Beyond fishing
Chap 1 New Day
A/N: This is a sequel to "Fishing", a JAMKO one shot by this author. I am starting the morning after Eddie's 'wet down'; she is now a rookie patrol officer, and has requested a new partner. Because . . .. well, you know.
I am not much for following canon and simply adding to it, or modifying it. But given where we start, canon will come into play, some, probably.
I am NOT abandoning 'And Love'. That story will remain my priority. This story will receive attention based on readership and reviews and/or comments. Let me hear from you, please. Here we go!
Jamie's apartment
JAMIE'S POV
Jamie awakens early, as usual. He is ready for his morning run, as usual. There is a warm, soft body snuggled close to his left side, unusual!
What happened? Oh, yeah, Eddie's wet down and the rush to get home with her – well, to his apartment. There had been no intimacy, but lots of contact! Mucho contact! Wow, was this ever a long time coming. Hey, only a year from that plunge down the steps of the 12th. But that year seemed like a century! Blame it on youth; instant gratification it's called.
You don't think that a year is a long time to wait? Hell, try sitting 12 inches from a hot gal in a car (well an RMP), 12-18 hours a day. Stopping for a meal break and baring your soul (well almost bare); then going out for drinks after shift with that same gal.
Why go out after every shift with her? I'll be damned if I'm going to let someone else take her out! You think I'm stupid or something?
She wakes, yawns (damn that's cute) and stretches. Her arm passes in front of my lips. They can't help but brush a soft kiss. (Unconditioned reaction, I'll get that under control soon. Kidding self)
"Good morning, handsome," she says in the sexiest morning voice I could ever imagine. 'God, let this be the 1st day in the rest of my life, please.'
"Good morning, beautiful," I reply as I roll over to properly kiss this gorgeous creature I've found in my bed. Now to somehow keep her here. Forever?
"I don't smell coffee yet," she mutters through another yawn; after returning my kiss.
COFFEE! That's how to keep her here! (Isn't that romantic?)
"I'm on it, babe." In our short time together (in bed talking, no sex, yet) I've learned she likes being called babe. I'll keep it up.
I scamper to the kitchen, prep and start the coffee maker. She soon appears, dressed in my shirt from last night and a hint of a pair of hot pink panties. (Do I remember them? Not sure.) I soon pour 2 mugs of coffee and hand her the fixings. She preps her coffee, takes a satisfying sip, smiles brightly, moans softly and the rest of my life has begun!
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TBC If you are interested.
A/N: As I look back over this chapter, I find that it is written n Jamie's POV. I didn't necessarily intend that; it just came out that way. There may, or may not be, more POV. I don't plan on that being a dominant theme. Let me know if you like it.
