There was a time when, as soon as they were somewhere safe, somewhere private, they couldn't keep their hands off each other; and though they've certainly gained some self-control, she has to admit the spark never totally went away. Even when things were at their worst-- it wasn't that she didn't want him, it was a stubborn turning away from desire, a deep-seated conviction that wanting wasn't enough.
So it's easy to slip into the familiar warmth of it, looking up at him, savoring the weight of his arms and the look in his eyes, the anticipation. She grins at his answer, wide and guileless, her eyes crinkled with laugh-lines too often unused.
"Clearly you've got a great career directing ahead of you, if the FBI thing doesn't work out."
She still has to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him.
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There was a time when, as soon as they were somewhere safe, somewhere private, they couldn't keep their hands off each other; and though they've certainly gained some self-control, she has to admit the spark never totally went away. Even when things were at their worst-- it wasn't that she didn't want him, it was a stubborn turning away from desire, a deep-seated conviction that wanting wasn't enough.
So it's easy to slip into the familiar warmth of it, looking up at him, savoring the weight of his arms and the look in his eyes, the anticipation. She grins at his answer, wide and guileless, her eyes crinkled with laugh-lines too often unused.
"Clearly you've got a great career directing ahead of you, if the FBI thing doesn't work out."
She still has to stand on her tiptoes to kiss him.