Fic: It's Nothing
Title: It's Nothing
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (rowofstars)
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship, Fluff
Word Count: 1,353
Characters/Pairings: Hannah, Chris (Hannah/Chris)
A/N: The story of what happened at the last Bureau Christmas party XD
Hannah stepped from the banquet hall, blowing out a slow breath as she moved into the relative quiet of the corridor. The music from inside the hall was still audible, but softer, and not as discordant when not competing with the constant jumble of talking and laughing.
The three glasses of champagne she'd had, and the warm, slightly stuffy atmosphere of the room, had made her feel a little light-headed, and she needed some air.
It was cooler out here, and she brushed a few loose strands of hair from her face, trying to return them to the clip holding her hair back.
She'd only been coming to them for a few years now, but she always enjoyed the Bureau Christmas parties. She liked most of the people her dad worked with, and enjoyed having a reason to dress up.
She fluttered the gauzy skirt of her emerald green dress, trying to cool herself off a little, and then let it fall straight again, the material brushing against her knees.
The sound of the door opening made her turn around, and she smiled when Chris stepped into the hall.
He had a cup of water in each hand, and extended one to her as he drew closer.
"Thought you could use this," he murmured, returning her smile.
She accepted it gratefully and took a sip.
"Got a bit warm in there," she said, glancing up at him.
He nodded, the corner of his mouth rising. "I'm sure dancing with every guy in the room really works up a sweat."
"Shut up," Hannah said, laughing a little. "You're just jealous I haven't danced with you yet."
Chris shook his head as he took a sip of his water.
"I'm just waiting for the last dance. I don't want you to forget me."
She giggled, and he grinned.
"I don't know if I've said it yet tonight," he continued, "but you look beautiful."
She beamed, fluttering the skirt of her dress again. "You like it? It's new; I got it on sale last week."
He nodded, reaching forward and fingering one of the sleeves, made of the same material as the skirt.
"I like you in green," he murmured. "It brings out your eyes."
"Yours too," she replied, eyeing his green dress shirt. Then she giggled again. "We match."
He nodded, laughing a little. He knew she got giggly when she drank, but he always found it amusing, and more than a little endearing.
After a few moments, Chris grinned and set his empty water cup on the floor, and then reached for Hannah's, gently pulling it from her hand.
She watched curiously as he added her cup to his, and then broke into a wide smile when he extended his hand to her.
"I thought you wanted to be the last," she said, slipping her hand into his and letting him pull her closer.
"Still do, but what the hell? I like this song."
She laughed, and they began to dance to the music drifting from the banquet hall.
She squealed when he dipped her, clutching tight to his arm, and then laughed when he pulled her back up. Her hair tickled his chin as she leaned into him, her hand still on his arm as the other circled his neck, and he smiled, holding her close for a moment before spinning her out.
Her eyes widened in surprise when she tripped over her own feet, and she stumbled against the wall. Her hand was still tight around Chris's, and she pulled him towards her with surprising strength.
His hands hit the wall on either side of her with a loud thump as he braced himself to keep from slamming full into her, though his body still pressed against hers for a moment, and she squealed again as she raised her hands to his chest.
She began to giggle, managing a breathless, "Sorry."
"Me too," he said, laughing with her.
Their laughter died away, but neither of them moved, and after a moment she raised her gaze to his face.
He stared down at her, feeling a dangerous, foolish urge beginning to rise in him, and almost against his will, he brought one hand to her face. His fingers traced the line of her jaw until he reached her chin, and he gently tipped her head up a little more.
He dipped his head, his eyes locked with hers, waiting for her to stop him, to push him away and maintain that friendly distance between them.
Then she smiled, a sweet, slightly anxious curve of her lips, her gaze flitting from his eyes to his mouth and back again, and he threw caution to the winds.
His lips pressed against hers, and oh, he had dreamed about this. Despite what their relationship had become, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined what it would be like to kiss her, if her lips really were as soft as they looked. He was very pleased to learn they were.
Her fingers gripped the front of his shirt when he started to pull away, and his lips parted as he kissed her again, catching her bottom lip between his. His hand fell to her neck, sliding under her hair, the thick strands weaving around his fingers, and a tiny sound slipped from her when he tugged very slightly.
He pulled back, taking a breath as the full realization of what had just happened hit him.
She stared up at him, her smile slowly fading, and he knew what was going through her mind.
"Shit," she breathed, her eyes wide as she covered her mouth with her hand.
He took a quick step back, taking a deep breath as he turned away from her, raising his hand to the back of his neck.
"I'm sorry, Han," he said, turning to face her again.
She shook her head, swallowing hard. "It's not your fault. I mean, I kissed you back, but - shit."
She swore so infrequently that he might have laughed under any other circumstances, but his stomach was churning, wondering what kind of mistake they had just made.
"It's nothing," Hannah said, looking up at him. "Right? It was just - an accident. I had all that champagne earlier, and you -"
She broke off, staring at him quizzically, and he stared back.
He what? He'd had a couple of beers himself, but he'd known exactly what he was doing when he kissed her. The truth was he'd always wanted to do it, but he felt like he couldn't tell her that.
"It's nothing," he echoed bracingly.
It really was. He was past the point of wanting a romantic relationship with her; he loved their relationship as it was, firmly friends with occasional teasing undertones, and it suited them.
At least that was what he told himself, and he shoved those other thoughts away before they could take full form in his mind.
He was just afraid that things would change now, that things might suddenly become awkward between them, and he hated the thought of losing her friendship.
She laughed suddenly, raising her fingers to her forehead as she shook her head.
"Wow, that was stupid," she murmured, and then smiled at him. "It's nothing," she said again, her voice firmer.
He nodded, relieved as he smiled back at her.
"Never doing that again," she said, raising her eyebrows a little.
"No," Chris agreed, shaking his head, and then his eyes widened. "And your dad -"
"Oh, believe me; he's not going to find out about this." She grinned. "I like you too much to let you die."
Chris snorted laughter. "Thanks." He took a breath, and then walked over to pick their cups up off the floor. "I'm going back inside, you coming?"
She shook her head. "I'll come back in a minute; I just want to run to the bathroom."
Chris nodded, watching her go until she disappeared into the ladies room, and then turned to head back inside the banquet hall, hoping that what had just happened wasn't written all over his face.
Author: Mary (stillxmyxheart)
Beta: Lindsay (rowofstars)
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship, Fluff
Word Count: 1,353
Characters/Pairings: Hannah, Chris (Hannah/Chris)
A/N: The story of what happened at the last Bureau Christmas party XD
Hannah stepped from the banquet hall, blowing out a slow breath as she moved into the relative quiet of the corridor. The music from inside the hall was still audible, but softer, and not as discordant when not competing with the constant jumble of talking and laughing.
The three glasses of champagne she'd had, and the warm, slightly stuffy atmosphere of the room, had made her feel a little light-headed, and she needed some air.
It was cooler out here, and she brushed a few loose strands of hair from her face, trying to return them to the clip holding her hair back.
She'd only been coming to them for a few years now, but she always enjoyed the Bureau Christmas parties. She liked most of the people her dad worked with, and enjoyed having a reason to dress up.
She fluttered the gauzy skirt of her emerald green dress, trying to cool herself off a little, and then let it fall straight again, the material brushing against her knees.
The sound of the door opening made her turn around, and she smiled when Chris stepped into the hall.
He had a cup of water in each hand, and extended one to her as he drew closer.
"Thought you could use this," he murmured, returning her smile.
She accepted it gratefully and took a sip.
"Got a bit warm in there," she said, glancing up at him.
He nodded, the corner of his mouth rising. "I'm sure dancing with every guy in the room really works up a sweat."
"Shut up," Hannah said, laughing a little. "You're just jealous I haven't danced with you yet."
Chris shook his head as he took a sip of his water.
"I'm just waiting for the last dance. I don't want you to forget me."
She giggled, and he grinned.
"I don't know if I've said it yet tonight," he continued, "but you look beautiful."
She beamed, fluttering the skirt of her dress again. "You like it? It's new; I got it on sale last week."
He nodded, reaching forward and fingering one of the sleeves, made of the same material as the skirt.
"I like you in green," he murmured. "It brings out your eyes."
"Yours too," she replied, eyeing his green dress shirt. Then she giggled again. "We match."
He nodded, laughing a little. He knew she got giggly when she drank, but he always found it amusing, and more than a little endearing.
After a few moments, Chris grinned and set his empty water cup on the floor, and then reached for Hannah's, gently pulling it from her hand.
She watched curiously as he added her cup to his, and then broke into a wide smile when he extended his hand to her.
"I thought you wanted to be the last," she said, slipping her hand into his and letting him pull her closer.
"Still do, but what the hell? I like this song."
She laughed, and they began to dance to the music drifting from the banquet hall.
She squealed when he dipped her, clutching tight to his arm, and then laughed when he pulled her back up. Her hair tickled his chin as she leaned into him, her hand still on his arm as the other circled his neck, and he smiled, holding her close for a moment before spinning her out.
Her eyes widened in surprise when she tripped over her own feet, and she stumbled against the wall. Her hand was still tight around Chris's, and she pulled him towards her with surprising strength.
His hands hit the wall on either side of her with a loud thump as he braced himself to keep from slamming full into her, though his body still pressed against hers for a moment, and she squealed again as she raised her hands to his chest.
She began to giggle, managing a breathless, "Sorry."
"Me too," he said, laughing with her.
Their laughter died away, but neither of them moved, and after a moment she raised her gaze to his face.
He stared down at her, feeling a dangerous, foolish urge beginning to rise in him, and almost against his will, he brought one hand to her face. His fingers traced the line of her jaw until he reached her chin, and he gently tipped her head up a little more.
He dipped his head, his eyes locked with hers, waiting for her to stop him, to push him away and maintain that friendly distance between them.
Then she smiled, a sweet, slightly anxious curve of her lips, her gaze flitting from his eyes to his mouth and back again, and he threw caution to the winds.
His lips pressed against hers, and oh, he had dreamed about this. Despite what their relationship had become, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined what it would be like to kiss her, if her lips really were as soft as they looked. He was very pleased to learn they were.
Her fingers gripped the front of his shirt when he started to pull away, and his lips parted as he kissed her again, catching her bottom lip between his. His hand fell to her neck, sliding under her hair, the thick strands weaving around his fingers, and a tiny sound slipped from her when he tugged very slightly.
He pulled back, taking a breath as the full realization of what had just happened hit him.
She stared up at him, her smile slowly fading, and he knew what was going through her mind.
"Shit," she breathed, her eyes wide as she covered her mouth with her hand.
He took a quick step back, taking a deep breath as he turned away from her, raising his hand to the back of his neck.
"I'm sorry, Han," he said, turning to face her again.
She shook her head, swallowing hard. "It's not your fault. I mean, I kissed you back, but - shit."
She swore so infrequently that he might have laughed under any other circumstances, but his stomach was churning, wondering what kind of mistake they had just made.
"It's nothing," Hannah said, looking up at him. "Right? It was just - an accident. I had all that champagne earlier, and you -"
She broke off, staring at him quizzically, and he stared back.
He what? He'd had a couple of beers himself, but he'd known exactly what he was doing when he kissed her. The truth was he'd always wanted to do it, but he felt like he couldn't tell her that.
"It's nothing," he echoed bracingly.
It really was. He was past the point of wanting a romantic relationship with her; he loved their relationship as it was, firmly friends with occasional teasing undertones, and it suited them.
At least that was what he told himself, and he shoved those other thoughts away before they could take full form in his mind.
He was just afraid that things would change now, that things might suddenly become awkward between them, and he hated the thought of losing her friendship.
She laughed suddenly, raising her fingers to her forehead as she shook her head.
"Wow, that was stupid," she murmured, and then smiled at him. "It's nothing," she said again, her voice firmer.
He nodded, relieved as he smiled back at her.
"Never doing that again," she said, raising her eyebrows a little.
"No," Chris agreed, shaking his head, and then his eyes widened. "And your dad -"
"Oh, believe me; he's not going to find out about this." She grinned. "I like you too much to let you die."
Chris snorted laughter. "Thanks." He took a breath, and then walked over to pick their cups up off the floor. "I'm going back inside, you coming?"
She shook her head. "I'll come back in a minute; I just want to run to the bathroom."
Chris nodded, watching her go until she disappeared into the ladies room, and then turned to head back inside the banquet hall, hoping that what had just happened wasn't written all over his face.