Happy Anniversary (A CheshireRedArrow Drabble)

Biting her lip Rory smiles, maybe the baking lessons that Olivia had made her take for the last month were paying off. Peeking into the oven only makes her smile more as she sees her cake rise.  It had been six months since the two of them had gotten together, and every month on that day they did something small but this month she had to do something for him. Something special. Putting the ingredients into the mixer she began making homemade icing, biting the inside of her cheek she began to think about the past six months.

It was amazing… How was it that the two of them ended up together? They were opposites, and yet they were drawn to each other. He was so kind, so generous, so sweet, he was everything any woman would want and honestly she was so lucky to have him. The two of them had been through more in their six months than most go through in their entire lifetimes.

Reading the icing recipe for the hundredth time, Rory carefully added the next set of ingredients, hoping that she didn’t screw this up.  Hearing the timer sound on the oven she hurries over to the oven and pulls the cake out of the oven carefully and rests it on the countertop hoping for it to cool. Returning to the mixer she hears the door open and quickly pours the powdered sugar into the bowl.

Walking through the front door, Jay looks around, how is that she could always find the time to clean the entire house. Throwing his bag onto the sofa he walks into the kitchen and can’t hold in the peals of laughter that were all too ready to escape his mouth. There she was… Standing there covered in white powder. Walking over her he gently strokes her cheeks, dusting off that white powder to show her new fluorescent red cheeks. Gently kissing her forehead he smiles. “What were you trying to do Pinky?”

She bites her lip and looks down embarrassed. She couldn’t dare tell him that she attempted to bake a cake and have something as simple as the icing to explode like that. So before she could even think of what to do she reached her fingers into the bowl and smeared the white goo onto his nose and grinned at the confused look on his face.

Shocked he stared at her, what was on his nose? Reaching his own hand up he wipes off his nose and sees the white mush, what the hell? Looking behind Rory he notices the cake and his eyes widen, it was supposed to be icing, and the powdered sugar must have exploded all over her and the kitchen when she poured it into the mixer. Looking over at the counter he sees the bowl of cake batter and does the same to her, grinning brightly.

A giggle escapes her lips as he smears the chocolate batter across her face and grabbing the flour she tosses it at him, covering him in white too. By the end of the food fight the two of them stood in the kitchen covered in cake batter, icing, flour and powdered sugar. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders she pulls him into a kiss. Smiling gently she pulls away and rests her forehead against his, “I attempted to make a cake today.”

He chuckles, “Really? I thought you were having World War III with your kitchen appliances.” Looking around he surveyed the damage the two of them caused the kitchen, every single inch of that room was covered in white and brown, wow that sounded wrong… Icing and cake batter – that’s what he meant.

She grins, “Have I ever told you how much I love your sense of humor?”

“A few times,” he chuckles “so is there a reason that you decided to do this?”

Pulling him into another kiss she smiles, “Happy six month anniversary.”

His eyes widen, “Oh, Rory…” he smiles, “happy anniversary.”

Thunder and Lightning (An ApolloKidFlash Drabble)

               Curling up under the dark safety of her bed Willow clutched her knees, curled up on her side she tried to calm herself. Thunder continued to roar through the cave and she continued to shake, memories of her childhood flashed through her mind with the lightning, still peeking in under her bed. Even after closing her eyes she couldn’t escape the harsh memories that continued to play, her father yelling no screaming at her, horrified at what she had become. She could see herself crying in her bedroom, scared that he would hurt her mother, the only thing good about this place.

                Her heart pounded, thunder resounding through her room again, crashing off the walls, thoughts jerking to something more recent. Apollo – what had she done to him? Her hands clutching her ears, trying to drown out the noise of her thoughts, he loved her – he really did. Now she was alone, totally alone and she couldn’t help but shake, scared that she had made a mistake. She began to cry silently, unable to block out her environment and her own thoughts she feel into them… Surrendering to the pain that she had caused and her own fears, her heart sunk realizing too late that she loved him. Apollo, the one who was there for her from the beginning, the one who had given her everything that she could have ever wanted and the space she needed. Now, he’s gone.

                Distraught Apollo tore into the cave; he got a call from Matt saying that he hadn’t seen Willow in about a day. Panic ran through his body, what if she hurt herself again? What if she went back home? He couldn’t deal with almost losing her again. He screamed her name, hoping to get some sort of response, the echo cancelling out the thunder now rolling away from the hidden base. No response. He knocked at Willow’s door and got no answer, trying the handle he realizes that it’s open. Bursting into the room he begins to search for any trace of her, after desperately checking for something to go off of, he collapses on the bed, inhaling her scent from the comforter. His Sweet Girl. Yes, he was angry – but not at her, he was angry at himself. For letting himself get hurt so badly, of course she couldn’t love him. It couldn’t have worked out anyway. In the silence of the room he heard a quiet whimpering, eyes widening he whispers her name.

                Her eyes widen, Apollo? What was he doing here? She wanted to call out, let him know that she was here – lightning flashed through the room again, squeaking she curls up into a tight ball, hoping it stops soon. She knew something was wrong with him, he was acting strangely – rashly, and it was unusual. He was probably searching for something of his that he left in here. That was the logical explanation; maybe she still had a sweatshirt of his or… anything else. But before she could convince herself of this she heard him whisper her name. Biting her lip, it took all her willpower not to answer – he deserved better than her.

                His head rose from the comforter of the bed, the smell still intoxicating him. Willow? He heard her, it had to be her. He said her name again, more forcefully this time, almost demanding that she come out and see him. He needed to tell her something. He needed to tell her that he loved-no loves her. Feeling the bed shake his eyes widen, peeking under the bed he sees her shaking form, wrapping his arms around her waist he gently tugs her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head, hoping to comfort the frightened girl, a pang rang through his heart, she was hurt and he did nothing to help her. Gently caressing her back he whispers sweet nothings in her ear, hoping to stop her from shaking.

                Gasping she clutches his shirt, she was so weak…  Willow gasped, feeling the warmth of his body radiate into hers. Questioningly she said his name. She hurt him terribly, broke his heart into little tiny pieces, all over a guy who was over her now… Happy with someone else, she blinked, trying to hide the tears that were threating to fall. She wanted to say she was sorry, that her feelings for him were genuine but she couldn’t lie to him – not again.

                So the two of them sat there in a silent embrace, thunder and lightning ruining the night. Unsure of the future but for right now, just being together, just comforting each other was enough. Their relationship didn’t matter, they simply needed someone to hold, someone to understand them and right now, who better to know them then each other?

Stealing Kisses and Romantic Comedies (A KidFlashRedArrow Drabble)

Willow was worried – even if Rory was in a bad mood or busy she would find the time to let Willow know that she was fine, be it a text or Facebook post. It had been a week and nothing, if she didn’t trust Jay as much as she did Willow would have suspected that he killed her. Finally making up her mind, Willow decides to make sure that Rory was okay – the worst that could happen is walking in on… Her eye twitches, maybe she’d call first – that was definitely something that she didn’t want to see. Picking up her phone she dials the number she’s had memorized for years, she less than patiently waits for Rory to pick up the phone – nothing. Willow weighs her options check to see if her best friend is alive and worry about seeing her have sex with her boyfriend or stay here and get those mental images out of her head.

Against her better judgment she decides to go, knocking on the door she receives no response. What to do now? She can’t just leave, if she didn’t check to make sure she’s alive what kind of friend would she be? Turning the doorknob she sees that it’s open and upon opening the door her eyes widen. The apartment was a mess, and there Rory was – sitting in front of the television, watching RENT. Her off-pitch squealing of singing to the songs resonated throughout the room, and before she can start bawling again Willow is at her side.

“Rory?! What happened? Why are you crying?”

The blue eyed girl addressed looked up sniffling. “I-It’s Jay, he left. Ra’s kidnapped me and told him that she would kill me if he didn’t go with her.” Her eyes start to water again. “I-I tried to get away and s-she threatened me the same way.”

Willow’s eyes widen with anger “Why didn’t you call me? I could have saved you!” Rory shakes her head furiously. “You were being tailed along with Apollo; if you made any movement towards me you would have been killed.”

Willow looks at the older girl, lost for words “Well, what happened when Jay showed up?”

“She told Jay that if he ever attempted to come near me again that she’d kill me in front of him and he-he agreed” Her body shook violently, the tears pouring from her eyes. “I love him Willow, and I can’t do this without him.”

Inwardly Willow scoffs, he broke Rory’s heart so many times she knew it was only a manner of time before the old wretch took him away for good. Willow grabs the box of tissues from the coffee table and wipes the tears from Rory’s eyes. “Rory, did you ever think that it’s for the best?” Seeing the scowl on Rory’s face she stops momentarily. “I-I mean, you could be with someone who didn’t have to deal with the Shadows.”

Rory mumbles, “Like who? No other guy has ever been as kind or understanding as him… They all cheated on me or used me…” She pauses for a second, her blue eyes reflecting on her past, “Usually a combination of the two.”

Willow’s green eyes look over the older girl’s form, clutching onto a pillow and in Jay’s clothes, which were three sizes too big – she was still beautiful. “Rory,” She cups the other girls face in her hands, “maybe the problem is that you’re looking for a guy.”

Rory looks up a Willow confused, “Guy?” and before she could continue Rory finds that her lips are covered with Willow’s. Rory quickly jerks away, blush covering her face, “Willow! What are you doing?! What about Apollo-“but before she could continue her lips were covered again by Willow’s.

Willow pulls away lightly and shrugs, “It just didn’t work…” Her eyebrows raise. “Now will you shut up so I can kiss you?” Rory blushes gently and slowly kisses her lips.

So the two of them sat there, stealing kisses and watching sappy romantic comedies until the both fell asleep to the soft glow of the television.

No More Science (An ApolloKidFlash(Male!) Drabble)

Apollo looked at the redhead in front of him incredulously; how could someone eat so much food? It was a never-ending cycle; Wally would speak a few sentences jumbled with scientific jargon and then shove food in his mouth until he would decide he wanted to talk again. It was beginning to test his patience, along with the long words that were now dancing around in his head he had to deal with that loud munching noise that resonated around the small kitchen in the cave.

“Wally-“ The redhead continued chattering away, something about the Universal Gravitation theory making it difficult to find the exact mass of something outside the major gravitational something of something else. There was no point in listening anymore because he’d never understand anyway. Apollo raised his voice, “Wally!” There was still no acknowledgement of his presence.

Of course Wally noticed Apollo, he couldn’t help but internally grin at how aggravated Apollo was getting, it was more fun to annoy him that Artemis. Artemis would just roll her eyes and walk away, Apollo had the patience of a saint; he just stood there and listened to whatever he could come up with off the top of his head. Finally, realizing that if he didn’t say something to blond soon, he might find himself laid out on the floor he greeted the archer. Just a simple “Hey,” he then offered him a granola bar out of the box he almost finished.

Apollo declined, looking at the bar like Wally poisoned it. The redhead shrugged, grinning from ear to ear, he decided to test the patience of the older boy again – blabbering on about some newer hypothesis that had come up about The String Theory.

The blond scowled, the speedster was relentless – he hates science class and Wally couldn’t get enough, but he couldn’t seem to leave the younger boy alone. Finally, he decided; pulling the younger boy off the counter he pulls him into a kiss.

As he lets go of the back of the redhead’s neck Apollo growls, “No more science.”

Wally grins and throws his hands up, “And what do I get if I don’t?”

Apollo rolls his eyes and kisses the younger boy again. He was absolutely incorrigible.

Get it Right (An ApolloKidFlash Drabble)

What have I done? I wish I could run away from this ship going under.

She looked down at her hands, they were shaking uncontrollably; she did it again… She broke his heart, left him there broken and alone, after he admitted to her that he was still in love with her. She was a monster – in every meaning of the word and she couldn’t do anything about it

Just trying to help out everyone else; now I feel the weight of the world is on my shoulders.

It was ridiculous, she was a superhero. She should be able to handle these feelings, be able to realize that she was hurting him and yet here she was, oblivious to herself but willing to help everyone else out – Rory, Jay, M’att, Connie, all of them…

What can you do when your good isn't good enough and all that you touch tumbles down?

Her hands clutched her ears, trying to drown out her thoughts… He didn’t deserve her; he deserves someone so much better. She really tried though, tried to become the woman that he deserved… Looking back she wonders if she had done this or that differently if she’d still be in love with him.

Because my best intentions keep making a mess of things, I just want to fix it somehow; but how many times will it take? Oh how many times will it take for me to get it right?

It wouldn’t have mattered, she was a monster – it would have been useless. Their relationship had been destined to fail from the moment she agreed to go on a date with him. Yet, every time they met it was like they were drawn to each other and no matter how much she apologized it would never be alright, never be okay because she hurt him so badly.  Her nails dug into her knees. It could never work…

To get it right?

She was willing to try though and without a second thought she ran after him.

Can I start again with my faith shaken? Because I can't go back and undo this.

Grabbing a cup from the table he threw it at the wall glass shattering he groaned, it was so aggravating. Every time she left if was the same thing, this unbelievable anger that he could never place. He didn’t want to move on, he wants her and she wants nothing to do with him and he wants to know why.

I just have to stay and face my mistakes, but if I get stronger and wiser I'll get through this.

Seeing the broken cup he thinks back to Hong Kong, he was willing to lose everyone he ever cared about… People he didn’t even realize cared, Rory looked hurt and Jay, Jay was so disappointed but in himself as much as in his brother. His dad was so broken, both of his sons disappeared over Thanksgiving break without so much as a note and his youngest was willing to join the group that he had struggled to escape from for years. This family was built on second chances, the ability to learn from your mistakes and he was going to make good on his second chance, prove to them that he was happy.

What can you do when your good isn't good enough and all that you touch tumbles down?

Picking up the pieces he sighs, it was difficult. At times he wanted to say it was too difficult, that he shouldn’t have let himself be so open, so fragile to another. No matter what he did in their relationship never seemed to end well, she was hurt for so many years – by the person she should have been able to trust most and even when he found out, he didn’t do anything to help her.

Because my best intentions keep making a mess of things, I just want to fix it somehow; but how many times will it take? Oh how many times will it take for me to get it right?

He asked his brother to do it for him, and even then, Jay was hurt for his mistake. He never knew what to do, his sweet girl was hurt and alone and unwilling to let anyone else help her. Then he left, for something that he now realizes that he could never want, he could never want to be unfeeling and cold, not after having Jay and his dad explain to him what that means.

To get it right?

He had to tell her that he loved her, grabbing his phone he dials her number, hoping that she’ll pick up.

So I throw up my fist, throw a punch in the air and accept the truth that sometimes life isn't fair.

Tears cloud her eyes as she runs to Gotham, she didn’t know if this would work out but she was willing to try. How many chances does a girl get at a love like that one? One, if she’s lucky. Here she finds herself about to run out of those arms for the rest of her life – she couldn’t let that happen. Life wasn’t fair; it was cruel and wicked but if it was willing to give her a second chance with Apollo there was no way in hell she wasn’t taking it.

Yeah I sent out wish. Yeah I sent up a prayer. Then finally someone will see how much I care.

He was met with the beep of the answering machine, cursing he hangs up and tries again. Somehow hoping that she was just unaware that her phone rang, was she really mad at him now? Had he blown his last chance, it couldn’t be… Please god – whoever is out there, don’t let this be the end of the two of them, it couldn’t end in such a raw way.

What can you do when your good isn't good enough and all that you touch tumbles down?

Stumbling she reaches the apartment complex that she had become so familiar with. Taking the steps two at a time she rushes to the door of his home but stops before she can knock. What if he didn’t love her anymore? What if he decided to move on?

Because my best intentions keep making a mess of things I just want to fix it somehow; but how many times will it take? Oh how many times will it take?

There was still no answer, throwing on his jacket he decides to go look for her – what if she hurt herself again. He had to find her, tell her that he couldn’t let her go. Opening the door he crashes into something. Looking down he sees her, and before she can say one word he presses his lips to hers.

To get it right.

To get it right.

Burt Photos (A CheshireRedArrow Drabble)

            Jay didn’t know how he found himself in this situation… He had just put away his jacket in the closet and saw something on the floor. It was a box, no larger than his hand tucked into a corner, he knew he shouldn’t have looked inside but as they say curiosity killed the cat. Sitting in the dimly lit closet he slowly opened the box; unceremoniously he threw the lid into the corner and peered inside. To his surprise it there were photos of Rory inside some of their edges were burnt others were torn and crinkled; she must have been 15 or 16 when they were taken.

Looking at them, if she wouldn’t have told him that she went through the rebellious phase he never would have recognized her; at parties, homecoming, prom, sleepovers, sporting events, no matter what it was she was seen in short-shorts or miniskirts with low-cut shirts and tube tops, the dresses were unbelievably short and she always managed to keep herself looking unmistakably bored. What really surprised him though were the guys she was with, he could recognize them all – future business heads, all extremely good looking and influential and yet, in not one of those photos did she look remotely happy.

Picking up the box he walked out to the living room and began spreading them out – again and again he noticed the same things, she had told him before that she was unhappy, but it was really unbelievable how honest she was really being, even when she was at the formal events with Olivia, only scowls could be seen on her face. He wanted to hug her, make her see that she was beautiful. The guys that were in the photos had a possessive grip on her, eyes looking at her as some prize and not as a human being.

Rory walked through the front door of the apartment after running off to get dinner, and throwing her coat off on a chair she glanced into the living room and saw Jay hunched over the couch looking at something. Walking over to where he sat she saws the photos she had overwhelmingly tried to hide, and grimaced. Gently greeting him, she noticed the look on his face as he turned to greet her.

Seeing her standing there he felt awful, he betrayed her trust and saw things from her past that were none of his business. He opened his mouth to speak but she sat next to him before he could and gently kissed his lips. Pulling away he looked at her, he had no idea what to say… Was she ever truly happy before? Did she ever have fun when she wasn’t forcing herself to? No, he’d have to start with something simple, “You know you’re beautiful right?”

She looked down and blushed; of course she did, now at least. She nodded, not trusting herself to respond verbally, looking down she saw the photos, these were the years she wanted to forget, the years that she was taken advantage of then thrown to the side.

He looked at her strangely, unsure how to continue, she looked hurt. Did she not want him to find these, no, it wasn’t like she was sad or hurt in that way, it was more of a reminiscing sadness. Reaching his hand out he grabbed hers, “You know,” he smiled and used her own words “you aren’t alone anymore; you don’t have to do this by yourself.”

She looked up at him and bites her lip, “It was awful…” looking down at the charred photos she scowls, “these guys were forced to date me… Olivia and their parents pushed us to do it, although they didn’t have any problem with it – three of them cheated on me… The other one only wanted to get in my pants.” He looked up at her, unable to believe someone could do that to her and gently kissing her cheek and rubbing her hand he ushering her continue. She sighs and looks down, “I was never happy… I was more or less miserable because it was nothing I ever wanted to be. And then… I met you, you were so aggravating. You were cocky and arrogant and so unbelievably brash and impulsive. And unlike any other guy I’d ever met.” She kisses his neck gently. “It was because of you I was actually happy, actually able to laugh without it being forced-”

Cutting her off before she could continue, he kissed her so deeply, he wanted her to know that she mattered, that her happiness mattered, and there weren’t enough words in the world to describe that to her.

Finals (A CheshireRedArrow Drabble)

                Jay scowled at the notebook in front of him hoping it would somehow burst into flames. It was decided – finals were a bitch and nobody ever wants to study for them, so why did college have to make them worth so much more than every other test that year?! At least they gave him the week off from class to study for them… It was the last thing he wanted to do this morning, but for the first time in a long time Rory was up before him so he was stuck in the apartment studying for a class that he hated, why was he even doing this again? Growling he hops off the island and begins to pace, he could call someone from school – no, they’d be studying for finals, Apollo – no, he’s kind of in school. Irritation began pouring off of him; he wouldn’t be this worried about the stupid class if he didn’t need it to graduate.

                Walking in through the front door Rory looks at Jay worriedly, he looked like a caged animal and he still had five days before his final, she sighed. This was not going to end well, for either of them. Walking over she gently wraps her arms around his shoulders and whispers in his ear the usual calming phrases that do the trick. As he turns around in her arms she smiles and pecks his lips, offering him a doughnut and some coffee she decides the smart thing to do would be to see if he needed help studying.

                So that’s how it began, doughnuts and a huge box of coffee splayed across the coffee table, Jay’s notes tucked into Rory’s lap and she asked him again – what’s the kinematics equation solved for v_f? He groaned, freaking two dimensional motion again? Alright, v_f… He knew this one! v_f² = v_i² + 2aΔx. She looked at the notes again… Correct. He grinned victoriously, it was about damn time – watching as Rory stood up his hands gripped the arms of the seat in anticipation. Leaning over she gently pressed her lips to his, grinning he attempted to wrap his arms around her neck keeping her there and him distracted from his finals.

                Rory grinned and pulled away from the kiss. Now, now Kitty that was only one formula – you still have thirty plus to memorize, gently grazing her lips over his neck she hops back over to her seat, giggling the whole way.

                Puffing his cheeks out, he scowls. Fucking tease.

Something More Than Jealousy (A CheshireKidFlash Drabble)

             He smirked, a cat and his prey; it was too easy – she always left herself so vulnerable. His eyes glanced over her; arms crossed and eyes narrowed – ready to attack him if he makes a wrong move. Biting his lip he slowly approaches her, “You know,” he circles around her stiff frame, “this would be the easiest way for the two of us to get what we want… You could make him jealous and I…” he looks her in the eyes, “I could get her to acknowledge my existence.”

“Why would I help you?” She spat, disgusted by his proposition. They were supposed to annoy Apollo, not make him want to barf. Plus she couldn’t do that to Rory. Even if she wouldn’t admit it to herself, she knew that deep down, maybe way deep down Rory really did like him. She glanced over at Cheshire – he was extremely attractive though… more defined than Apollo; probably due to age. Plus that damn grin, that well named Cheshire grin; when it spread across his face she couldn’t help but blush.

His face nears hers, “Easy, because you have something to gain. Plus, what’s life without a little fun?” His gaze flickers towards the door, that text that he sent both Apollo and Rory must have worked, and without a second thought he presses his lips to hers.

Willow’s eyes widen in surprise, what is he doing? She tries to push him away, but is drawn into the kiss and can’t help but kiss back. Her head spins, why did this feel so good, she liked Apollo – she wanted to make him jealous, and yet here she was kissing his brother. The blonde furiously stormed across the room and ripped the two of them apart.

“              What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” He snarled, pushing his brother away from Willow.

Cheshire grinned, “I was just kissing my girlfriend” lazily, Jay draped an arm across Willow’s shoulders and placed a kiss on her cheek, “Problem Paulie?”

Willow blushed at the nonchalance in the older man’s voice; what made it worse is that she couldn’t place this feeling in the pit of her stomach. Through gritted teeth, Apollo stormed away, grabbing Rory’s hand he dragged the shell-shocked redhead out of the room.

As they leave he couldn’t help but grin, he got everything he wanted – a jealous Rory and Apollo and the now blushing speedster all to himself, leaning in he kisses her again. Maybe he’d give up on Rory; this seemed like much more fun.

Ticklish (A CheshireRedArrow Drabble)

                Jay grinned, crawling closer to his girlfriend who was more or less ignoring him for some ridiculous romantic comedy. Saying her name and getting no response he rolled his eyes and pouted, his dear Pinky couldn’t care less that he had ditched class today to be with her. Well, maybe he’d have to show her that he was better than some movie that was making her cry, but how to do it? Continuing to crawl towards her his eyes widen in realization and quietly he places a kiss on her cheek, getting her attention he pulls her into a deep kiss his hands gently resting at her sides. Getting her full attention he grins wickedly and begins to tickle her sides, pulling away from the kiss he can’t help but smile at how her face changes, now a ridiculous grin and blush covering her face.

                Giggling and squealing she tried to escape his grasp, becoming more and more breathless as each second passed. Her legs gently trying to push him away, she never should have let him know that she was so ticklish; it was going to be the death of her and she knew it. Attempting to regain control of her limbs she tried to push him away, her face now aching from smiling so much, deciding that if she couldn’t get him to stop she’d have to beg.

                Snickering he looked at her now shining blue eyes and flushed face, amused at her attempts to push him away. She was going to have to do better than that, his hands drifting to her stomach he began to tickle her more harshly, enjoying the sounds that came from her lips. His grin only spread as he heard her start to beg for him to stop, there was no way that he was going to let her forget this any time soon. Jokingly he couldn’t help but egg her on, what? He couldn’t hear her.

                Whining she tried to pull herself away realizing that he was playing with her, there was no way that she was going to let him win. She had some pride left and letting Jay know that won wasn’t going to happen. His tickling resuming she couldn’t help but want to cave, her attempts to push him away weren’t working. Biting her lip she pleaded with him again – anything, she’d do anything if he’d just stop.

                Brightly smiling his hands retreated from the toned canvas of her stomach. Anything? He was going to have fun with this. His lips ghosting over hers, he chuckled, at least he had her full attention now, he gently kissed her still amused at the color of her face and the fast pace of her chest falling and rising. Pulling away he smiles gently, this was why he was willing to do everything he did; nuzzling his face into her neck he kisses her gently there.

                Her face blazed a bright red. The ass, he’s the only person on the face of the earth able to make her do that. Lacing her fingers in his hair she sighed, hoping to regulate her breathing she took deep breaths, her sides and face ached, laughing was more of a work out then actual patrol, gently running her fingers through his hair she sighed, more content now than ever before.

                That was until their front door opened and Olivia stood there, Christmas gifts in hand. Her eyes glancing over the scene the two of them quickly scrambled apart. Well, there went that peaceful December afternoon.