[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]

Fraser had been bordering on crass most the night, and the blatant pass he made at her just turned her stomach. She mentioned it to Jim and well being the guy that he was, he set Fraser straight. Addie had let her fingers trace over the scrape adorning his eyebrow, and she soothed the split lip with gentle kisses. Dinner, and the usual activities rounded out the night, and Addie fell asleep in Jim's arms with Mike talking in his sleep in the bed beside them when he finally returned from off-world

[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