmella nodded in confusion.
I raised my eyebrow at the man sitting across from me. "Coffee? Work? You have to go back?" He only nodded and I already knew why. He had gotten into trouble for stepping into the crimes scene at the suit shop and disobeying orders. As punishment, he was given a load of paperwork duty and I assumed that he wasn't done. "How much you got left?" I asked sitting into the worn cushion on the back seat.
Blake flipped through his menu skimming the pages very quickly. "About a night's worth. Don't worry as soon as I'm done and the papers are turned in I'll be back out on the streets in a jiffy."
"Yippee." I muttered with a roll of my eyes and reading through the pages. I never really knew what to order, I would always let Carmella decide for me.
"Alright so here's a tea and for Mr. Blake a coffee! What am I ordering for you two this evening?" Carmella came back with a smile. Despite the worn and tired bags under her eyes she still looked just as she did the day Blake and I met her. She was a motherly figure in our lives if you had to label her, but she was better: a motherly friend if you had to have a definition.
The best quality of this woman was the fact she never dared to question why the two of us never thought to make our relationship something more. Everyone always asked. The landlord of our apartment, the mailman, JW used too…he wouldn't be asking any questions anymore.
"Well I'm gonna get the waffle special." Blake smiled closing his menu and handing it to the woman. I placed my menu down in front of my position at the table. "Well, Carmella, you choose for me. Just as long as I get my hash browns." I smiled while the waitress winked at me as always. She reached for the menu and walked off towards the kitchen.
"So what's going on with the shop?" Blake asked sipping his hot coffee.
I only nodded my head mimicking him and taking a sip of my cold tea. "I have to shut down the shop without the help of JW's son… listen I don't really want to talk about this right now."
He nodded and blew away the steam rising from his mug. "Fine by me then. Hey did you pay the-"
"Electric. Yes." It was always the same. I had to be the responsible person in our complicated living situation.
"Thanks. You are a life saver."
I only made a small 'hmp' sound but stopped as soon as Carmella came to visit after putting in our orders. There wasn't much that changed since the first visit and that was probably the best aspect of experience. When I sat in that booth talking to Blake and Carmella I felt like I was 17 again, young and carefree and a lot happier than I was when I exited the doors of the G-Waffle safe-haven.
Our meal came faster than expected but then again that was to be expected. See when you become good friends with your waitress she makes sure you get the freshest and quickest of your meal. I had gotten a helping of hash browns as well as eggs Benedict on a nice piece of an English muffin. Despite the grease covering both our meals, Blake and I ate quickly in silence proving that we had thoroughly enjoyed our food.
Carmella came back to take our plates and had the check in hand. "You sure there's nothing else I can get you two?" She asked as she always did. We both looked to one another and then shook with a smile. "Allrighty then, here's your ticket!" She placed the bright yellow paper on my side. Other than the first day we came to this restaurant, I was always the one that paid.
"About 20 bucks." I smiled looking at the tab and reaching into my wallet and grabbing about thirty because she deserved the 50 percent tip anyways. "Ready to go?" I looked to Blake with a slight smile and he finished the rest of his coffee.
"Leaving already?" Carmella came back picking up her money. "Oh, but this is too much…please I can't-" She tried handing me back the ten dollar bill but instead I dug my hands into the pockets of my jeans shaking my head. "You've treated us to one too many meals in the past. The least I can do is give you a tip you deserve, Carm." The woman look to me and then to Blake with a grin from ear to ear.
"You two…Thank you so much." She pulled me into a hug and I took in the scent of the bacon and sausage permanently stained on her clothes and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke. "I just love the both of you… if-" She looked to me with an eyebrow raised, "I know I don't really talk about this, but if you two ever decide to get married will you please let me know?"
John stood up patting Carmella on the back, "Don't worry, you'll be the first to know. Mags?" he offered for me to walk ahead and I did so not daring to look back at Carmella.
"See you two soon!" The friendly waitress called out as we exited the building. A few of the other employees waved goodbye to us as well while Blake and I walked to the cop car in silence. After the two of us got in and Blake turned the key lighting the ignition I looked to his side in confusion to why he hadn't shifted the car into the gears to make it move and take me home.
"What are you doing?" I questioned with an attitude. He still hadn't responded, "Hello? Earth to Officer Blake?!"
"Wha?" He jumped shaking his head.
"You literally are too stupid to insult." I rolled my eyes and sat back into the black leather of the police car chair. "Just drop me off if you have to go back to the station…" I covered my eyes with the palm of my head feeling a slight headache coming on.
"Yea," He muttered moving the car backwards. "Okay then."
The ride was silent again and as much as I wanted my headache to go away, I couldn't bear this irritating stillness raging between the two of us. "Can you turn on the radio?" I asked dropping my hand from my temples. "Don't turn it on too loudly though."
Blake shook his head, "Can I do anything else for you, ma'am?" His response was full of sarcasm.
"Actually, no…but thanks for asking." I sunk further into my seat letting the sound of a familiar pop band ring through my head. "On second thought, I have a headache…can you turn it off?"
"Jesus, Maggie…make up your mind already woman!"
"Well I'm sorry!" My voice was getting louder despite the burn in the back of my eyes. "But I thought it would be better than listening to your heavy breathing! You sound like a goddamn predator or something!"
John turned his head with a smile on his lip and I mimicked him with a similar smile. "Thanks for suggesting this…" I nodded looking to the front of the windshield, "I needed that. Just with all the stuff that happened at the shop-"
"Mag, I know. I was there…believe it or not I think my end of the deal was a lot harder to bear than yours."
I turned to him with my mouth agape. "Really John? Really?!" He was about to get a tongue lashing and he knew it. "Sure. Let's see how you like it when you watch your co-worker's brains splattered on the floor. A lot harder my ass!"
"I like your ass."
"John Blake."
He laughed. "Sorry, just thought I'd get that off my chest."
"God Damnit! You can never take anything serious can you!?" I crossed my arms over my chest looking out the passenger window. "I thought I'd never see…"
I was about to say 'you again' but I decided after Carmella had mentioned us being together, I figured now was not the time.
"Never see what?" He asked placing his large hand on my shoulder. I still kept my mouth closed. "See what?" His voice was sterner the second time around.
"You." I managed to choke out holding my arms tightly against my chest. "You. I never thought I'd see you again…okay?"
John's smile grew as he turned into the parking lot of our apartment complex. He pulled into an actual parking spot and I gave him a look of confusion in response.
"I need to grab a few things upstairs." He winked turning off the car. We both exited the vehicle slamming the doors behind us with a deep 'thud' sound. "Just a few things?" I smiled walking inside the building and turning the corner for the elevator.
"Just a few."
We stood side by side staring at the silver metal door of the elevator waiting for it to open. I attempted to keep my thoughts focused on the many scratches embedded in the metal but instead I found myself distracted from the scent of Blake's cologne lingering around me and the warmth of his body heat surrounding my cold arm. It was taking every power of my free will to hold back the thought of wrapping my arms around his neck to escape the cold.
The up button no longer lit up as the door slid open with a ding. No one was inside, but that was normal. A week would pass by until I realized other people even lived in the complex, it always seemed to be so dead.
I walked in first as Blake offered me to do so being the gentlemen he was and I rested my back against the cool metal wall. John had done the same only resting his body on the opposite wall of me. He pressed the number three button causing the door to slide close once again.
This burning temptation…the pressure in my head bulging the back of my eyes, it was proving near impossible to avoid what my body ached to do. I wanted him. Why in the world were my thoughts consumed with kissing my best friend?
With the roll of my eyes, I gave into my feelings allowing my hips to buck forwards forcing my back off of the wall and striding towards John. Neither he nor I said a word as my lips hovered above his. The small breeze of either one of our breath engulfed each other's oxygen intake, sooner than later one of us would have to pull away.
But instead I planted my lips onto his own. Maybe a bit forcefully at first, but the tension in my face dimmed and relaxed after John's hands wrapped around my waist pulling me into his chest, just like I had imagined before on the first floor. My lips parted allowing my tongue to graze and taste his own. As soon as he opened his jaw I found myself escaping into the taste of mouth, still sweet with the lingering taste of the meal we had just eaten.
The elevator dinged sliding the door open to indicate our free ride was over. I could hear a small growl deep in the bottom of John's chest and I felt the same annoyance. "Time to go." I whispered pulling his arm off of my back and down by his side.
We walked in silence until we reached the door to our apartment and I quickly pulled out the key from my coat pocket and into the handle.
"Maggie." John's voice was a deep whisper in my ear almost causing my knees to buckle from the absolute sexiness from it. "I don't have to go back tonight…that is…" I pushed the door open, "If you don't want me too."
I stood there taking in his sentence and then turned around as soon as I thought of the appropriate response. My insides were twisting and I could feel a buildup of hot liquid at the bottom of my panties. "Well that's the good thing about being on a salary wage," I pulled him inside and then closed the door by throwing him against the wood. "Besides, you can just get up early and do that paperwork tomorrow."