water was hot, which seemed
ironic. Warrick had always heard that to get rid of sexual tension cold
were best, but that, like so many cliches
was a fallacy.
Cold water made the skin hypersensitive and tended to keep a man
ways to heat it up again once he got out of the shower.
reached for the soap, working up
a lather between his hands, letting the foam drip over his palms as the
pounded against the tension in his shoulders and ran in hot rivulets
back. Carelessly, he slathered his long rangy arms, scrubbing with an
habit as he considered his situation.
wit: he lusted for
wasn't what he felt about
sighed heavily. His hands slid
along his lean chest and the underside of his face, scrubbing absently
considered exactly where he and
her suggestion but his, made in
a moment of clarity over Chinese food and wine. A
time with no pressure, no uncertainty over the nature of each date.
Kissing yes, affection in moderation but for the next two innings so to
neither of them would be rounding second while they took their time.
a little ruefully remembering
so that was the way it was for
the moment. Work was fine; they both could turn it off and concentrate
job, no problem. In fact for the moment, they seemed to blend a bit
better as a
good working team, racking up solve after solve. Warrick liked having
security Lydia's presence gave him; when she was there, he found
grounded, not as restless and unfocused.
was the minute they went off-duty
that things got hard...so to speak. All Warrick knew was that he HAD to
her at least once before leaving the parking lot. Sometimes
in her car, sometimes in his, just leaning through the window or up
door. It was a risk, but a
compulsion he couldn't fight.
least one, to stake his claim...
was struggling a little too,
and it flattered his ego like nothing else to see her
get flustered or squirmy or dreamy-eyed after a kiss. She'd taken to
glossy lipstick, claiming it would keep him from pouncing on her at
all it did was amuse him. Warrick considered it like frosting on a
definitely enjoyed kissing it off of her after their shift.
the weeks were rolling by,
slowly but surely. They'd caught a few movies...mostly forgettable
with outrageous car chases in them. Lydia had him over for dinner
whipping out a seductive spaghetti the first time and a hearty
the second; it hadn't been tough to pig out on both meals. They'd spent
the mall and walking a few of the casinos in town, and all through it,
at the sweet link being forged between the two of
was natural to reach for her hand
as they walked now, letting her fingers interlace with his. She rubbed
shoulders once in a while, and making her laugh was always a good
"Never go northeast of Harmon and Koval after dark, babe...at least not by yourself after dark..." he insisted. "Never offer to cash anyone else's chips for them. Never take comp coupons outside of a casino..."
never give money to
beggars, yes, I know, Warrick, I know," she replied, rolling her eyes,
needed looking out for, that was
certain. April seemed to approve of their relationship, having
early on that Warrick definitely knew his shit from Shinola
and was worthy of being part of the Petrowski/Muro
household, although he laughed at their two-month imposition.
two are going to HURT
yourselves holding back like that, babies..."
was now damn near up. Only
two days left.
sighed, one hand risking
contact with sensitive areas in a brisk swipe of the soap. Common sense
him to indulge, but sentimentality stopped him...two days. A mere
hours. He could hold out two more days.
dried and dressed, checking his
watch as he walked to the car, laughing to himself over his
like he was eager or anything. So she'd been out of town for a few
days, but it
wasn't any big deal. Warrick justified picking up flowers as just good
and ignored the girl at the floral counter's sweet sigh as he carried
orange and red roses them to the car. The sun was beginning to set, and
lights of the strip glowed brightly to his left as he made the turn
knocked, looking to see if
April's tan Taurus in the driveway and not seeing it. Faintly he heard
coming from the house and recognized the B52's Love Shack just as the
opened. Three of his senses were hit at once: the heady aromas of
tomato sauce, the bouncy music, the chest-tingling sight of
It was only natural to scoop her in and pull her close, breathing in
Warrick felt his tension shift out of his shoulders and down to his
groin as he
hugged her close. Lydia clung to him, pressing her curves against his
it stupid to admit I missed
you, even if it was only a three day trip?" she asked against his
He laughed low, tightening his grip, and when he did, the cellophane
holding the flowers crinkled. Lydia squirmed, trying to look behind her
where the sound had come from.
both excited and embarrassed. He waggled his eyebrows at her playfully
handed her the flowers, pleased to see her eyes go big as she took them.
they're gorgeous! You
on now...even I know
flowers are always traditional," he chided back, stepping
into the foyer. Lydia dropped her
head to sniff the big red and orange blooms,
Warrick thought her silhouette against the streaming light of sunset
was one of
the prettiest images he'd seen in a long time.
better get these into
water...want something to drink?"
followed her deeper into the
house, smiling as she led the way towards the kitchen, near the back.
scarcely cast a glance over the cool modern decor and fine art that
for the living room, preferring to watch Lydia in her sanctum.
kitchen was done in copper and
soft blues and whites with copper pans hanging over a huge butcher block island.
Here, the smell of oregano hung in the air,
sultry with promise; on cue, Warrick's
protested through a slightly embarrassed smile. She nodded knowingly,
opened a cupboard looking for a vase. The only one tall enough was up
top shelf and Warrick made himself
useful getting it
smell so good...I ought
to go out of town more often."
how WAS the seminar?"
Warrick asked, lazily perching himself on one of the counter stools and
watching her fill the vase. She tossed her long hair back and gave a
Because of the El Nino this year DEA says it looks like there's a big
crop of peyote coming in this spring, and we've got the usual warning
encroaching Africanized bees...It's all in the report I E-mailed
my laptop. Honestly the whole seminar seemed like the sort of stuff
have been sent out to us..."
you know the Feds love to
hold big self-important highly visible meetings to insure the public
they're all on the job," Warrick snorted, accepting the beer she handed
He twisted the top off and sipped it easily, studying
looked so good it hurt to watch
her, he decided.
liked the gauzy peasant
blouse she wore, thin white cotton with a little embroidery on the
and sleeves. It had a lace up front straining to keep her in, and he
realizing she was bra-less under it, so the sweet hefty curves of her
peeking out between the lace strings were delightfully enticing.
and her big nipples,
faintly visible under the thin fabric.
Shifting, Warrick discreetly adjusted himself and tried to look away,
was a losing battle, as usual.
nodded, hoping he didn't slice a
thumb off because of the fabulous distractions showcased under that
blouse. Lydia snagged his beer and sipped it,
slipped potholder mitts on and bent over. Warrick closed his eyes.
stuff, even if it IS a little crispy on top."
wasn't the top but the bottom
that worried Warrick. Lord, that sweet round ass he was staring at was
perfect for the span of his hands...he already KNEW that, and seeing
tightly encased in powder blue denim was NOT helping his damn
the tomato, not at ALL. He ran a hand over his face and tried to smile
gave a weak smile in return,
mentally reminding himself that there were only two days to go. Lydia
her head, her expression slightly hurt. "You don't like lasagne?"
lasagne. Trust me, April and
Damian won't be getting much in the way of
leftovers...where ARE they, anyway?" Warrick looked around for a
yeah...well April is over
at Jamie's for the weekend. They're having dinner with the parents, and
getting cold feet even though Jamie keeps reassuring him that his folks
laughed, picking up the beer
bottle, musing over that thought.
let me get this straight,
so to speak--A cross dressing gay guy is meeting his boyfriend's
the first time and HE'S the nervous one? God I love this town..."
was a mess, breaking out
and everything...it's a good thing his mom has Damian this week or it
have been really bad,"
in the house with
her looking like, like THAT--
took a calming breath and managed
to look up in time to see her watching him and chewing her lower lip
in a quick flash of compassion he realized she too was coming to that
let out his breath and gave
her a reassuring smile.
guess that gives us time to
water, come on, get it under cold water..." she urged, cradling
his hand with both of hers. She led him to the sink and plunged his
a stream of water, turning it gently to let the flow of water cool it
sighed. His hand wasn't bad,
not really...the burn was minor and small...but now he had the soft
one of them moved
already maimed you before we've even eaten," she commented.
Warrick laughed at that, and unable to stop himself, bent to kiss her
great was ever
achieved without pain, baby..." he intoned, making her laugh.
is NOT that great an achievement...although the bread was kind of
carried plates and
silverware over to the breakfast nook and set things up while
eat..." she smiled.