[RP] ...and I think I'm running out of gas...

[irish_sherlock]

It was the perfect night...Mike was offworld until the next day, they both had a day off, and he was still sporting a nice split lip and eyebrow from the fight he'd gotten into with Lieutenant Fraser a couple days before. Jim wasn't a jealous man, but the fact that Fraser had grabbed Addie's ass and it bothered her enough to tell Jim about it was

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[no_russianbride]

Addie nodded against his forehead, standing there in his grasp wishing that the three minutes wouldn't slip past her so quickly. But hearing the cell door creak behind her as the guard put his hand to it again, she knew that just like most things that happened with Jim, this was too fast.

The one, the only good thing that she was able to wrap her mind around in this moment though, was that Jim had become *that* guy to her. She was saying that she loved him, but feeling this fear, this panic about his situation. Waking up and not knowing where he had gone, seeing Mike the way he was... Addie *knew* what this was between them, and there was no denying it.

Jim might have been trying to make her laugh when he joked about getting married in Vegas, but in those final minutes in the cell with him, feeling just how he made her feel with so little effort on his part, she knew.

She'd stay with him for as long as he'd let her and then some. Reluctantly she withdrew from his grasp, "I'll check in on him, and..." she wanted to say something, but she didn't even know what was stuck in the back of her throat at that moment. Instead she just kissed him again, with a passion that she hadn't quite been able to control when she was around him. Returning everything she had to offer in one moment, letting him know everything she couldn't say.

She pulled away from him, knowing that if she stayed any longer she'd run the risk of crying again, or saying something that she wouldn't be able to take back... and even though she wanted to say everything... she knew that she couldn't. Addie didn't want to say goodbye to Jim either, so instead she just smiled at him. The guard closing the cell door, putting those bars between them once more.

"Oh, and I promise no racán a thógáil, in yer' absence," Addie teased in the oddest sounding accent she'd ever figured out, shaking her head as she headed down the corridor with the guard as her escort.

[irish-gaelic translation - to cause trouble]