holy innocents [[closed to john]]
The past few days have been good - better than good. Erica’s been back at work, she’s been jogging every day and following that up with boxing after work at the gym. She feels like herself; an improved version, really, with the ring on her finger. No one asked at work but she did feel eyes on her - nothing malicious, just curiosity that she wasn’t going to address while on the job. And really, it wasn’t anyone else’s business outside of the job either, other than the people she and John wanted to tell.
Sometime around three in the afternoon, Erica had been leaning against her desk, looking down at a file with a pen in her mouth, idly rolling it across her bottom lip, when she felt eyes burning a hole in her direction and she happened to look up, spotting John watching her. She’d immediately had to look away because looking at her like that was dangerous, but the rest of the day she couldn’t stop grinning at random moments. Finally, when five hit, she left, not making a big deal out of it as was usually the case, went to the gym, then made her way home and showered.
When he knocks on the door and she opens it, she’s standing there with hair curled damply down her shoulders, sans makeup, and wearing a black Holy Innocents shirt that says ‘property of’ right across the chest. It doesn’t go quite as low as some of the other shirts she’s stolen lovingly borrowed from him, just to about mid thigh. And those legs, they go on forever, ending with toenails painted a deep red.
“I gave you a key for a reason, McClane.”
Sometime around three in the afternoon, Erica had been leaning against her desk, looking down at a file with a pen in her mouth, idly rolling it across her bottom lip, when she felt eyes burning a hole in her direction and she happened to look up, spotting John watching her. She’d immediately had to look away because looking at her like that was dangerous, but the rest of the day she couldn’t stop grinning at random moments. Finally, when five hit, she left, not making a big deal out of it as was usually the case, went to the gym, then made her way home and showered.
When he knocks on the door and she opens it, she’s standing there with hair curled damply down her shoulders, sans makeup, and wearing a black Holy Innocents shirt that says ‘property of’ right across the chest. It doesn’t go quite as low as some of the other shirts she’s stolen lovingly borrowed from him, just to about mid thigh. And those legs, they go on forever, ending with toenails painted a deep red.
“I gave you a key for a reason, McClane.”