Looky, it's a one shot. (fic)
Alex Eames lay flat on her back, legs straight and arms at her sides. Her head sat in the middle of her pillow and her mouth fell open just enough for her throat to form a proto-snore as she took shallow breaths. The television was still on, but she hadn't made it through the end of the Daily show before her eyes closed. One long, frustrating day too many took its toll and she passed out before her much needed Moment of Zen.
Jimmy Deakins came in just before her proto-snore changed to a full fledged rumble. Leaning against her bedroom door, he watched her with a small smile. He'd watched her at work for years, frequently while leaning against something, and the familiarity of it made his chest ache. He'd watched her sleep, too. At first power cat naps at her desk, her head surrounded by papers while the babble of the squad room lulled her to sleep. Later, when he was permitted to watch while she slept in his arms, he studied her face as it went slack and the stress washed away.
Now she showed only exhaustion. He knew from a text earlier in the day that she and her partner had closed a case. Maybe they'd gone for drinks after, he wasn't sure and he couldn't smell any evidence from the door. He stepped into the room and found her jacket hanging over a chair. Lifting it too his nose, he only smelled her scent, no beer or booze. Long gone were the days he'd have smelled cigarettes as a way of knowing if she'd been in a bar.
He tossed the jacket back in place and moved to the side of the bed. Leaning over her, he kissed her lightly, barely pressing his lips to hers. Always in awe of how soft she was, he moaned weakly. His next noise was a chuckle when she jumped awake, her eyes flying open and her arms coming up in a defensive posture. It took her a moment to parse his laughter and visage. Melding the move back onto the bed with a deep stretch and a moan, she smiled broadly.
"I didn't expect you tonight."
He hid his slight shudder by kissing her firmly and working his way into her bed. When he was settled, he buried his face against her neck. "Can I stay the night? I have nowhere to be in the morning."
She answered by pulling at his hair and guiding him into a tender kiss. Her hands stayed in his hair, but his moved over her body with growing need. He tried to temper his movements by leaving her clothes on, but she pulled away from him and pulled off her shirt. When he had her back in his arms, he bent his head to her chest and suckled her nipple.
She got herself flat on the bed again, her hands back in his hair, and moaned when he added his teeth. Before he even untucked his own shirt, she shimmied out of her shorts and turned to wrap her legs around him. She'd gone from passed old cold to fueling the growing fire in her groin. He rarely held back with her, making the need even stronger as she tried to get him to take off his clothes.
Finally he gave in and shifted off the bed to strip. He missed a button on his shirt because he was so entranced with her. She rolled onto her sided, bracing herself on one elbow, and watched him with a broad smile. When he dropped his boxers with his slacks she whistled. For her the moment was an unexpected treat and she threw herself into enjoying it.
She didn't hesitate. The instant his knee hit the bed she was on him, pulling him down and climbing onto his hips. She kissed him so deeply he had to break out of the kiss to catch his breath. Her hands moved over his chest finding all the spots she knew made him moan which didn't help him catch his breath at all. A moment later she lifted her hips and took him deep inside her. He knew how ready he was but her incredible heat took him by surprise.
He kept his eyes on her while they moved even as his breathing changed to a rough panting. She threw her head back and rode him for all she was worth. His fingers tighten on her hips almost to the point of bruising her. He'd always been more careful with her than he'd like because she wasn't allowed to reciprocate and leave marks on him. When she ran her fingers over his chest she let her nails drag just a little, barely a tease compared to how roughly they were slamming into each other.
He saw the tension building in her and swallowed hard. She was so beautiful this way, released from the stresses of her life. He reached for one of her hands and pressed it into his chest, jerking under her when he felt her nails dig into his skin. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with confusion, but that only lasted a second. Then she was scratching at him and grinding her hips into him as her climax ripped through her. He managed to last through her spasms and moans, but when she looked down at him her eyes were still wild with passion and he couldn't take that. Moaning her name, he emptied into her.
She collapsed onto him not long after, kissing his neck absently while they caught their breath. He rubbed her back, trying not to think about anything but her soft skin and the little noises she made. He succeeded well enough until she kissed his cheek and whispered a question.
"So what's up that you're free tonight, anyway? Not that I'm complaining."
He sighed and closed his eyes, not answering her for a long time. When she sat up a little to watch his face, he finally met her eyes. "I'm free every night now." He let that sink in before adding weakly, "She asked me if I still loved her and I had to answer her honestly." He swallowed hard. "I couldn't say that I did when what I really wanted was to be here. With you."
Alex lowered her head to his chest and went back to idly kissing him. He started to think she was angry or trying to figure out how to tell him he'd fucked up. Her voice was soft when she spoke finally. Her fingers traced the light red marks she'd left on his chest when she came. "Would you mind making dinner tomorrow, then?"
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