[CM] 02.09 - With a Kiss
[note: AU Content with Spoilers for CSI:NY 5x15 "The Party's Over" Flack is borrowed with love and adoration and returned in the same shape I found him]
The news called it 'Blue Fever' but Elle had politely referred to it as 'Don Sleeps In Fever' because she knew he wouldn't actually make it through the day without checking in with the office. He had been torn about the choice, but knew he at least wanted to show his support, knew he wanted to prove that they did have a point. Elle didn't mind at all, since it meant she wasn't woken by the sound of his pager going off or the shift of weight off the bed. This morning was different, starting with a heavy inhale from Don at the back of her neck. It was the sort of sound that made her shrug her shoulders up just to press in closer to him, the sort of sound that made her know how much smaller she was in comparison to him. Closing her eyes made it seem easier to slip into the thought that the world wasn't as horrible as it really was, that she hadn't almost died, that there wasn't odd text messages coming to her phone... calling her to action.
The preference was to stay in bed with Don taking those deep breaths of her. Even though she knew he had been up since four, that those habits were so deep into the way he was, yet he'd stayed at her back just because. He'd get up though, his heavier steps moving through the apartment trying to stay quiet even though she knew he was positive she was awake. Barefoot she padded to the closet seeking out something to wear that was warmer than the thin cotton of her shirt now that she was lacking his body heat. The sole of her foot pressed against her knee as she balanced in the closet glancing at the row of Don's shirts her fingertips brushing across them lightly. Moving from the closet she yanked at the dresser drawer finding a navy henley that was his. It took a fluid movement to tug her shirt off and drop it to the floor, feeling it pool against her foot. The chill in the air was right there against her skin for a moment before she pulled his shirt on over her head. Moving from the bedroom she brushed her hair out of her eyes and yawned as she stretched.
"You know, you keep lookin' better in my shirts I'm not gonna have much else to wear."
"I'm not sure if I have a problem with that," she teased with a playful raise of her eyebrow. "So how long are you staying home for before I lose you to the call of the Blue?"
He smirked back over to her from over the glass of water he was drinking, "What makes you think I'm going in?"
"Because you're you and I caught you looking at your phone earlier when neither of us were actually sleeping in." The smirk played on her features as she narrowed her gaze at him, "You're busted."
He laughed for a moment before moving over toward her as he glanced down to her, "Spending all this time here I might end up with quite a rap sheet, 'specially if all my crimes are up to you."
"I'd let you make bail and release you on your own recognizance. Otherwise around two in the morning I'd be lonely."
"Two in the morning? Early night for me then."
She nodded for a moment before closing the distance from where she had been to where he was standing, "Law of averages, I guessed... maybe I hoped?"
His arms circled around her lightly once she had moved in front of him, "Seriously though, Elle, I'm staying home to show support for the rest of the guys."
With a careful raise of her eyebrow she thought it over for a moment before pressing up on tip toes, "I know you are, which is also why you'll still go in eventually." Leaning in slightly she brushed a kiss across his lips, before pulling back and meeting his eyes, "So that they don't have to."
The news called it 'Blue Fever' but Elle had politely referred to it as 'Don Sleeps In Fever' because she knew he wouldn't actually make it through the day without checking in with the office. He had been torn about the choice, but knew he at least wanted to show his support, knew he wanted to prove that they did have a point. Elle didn't mind at all, since it meant she wasn't woken by the sound of his pager going off or the shift of weight off the bed. This morning was different, starting with a heavy inhale from Don at the back of her neck. It was the sort of sound that made her shrug her shoulders up just to press in closer to him, the sort of sound that made her know how much smaller she was in comparison to him. Closing her eyes made it seem easier to slip into the thought that the world wasn't as horrible as it really was, that she hadn't almost died, that there wasn't odd text messages coming to her phone... calling her to action.
The preference was to stay in bed with Don taking those deep breaths of her. Even though she knew he had been up since four, that those habits were so deep into the way he was, yet he'd stayed at her back just because. He'd get up though, his heavier steps moving through the apartment trying to stay quiet even though she knew he was positive she was awake. Barefoot she padded to the closet seeking out something to wear that was warmer than the thin cotton of her shirt now that she was lacking his body heat. The sole of her foot pressed against her knee as she balanced in the closet glancing at the row of Don's shirts her fingertips brushing across them lightly. Moving from the closet she yanked at the dresser drawer finding a navy henley that was his. It took a fluid movement to tug her shirt off and drop it to the floor, feeling it pool against her foot. The chill in the air was right there against her skin for a moment before she pulled his shirt on over her head. Moving from the bedroom she brushed her hair out of her eyes and yawned as she stretched.
"You know, you keep lookin' better in my shirts I'm not gonna have much else to wear."
"I'm not sure if I have a problem with that," she teased with a playful raise of her eyebrow. "So how long are you staying home for before I lose you to the call of the Blue?"
He smirked back over to her from over the glass of water he was drinking, "What makes you think I'm going in?"
"Because you're you and I caught you looking at your phone earlier when neither of us were actually sleeping in." The smirk played on her features as she narrowed her gaze at him, "You're busted."
He laughed for a moment before moving over toward her as he glanced down to her, "Spending all this time here I might end up with quite a rap sheet, 'specially if all my crimes are up to you."
"I'd let you make bail and release you on your own recognizance. Otherwise around two in the morning I'd be lonely."
"Two in the morning? Early night for me then."
She nodded for a moment before closing the distance from where she had been to where he was standing, "Law of averages, I guessed... maybe I hoped?"
His arms circled around her lightly once she had moved in front of him, "Seriously though, Elle, I'm staying home to show support for the rest of the guys."
With a careful raise of her eyebrow she thought it over for a moment before pressing up on tip toes, "I know you are, which is also why you'll still go in eventually." Leaning in slightly she brushed a kiss across his lips, before pulling back and meeting his eyes, "So that they don't have to."