Who: Belle Boudreaux and Nicholas Wolfwood What: a date When: 8/11 Where: His place Rating: R for explicit sex Status: complete
After a week in Kirk’s body Belle was so happy things were back to normal. Even if she had awkwardly found herself faceplanted in his wife’s breasts that morning. She was dressed casually, glad to wear her own clothes again. All in all, she was in a great mood when she went up to Wolfwood’s apartment and knocked on the door.
Wolfwood heard the knock and headed over, curious as to who it might be, but his smile went bright when he saw the other side of the door. “Either you’re the guy who’s been Belle Boudreaux for a week, or things are back to normal.”
“Guess you’ll have to figure it out.” Belle said, keeping her voice as unaccented at possible. She couldn’t hold back a grin. It was good to be normal again. “It’s damn good to see you like this, Nicholas. Still up for that burger from last week?”
It was her. He grinned. “Yeah, give me two seconds.” He was wearing a ratty wife-beater, and he’d rather have something fit to be seen on. It didn’t take long for him to slide a long-sleeved shirt over his head and grab his wallet. “Okay. Did you drive, or you want to walk somewhere, or what?”
“I drove. I was thinkin’ we go to In ‘n’ Out if y’ don’t have a preference otherwise. Not a big fan of the fries, but y’ can’t get a better burger from a drive through.” She smiled and offered her hand to him. “How’ve you been?”
“Sure, that works for me.” He liked it when she took his hand. “I’ve been okay. Had some strange moments, but you’d kinda figure that.” He locked the door and followed her down toward the car. “I’m sure it was nothing compared to you.”
“Well, I had a little fun. Mostly at Kirk’s expense, poor thing.” She chuckled and walked down the hall with him. “Anything in particular stand out as worth talkin’ about?”
“Enh.” Wolfwood shrugged, debating how much to tell. “I hung out with someone who knows you. Tyra Shepard? She was my CO for a while on ops in Afghanistan.” That was definitely interesting.
Belle sighed. “I asked her not t’ say nothin’.” Go figure. “She’s good people. We worked together for a bit, too.” Also in Afghanistan. Not that she had a good excuse for being there, as an executive assistant. She wondered if Wolfwood even bought that anymore. He wasn’t an idiot.
“She didn’t go into detail. Just said she knew you.” He knew what Shepard did; he’d have figured that they worked together for Mr. Frost or something. His voice got soft. “Belle, you can have your secrets, you know. Though if you ever try to kill me, I probably am a match for you.” He smiled. Really, though, what was he going to do - demand she tell him about her entire life, when he’d known her for like two weeks? It wasn’t his place.
She nodded her head and her shoulders relaxed. “I don’t think I’d have the heart t’ kill you, cheri. I got other ways. It would be such a waste t’ get rid of one of the few remainin’ good single men. It’d be treason against womankind.” She winked at him and hit the elevator button. “She say how close we were?” There was more than a hint of a smirk on her face when she asked.
“She said that you had fraternized.” Wolfwood smirked right back. “But she left it at that. Shepard’s a lady at the most random times.”
Belle laughed. “She ain’t a lady when it counts.” The elevator opened and she stepped inside. “Probably the best part of that job was gettin’ to know her and Summers and Wrex. Good group, I hear they’re all workin’ together at some ranch somewhere now. Takin’ in stray kids or somethin’.”
“That’s what I hear. Never met Summers, but I know Wrex. He was Marines, so we worked together on a few operations.” Wolfwood stepped into the elevator with her. “He might not know me from Adam, but we’ve definitely met. He was the only one who could sit in the front seat when Shepard was driving.”
Belle shuddered. “I’m terrified of even thinkin’ about riding in a car with her.” She laughed a little. “Dunno how she ever convinced anyone t’ give her a license.”
“God only knows. I was more convinced I was going to die in her backseat than I was minesweeping in the cliffs on the Pakistani border.” Wolfwood shook his head.
“Got fair odds with minesweepin’. Ain’t nothing you can do when she’s drivin’ but pray. Tyra’s a menace.” She laughed and squeezed his hand.
“Ain’t it the truth.” The elevator opened on the main floor, and Wolfwood held the outside door for her as they walked onto the street. “So, if you’re back, does that mean Mr. Frost is back, too? I don’t have to deal with him as a scary Asian girl?”
“Nope, not unless he gave her a job too.” Belle laughed and went toward her SUV. It was black (as was almost required by law), and the back was full of odds and ends under a canvas dropcloth. She unlocked it with the remote, but still bounced ahead to get his door for him.
“God, I hope not,” Wolfwood said fervently. He got in when she opened the door, smiling as he got comfortable. “If everyone’s back to normal, that’s obviously good. People told me this place was weird, but I think I needed to see it close up.”
She nodded. “I didn’t believe a word of it myself until the Husk thing. Shepard explain that to you? I think she was important t’ that whole thing, somehow.” She closed the door behind Wolfwood and went around to hop into the driver’s seat.
“Yeah.” All of it. Wolfwood felt more than a bit sick, remembering what she’d told him. “She gave me the low-down. It sounded ... well, fucked up. True. But fucked up.”
Belle noted the change in his expression. She didn’t know that much about the Husks, but they weren’t her responsibilty. Shepard and the rest could take care of the world. Belle was just here to take care of these people. Well, officially she was here to stop Cerebus, but the two were about the same thing. Stopping Cerebus would keep heroes like the ones on the network in business. “It’s all fucked up.” She said with a nod. “You have any of those dreams, yet?”
“Yeah, a few.” Wolfwood was actually sort of surprised that she asked. “I dream about a weird planet. Growing up with an uncle.” He was surprised how much it hurt to even mention. He’d had a normal childhood; he’d had parents who loved him. Why did it bother him so much that dream-him had been molested?
Belle nodded. She wondered what he was thinking, but if he was going to respect her privacy she’d extend the same courtesy. “I dream about some kinda freaky assassin society. Got sold off to some rival guild’s son t’ be his wife.”
“Seriously? Is it medieval?” Bless her for not pressing. “Or is it modern?”
“See, that’s the craziest part. Best I can tell she was born about the same time as me. So this is in like the nineties. I mean, I like him and all, but it wouldn’t matter if I didn’t.” She kind of wanted to talk about Julien, but she didn’t think it would be a very comfortable discussion for either of them. She’d rather not think about her brother as anyone but the man she’d grown up with in the real world. “I was trained from the moment I could hold a knife t’ kill people. It’s so fucked up.”
Wolfwood shook his head. “That’s scary. And weird.” As they headed into traffic, though, he blinked. “Did you say ‘like’ him? As in, you’ve met him here?” That idea freaked him out; if her dreams could partially come true, then so could his.
“No. In the dream I like him.” She frowned. “Here he’s married. We’re both still from New Orleans, but I sure as shit didn’t grow up in no mansion in a swamp, and I doubt his father stole him in this world.” Her expression became more troubled as she said, “My family ain’t nearly the same as the one I dream about.”
“I meant that you said like instead of liked. Meaning you’d met the guy here.” That was fucking scary. “Let’s just leave it that there are some parts of my dreams I’m not okay with having come here.”
“You an’ me both.” She said, then shook her head. “But unless you feel an overwhelmin’ need t’ talk about it I wouldn’t mind a change of subject. Don’t much like the dreams, I’d rather focus on the insane shit that might spill over on the normal folks.”
“Change of subject’s fine by me.” Wolfwood couldn’t have made that more plain. “I haven’t had an In-n-Out burger in forever. And I bet you’re happy to have all the right parts back again. Did you just wake up back in your body?”
Belle pulled into the drive through line and rolled down her window. “I did. Next t’ Kirk’s wife.” She laughed, and the tension and unease melted away. “Was kinda difficult t’ explain that I felt perfectly natural buryin’ my face in a strange lady’s glorious chest in my sleep.”
Wolfwood had to laugh delightedly. “Hey, as long as she understood. I personally don’t have a problem sleeping in a lady’s glorious chest, but you know.” He wanted her to laugh.
Belle chuckled. “Well, maybe I’ll oblige.” Except. . . “Uh, next time.” Stupid uterus with its terrible timing. She could really use a night in bed with a hot man, and limiting things to a quickie and a shower was not how she’d wanted this to go.
For a second he was confused, but there was usually one main reason - besides finding him unattractive - that women used to beg off. And right now it was actually kind of hilarious. “Did he seriously have that happen?” Oh, God. Poor bastard.
Belle snickered. “Oh yeah. Sucker. First couple days are the worst, and he got ‘em both.” She grinned widely at Wolfwood, before pulling up to the box to order. “Know whacha want?”
“I could eat like, three double-doubles, but I’ll settle for one.” Wolfwood was still smirking. “That poor son of a bitch. I can only imagine.”
“Shoot, don’t skimp on my account, I’m gettin’ two myself.” Because she was having massive cravings for meat and grease.
“Maybe I’ll get two.” Wolfwood grinned. He did appreciate that. So many women tended to forget that sometimes a guy just wanted some damned meat.
Belle smiled at him and ordered four double doubles, a neapolitan milkshake, and a Coke for Wolfwood. “Next week you should come t’ my place for dinner. I’ll make us somethin’ nice. I actually have a giant tupperware full of baked goods for you. Figured out how t’ make donuts ‘n’ croissant.”
He was oddly touched by that. “I’d like that a lot.” God, how long had it been since a woman had cooked for him. “As you might imagine, I never learnt to cook.”
“That’s pretty typical for military types.” Belle smiled sweetly. “Guess you’ll just hafta marry someone who does.” She pulled up to the window and paid for their food before adding, “Eventually.”
“One day I will be swept off my feet by a sexy redhead who knows how to cook and disassemble an AK-47 in under a minute.” He’d said redhead so as not to scare the hell out of her; Wolfwood liked women of all shapes and sizes, including blondes.
Belle snickered. “She’d have t’ be a really fuckin’ tall woman.” She said with a wink. “You might need t’ track down a giant if you wanna be swept off your feet.”
“Metaphor, Belle, metaphor.” Wolfwood chuckled. “I’m not that tall.” Was he?
“I’m a literal kinda girl.” She said with a laugh. “And you’re insanely tall.” Well, not insanely but he wasn’t going to find many women taller than him. “Bet people were always askin’ you to play basketball when you were in high school.”
“I was gently encouraged to try out for the team, but I wasn’t much for sports.” Wolfwood shrugged. He’d preferred to be by himself; contrary to what people might think, he’d been a bit of a bookish sort in high school.
“I did track.” She noted, handing his drink over and settling the bag of food between them. “Did some swimming too, but mostly I ran cross country.”
Wolfwood nodded his thanks. “I like to exercise, but I just wasn’t much for team sports.” It was interesting that all the things Belle said she enjoyed were solo activities. “People thought I was weird, but honestly, I was just sort of shy. I enjoy company at times, obviously - but then I’ve had enough.”
“I get that.” She said with a nod. “Team sports are fun to watch, but they’re not for me. I’d rather work independently.” That way she could improvise if things went wrong. “There’s nothin’ wrong with being shy. You’re good company when you wanna be, and that’s all I care about.”
“I’m touched.” Wolfwood laid a hand over his heart, smiling genuinely before grabbing one of the double-doubles. “Is it wrong that I dreamed about these more than once over in the sandbox?”
“Nope. When I was in Perth all I wanted was horrible Americanized General Tsao’s chicken. It’s different over there, and extremely disappointing.” She laughed and took a drink of her milkshake as she pulled out into the street. “Wanna go check out the movies at the drive in, or skip straight t’ the sex?” She was good with either.
Wolfwood blinked, laughing. “Not both? No dirty encounters at the drive-in like we were high schoolers in the fifties?” But he was kidding. “I was going to try and be all magnanimous, because I know you haven’t had sex in over a week, but honestly, I like your company.” In other words, it wouldn’t be a hardship if they skipped right to the screwing.
“I like yours, too.” She said with a laugh and started toward his place. “We’ll see a movie some other time.”
“That’d be nice.” Wolfwood nodded, relieved that he didn’t have to feel awkward about this. “It’ll also be nice just to spend time with you.” He was fairly sure he still had condoms at his place. Sometimes you just had to admit what you were feeling.
“I’ve been lookin’ forward to this since about five minutes after I left the coffee shop I met Kirk at.” Belle said with a laugh. “You left a good impression on me, cher.”
“I’m flattered.” He actually was. She was sexy and smart as hell; she could do better, he was reasonably sure. “I can say the same; I do like women with a mouth on them.”
Belle gave him a wicked smile. “You know, you haven’t even been that well acquainted with my mouth yet.”
“You do have a point.” If he’d been the blushing type, he would have blushed then.
She chuckled as she dodged through traffic. “I wouldn’t want you t’ feel cheated ‘cause you didn’t get t’ try out all the options.”
“Sexy, smart, funny and considerate.” He pretended to think. “I guess you passed the tryout.” He hoped she laughed and didn’t get pissed off; this was strictly a casual thing as long as it suited both of them best.
Belle snorted. “Yep, you hit the casual sex jackpot with me.” She pulled back into the parking lot for his apartment and grabbed the food.
He couldn’t tell if she was kidding, so he felt compelled to clarify. “I do really enjoy your company, you know.” Wolfwood said gently, trying to pay a compliment without coming off clingy or something. He just liked her, plain and simple. The casual sex was a perk.
She squeezed his arm, giving him a big smile. “I know. I enjoy yours too. Let me grab your cookies and stuff.” She reached into the backseat and pulled up a giant plastic food container filled to the brim with baked goods. “I might need a new coping mechanism.”
Wolfwood blinked, laughing. “Wow. All this was from last week?” He’d definitely take it - he’d never even had an official girlfriend make him baked goods, never mind a casual friend.
“Yeah. I wasn’t working, and three dozen are as easy to make as one. There’s some bread and stuff in there too, so it’s not all cookies.” She slid out of the SUV and tucked her keys in her pocket.
“Handy skill.” Wolfwood squeezed her shoulder briefly as a thank you before going to unlock his door. “I even cleaned the place yesterday.”
“Wouldn’t mind if you didn’t, but I do appreciate the effort.” She smiled at him and followed behind, putting the baked good box on the kitchen counter.
He waited until her hands were free to kiss her cheek. “Still. Thanks.”
She smiled at the kiss, brushing her hand over his hair. “You’re welcome.” She drew him down into a slow, lingering kiss. It felt damn good to do this again.
That was fine with him. Wolfwood wrapped his arms around her, sighing softly as he returned fire. He did enjoy touching her.Her skin was softer than he’d have expected, somehow.
She liked to be in his arms. He was very gentle for a man with his background, and she appreciated that. He could be on his best behavior because they were still getting to know each other, but Belle didn’t think so. She broke the kiss slowly, meeting his eyes. Her body pressed gently against his, her fingers stroking the hair at the base of his skull. “Missed this.”
He was gentle because he’d been taught to be, but also because it felt like he could fuck it up at any moment. He didn’t want to fuck it up, not just because then he wouldn’t get laid, but because she made him laugh. “It was definitely a downer when you showed up as a guy,” he agreed gravely, one big hand going to rest on her hip.
She laughed, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “Desole, cheri. I won’t do it again.” Not if she could help it, anyway. “Let me make it up to you.”
“I had some strong words with the universe,” Wolfwood murmured, closing his eyes. “It’s the county’s fault, not yours.” He kissed her again, letting his hands up her back as he kissed from her lips to her jaw and downward.
She groaned softly as he kissed down her neck. Her hands slipped down his body to rest on his hips. She tilted her head back, eyes closed in pleasure. “Mmmmm. It was a frustratin’ week for all of us.”
“I wonder how many people just went home and had sex.” Wolfwood bit a little at the soft flesh; he remembered she’d liked it the first time.
“Before or after the switch?” She asked with a laugh. Her fingers worked under his shirt, tugging the back hem up. “I know my body had more fun than I did durin’ the switch.” It didn’t bother her too much. She was only a little sad she’d been too polite to hit on Mrs. Kirk.
“I meant after, but who knows.” Wolfwood chuckled, helping her out of her clothes. “And if your body had more fun than you, maybe it’s karma for that poor bastard getting your monthly.” He was still amused as all hell, but thank God it hadn’t been him.
Belle laughed, her hands busy at work until they were both naked. “Maybe, but it could just as easy be the other way around.” She laughed and stood on her toes so she could kiss his neck and throat without making him bend over.
“Point.” Wolfwood kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her.
She moaned softly into the kiss, her fingers sliding delicately down his spine. She groped his butt playfully at the end, then pushed away a little. “Bedroom, cheri, unless you wanna get rugburn in manner of uncomfortable places.”
“Can’t have that.” Wolfwood murmured against her mouth, picking her up and carrying her back to his bedroom. Once they were inside, he leaned her against the wall, just for a second, giving her a smirk, kissing her again, manhandling her just a little. Because he could, really.
Belle shivered when he pressed her against the wall. She was a sucker for that kind of stuff. She liked a man who could push her around a little. She returned his kiss intensely. Her fingers gripped his hair, tugging his head back after a minute so she could breathe. “You’re so hot, Nicholas. I could just fuck you where you stand.”
“Think that’s my job, at this point.” He really didn’t want to go get a condom, but he knew he ought to. Wolfwood sighed, setting her down for a second and grabbing one from his nightstand drawer. “Help me out,” he told her, smiling a little, wanting to get her good and wound up.
Belle sighed as well, but she couldn’t fault him for wanting to be careful. She took the condom and smirked at him. “Lay down. I think I promised you certain services.” She gently pressed on his chest, so he’d get the idea.
“Only if you want.” He wanted, yeah, but he wasn’t about to make her feel obligated. Wolfwood sat on his bed, letting her back him up.
“Wouldn’t offer somethin’ I didn’t want.” She assured him, moving onto the bed as well. She smiled at him before she bent down to examine him. She didn’t have the chance to really get a great look at him the last time, and she wanted to remedy that. She stroked him delicately, just to see how turned on he really was.
Not much to worry there. It had been a long time since he’d had a woman back him up like this, and he liked her. Her soft, sure hands got him wound up properly. “S’nice, Belle.”
She smirked and delicately set to work, her lips and tongue stroking and teasing him. She wasn’t trying to bring him off, she just wanted to wind him up a little bit before they had sex. She wanted to get to know him. Everyone was different, and she was glad she’d get the chance to see what NIcholas sounded like when he was being tortured.
He was quiet - years of habit - but no less pointed. Wolfwood just grunted at first, but then she did something nice, and he sighed, letting his neck go limp.
Belle couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re so quiet.” She didn’t mind. She kissed the inside of his thigh and began to roll the condom down over his cock. “Guess I’ll just hafta see if I can break you outta that habit.”
“Too many years of getting quick blow jobs,” Wolfwood managed before breathing out a laugh. He closed his eyes, amused. “I trust your capable hands.”
She laughed and crawled up his body, her fingers stroking over his chest. “We’ll see what happens, hein?” She leaned down to kiss him. It was a brief kiss, something to get his attention while she reached between them and put him into the proper position. When she straightened she also slowly sank down onto him, groaning as he penetrated her. It was her turn to do the work this time.
That worked for him. Wolfwood reached up to rest fuzzy-headed hands on her hips, helping her get settled, groaning softly when she did so. “God, Belle.” She was gorgeous and in control on top of him, and it was something close to incredible to watch.
The nice thing about not using many words was that each one he did say seemed to cut deeper and have more meaning. She whimpered softly, slowly rolling her hips. He felt very good.
He’d never been the loud type, but he did his best to let his partners know he appreciated all they were doing. Wolfwood sighed, liking that whimper. He liked just feeling her moving; she didn’t move all that much and it worked better for him. Small movements felt more intimate.
She was very pleased with how intimate this felt. She didn’t want to start out moving fast, she needed a little time to get worked up, too. She drew her fingernails down his chest and belly, just enough to leave red trails in their wake, but not enough to really hurt him.
He liked that little scratch - a little bit of rough always worked for him. Wolfwood purred softly, arching his hips up a little into her, trying to make it so that she didn’t have to do all the work.
She laughed and put her hand on the bed to keep her balance. After a little shifting he would be able move freely, and she started to move faster herself. “Mmm, feels real good, cheri.” Her voice was soft and low, but she didn’t think she’d be this calm for very long.
“You do.” No sense in not being honest. She felt incredible, and somehow she seemed to know what worked - taking her time was much better. “I like hearing you.” Her voice was nice at most times; when she was riding him it was ten times sexier.
She smirked at him, then leaned down to kiss him. She had every intention of taking as long as possible, to make up for how fast the last time had been. “Just want you t’ know I appreciate you, cheri.” She purred the last word, then leaned back again.
Oh, at this point, he knew. Wolfwood sighed, resting his hand along her jaw as she kissed him, then letting his arms go limp as she leaned back. His hands went back around her hips, fingers going around to run over any skin he could reach.
She smirked at him, drawing one of his hands up to kiss his fingertips and knuckles. She was still gradually accelerating, but she wasn’t going full speed yet. She groaned as he rubbed against the right spot again and again. The nice thing about being in control was that she knew damn well how to please herself.
He was perfectly content to watch, but he knew women didn’t like that. Wolfwood tried to move with her, if only to not be lazy, and he gripped her hips a little harder, mostly because he could.
Belle was really getting into it now, and couldn’t keep up her nice, even escalation. She began moving faster, working harder. She was officially out of patience, and she didn’t want to keep teasing Nicholas forever.
Wolfwood just went with it, grabbing her hips hard and grinding up to meet her. She was a sight to see, with her breasts bouncing and her mouth open slightly, and he tried to warn her he was close to coming. The noise he made wasn’t entirely coherent, but hopefully she got the message.
She understood well enough, but she was distracted at the time by her own orgasm. The nails of one hand bit lightly into his chest and she let out a long, low moan.
The nails helped. It was only a minute or two more before he followed, groaning quietly as he grabbed at her hips. He was still quiet, but gripped tight enough to leave bruises, and the first thing he did when he got his breath back was apologize. “Sorry if that was too hard.” He figured it would be okay, but best not to be a dick.
Belle giggled, then gently lowered herself down. She sprawled over him, breathing hard after the exertion. “Mmmm, not a bit.” She kissed the underside of his chin, but otherwise didn’t move.
“Good.” In that case, he was perfectly content to lie here and be boneless. Damn if he wasn’t starting to like her a lot, though. It worried him.
She rested there for a little while, just enjoying his company. She refused to let her brain think, she just wanted to savor the moment a little longer.
Eventually she straightened and sighed, stretching her arms up and leaning back to get her stomach muscles as well. It was only partially to give him a good show. WIth slightly wobbly legs she slid off his lap and staggered to the bathroom.
Wolfwood did grin appreciatively, pulling himself to a sitting position and moving to dispose of the condom. He tried to keep it light. “Now everything’s back to as it should be in your world?” Not necessarily sex with him, but sex.
“Close enough for jazz,” She said with a smirk, drawing him into the shower. “No such thing as normal, really. Just gotta go with what you’re given.” She kissed him playfully, then began to wash them both as she’d done the last time.
“Ain’t it the truth, as they say.” Made sense to him, really. Normal for him right now was probably a hammock in a desert. An apartment with a shower in which a beautiful woman was washing them both? Not normal, but a hell of an improvement. Wolfwood handed her the soap, amused at how pleased she seemed to be.
Overall Belle tended to be very pleased with her life. Her new normal was a lot nicer than bouncing around in the Middle East, or playing a diplomat’s girlfriend in Japan, and it was a hell of a lot better than camping in the middle of some God forsaken wasteland in Australia looking for she didn’t even know what. Compared to all that running an anti-terror operation in Orange County was a breeze.
She washed them both quickly, humming a Peggy Lee song as she worked. “So you wanna meet up at my place next Sunday?”
“Sounds fine to me.” He hadn’t seen her place, and it might be nice. They had a nice thing going at this point; dinner or pool or something like that, then sex. Wolfwood smiled. “Anything you want me to bring? Or just my ass to get kicked at pool or something?”
Belle laughed and stepped carefully out of the tub. “Maybe a movie you wanna watch? Pajamas ‘n’ stuff if you’re gonna sleep over.” She dried her hair, watching him as she spoke.
That wasn’t something he’d expected, but he didn’t make a big deal out of it. It would have weirded her out. “That’s nice and easy, sure.” Wolfwood smiled, watching her.
“You wanna meet for drinks first? That way you can follow me to my place, and if things don’t work out and you want to leave after the sex we can at least have a little fun together beforehand.” She shrugged. It wasn’t a huge deal to her. She’d be staying the night tonight if she didn’t need to worry about her period messing things up.
In all honesty, he didn’t think he’d be leaving right away, but he appreciated the option. “Sure, sounds good. And if you want to kick me out, then, you can do it with a clear conscience.” He liked teasing her; she got a smirk that was both cute and sexy.
She laughed and nodded. “Yep, that’s the idea. So don’t piss me off.” She winked at him and left the bathroom to find her clothes. “You have a good night. I’ll see you at work tomorrow?”
“Yes, ma’am. Mr. Frost isn’t a girl anymore; I’ll be the one with the spring in my step.” He caught her and kissed her gently before he let her go.
She sighed as he pulled her in, a content smile on her face until their lips met. It felt so nice to be in his arms. “Sleep well, mon cher.”