Fanfiction 100: #023. Lovers.
Fic Number: #023.
Prompt: Lovers.
Author: pvtwitt
Rating: General
Length: 534 words
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: Carter/Reese pairing
Disclaimer: The characters of Person of Interest are (unfortunately) not mine. This is just for entertainment.
“A well tailored suit is to women what lingerie is to men.”
She really wished he would stop pacing around her living room like that. It was making her nervous. Antsy. Excited, and perhaps a little turned on. He really had no idea how he affected people, affected her.
Right now, he was standing in front of her window, looking out into the street and talking to Finch. He unbuttoned and shrugged out of his suit jacket, draping it over the back of her sofa, and it looked like it belonged there, she thought. She watched him as he peered through the drapes, then stepped back and placed his hands in his pockets. Her breath hitched as this action pulled his pants tighter across his backside.
She coughed and looked away, but not before sneaking one more peek before focusing on the wall.
He ended his call with Finch and moved to sit beside her. The sofa dipped under his weight, forcing her closer to him.
“So what’s the story?”
“We received some information that you may be in danger again.”
She shook her head. “I appreciate your concern, but I really can take care of myself.” She patted her holster. “See this? It’s called a gun, and I’m actually very good with it.”
“I know you are. We’re just being cautious. Where’s Taylor?”
“At his grandmother’s. He’ll be fine.”
“Good. We’ll just hang out here while Finch does a little more digging.”
Joss sighed heavily and crossed her arms. John had his hands resting on his knees, his fingers tapping out a silent rhythm. She noticed their legs were touching, and, and was it her imagination, or was that making him twitchy? She hid a smirk and licked her lips.
He stood up suddenly and moved to the window again. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, rubbed the back of his neck, and Joss’s gaze fell to the “v” of his hairline. She studied his back again, at the broadness of his shoulders, at the way his shirt was tucked neatly into the waistband of his pants. She wondered what it would feel like to touch him, to really feel him, to let her hands rest on his hips, to be lovers.
She jumped to her feet, her skin suddenly hot, and he whirled around, hand on his gun.
“I just need some air,” she said. “I hate waiting.”
“Just a little longer,” he said. “Please.”
They stood facing each other, staring, unblinking. There was definitely tension rising between them, it had been for months now, and they both knew it wasn’t from any perceived threat to her life.
Finally, Finch’s voice came through John’s earpiece, loud enough for Joss to hear as well.
“The threat has been averted. Fusco is handling it.”
John clicked off, shrugged at her. “You’re no longer in danger.”
Joss swallowed. “That’s good to know, but I think you might be.”
Before John could question that, she’d moved closer. Her lips were on his, and she was pushing him down to the sofa. When they came up for air, he brushed her hair aside and smiled.
“We both are,” he said, and she kissed him again.
Prompt: Lovers.
Author: pvtwitt
Rating: General
Length: 534 words
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: Carter/Reese pairing
Disclaimer: The characters of Person of Interest are (unfortunately) not mine. This is just for entertainment.
“A well tailored suit is to women what lingerie is to men.”
She really wished he would stop pacing around her living room like that. It was making her nervous. Antsy. Excited, and perhaps a little turned on. He really had no idea how he affected people, affected her.
Right now, he was standing in front of her window, looking out into the street and talking to Finch. He unbuttoned and shrugged out of his suit jacket, draping it over the back of her sofa, and it looked like it belonged there, she thought. She watched him as he peered through the drapes, then stepped back and placed his hands in his pockets. Her breath hitched as this action pulled his pants tighter across his backside.
She coughed and looked away, but not before sneaking one more peek before focusing on the wall.
He ended his call with Finch and moved to sit beside her. The sofa dipped under his weight, forcing her closer to him.
“So what’s the story?”
“We received some information that you may be in danger again.”
She shook her head. “I appreciate your concern, but I really can take care of myself.” She patted her holster. “See this? It’s called a gun, and I’m actually very good with it.”
“I know you are. We’re just being cautious. Where’s Taylor?”
“At his grandmother’s. He’ll be fine.”
“Good. We’ll just hang out here while Finch does a little more digging.”
Joss sighed heavily and crossed her arms. John had his hands resting on his knees, his fingers tapping out a silent rhythm. She noticed their legs were touching, and, and was it her imagination, or was that making him twitchy? She hid a smirk and licked her lips.
He stood up suddenly and moved to the window again. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, rubbed the back of his neck, and Joss’s gaze fell to the “v” of his hairline. She studied his back again, at the broadness of his shoulders, at the way his shirt was tucked neatly into the waistband of his pants. She wondered what it would feel like to touch him, to really feel him, to let her hands rest on his hips, to be lovers.
She jumped to her feet, her skin suddenly hot, and he whirled around, hand on his gun.
“I just need some air,” she said. “I hate waiting.”
“Just a little longer,” he said. “Please.”
They stood facing each other, staring, unblinking. There was definitely tension rising between them, it had been for months now, and they both knew it wasn’t from any perceived threat to her life.
Finally, Finch’s voice came through John’s earpiece, loud enough for Joss to hear as well.
“The threat has been averted. Fusco is handling it.”
John clicked off, shrugged at her. “You’re no longer in danger.”
Joss swallowed. “That’s good to know, but I think you might be.”
Before John could question that, she’d moved closer. Her lips were on his, and she was pushing him down to the sofa. When they came up for air, he brushed her hair aside and smiled.
“We both are,” he said, and she kissed him again.