They lay together, basking in the afterglow. His head resting on her shoulder, his body still covering hers. He rests between her legs, and gradually their sweat slicked bodies cool. She should feel uncomfortable. He is rather heavy after all, his height made his bones alone weigh a ton. But she cannot help but feel relaxed. Like this is irrevocably and irreparably right. they will have to talk about this, this shift from friends into lovers, and what it will mean for her career.
She isn't naïve enough to think it would matter to his career. He may love her, but Red John had hurt him terribly. And something small like fraternization wouldn't exactly stop him from hunting the killer, only from doing so officially.
But such thoughts are grim, dark, and have no place in this moment. instead she turns her attention to the ache inside her. it is a heavy, pleasurable ache that makes her smile. A silly thought is that he's marked her, internally. Imprinted himself on her body as he had always been imprinted on her mind.
His breath tickles against her throat, the pants of pleasure smoothing out into a more gentle and even pattern. Her hand is buried in his hair, fingers twisted amongst the silky disheveled blond curls. She scratches lightly with her nails ever so often, feeling the spread of goose-bumps rise along his arms. He is warm, warm enough that despite the fact her room is quite cool, she's perfectly comfortable.
Her other hand rests on his side, just over his rib cage, tracing mindless patterns across the slightly damp flesh. A faint touch of amusement swells within her, they have left his clothes in her shower. Which meant he'd probably have nothing to wear in the morning, and unsurprisingly she was fine with that.
It is a peaceful moment, something neither of them indulge in often, and she never wants to leave it. she wants to stay here, body to body, heart to heart, and never have to return to the world of Red John's and other criminals.
But all too soon he stirs, shifting off of her and settling himself to her right, stroking a sweet caress down the side of her face as she murmured some wordless protest. He pulls her into his side, cradling her against him like some precious thing. and she fits there, it's comfortable as if the space is meant for her. with his other hand he pulls the blankets over them, the sheets feel coarse against her compared to the silky texture of his skin.
Her head rests on his chest, and she can hear the warm, reassuring sound of his heartbeat. It lulls her to sleep, and he seems content to let her drift off. But as she slides into the foggy world of dreaming, on the very last edge of consciousness, she hears him.
His voice is soft as he whispers, hands tracing light patterns on her waist, "I love you too Teresa."
But before she can respond, she is pulled under the wave of exhaustion, slipping into slumber.
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~Madam Red