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Post by Lt. Harvey Bullock on Apr 17, 2012 1:23:55 GMT -5
He almost jumped from being startled when she pounced at his pizza. He carefully set the box down and took a slice not taking his eyes from her.
"It's just pizza, Vic."
He chuckled as he took a slice for himself, then looked at her again when she mentioned how warm she was. What he was thinking wasn't what he said...
"Hot or cold. No in-between wit you? Want me to open th' window or just lose th' blanket?"
He took a huge bite of his slice and chewed it looking at her while waiting for her answer.
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Post by Lt. Vic Valentine on Apr 17, 2012 1:30:30 GMT -5
Vic blushed as red as a lobster. She sort of was brought back into reality by Harvey's comments. She also realized she was sitting on his lap, more blushing. She got up slowly and grabbed her drink.
"Um, yeah. I... uh... yeah I'm pretty hot."
She sort of stood there for a second, looking very embarassed. She began to fan herself awkwardly before downing the rest of her drink and setting it down as she dropped the blanket on the couch. She was visibly beginning to glisten from the very subtle sheen of sweat coming across her. She just felt waves of something hitting her.
As she started to turn away to go pour another drink she stumbled a bit and just gave backward into the couch next to Harvey again.
"Just a pizza..."
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Post by Lt. Harvey Bullock on Apr 17, 2012 1:35:42 GMT -5
He got up quickly and took her glass directing her back to the couch.
"You. Sit. Yer wounded. If you want, you ask. You get up again, I'll tell everyone at HQ you shoot empty guns at TVs. Clear?"
He smirked and poured her another drink, he was blushing a bit himself, but he blamed it on the peppers...
"I asked f'r extra jalepenos. Prob why yer....y'know.....hot......n' all...."
He found himself glancing at her legs again as they ate and watched tv.
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Post by Lt. Vic Valentine on Apr 17, 2012 1:50:32 GMT -5
Vic was breathing deeply. She wiped some sweat off her forehead. She picked the pizza back up and stared at it. She finally looked over to Harvey.
"It ain't the jalepenos, Detective..."
They both knew what was happening but neither was bold enough to say it. He had her the first time she witnessed him making an arrest. He was as mean as an alligator but executed the arrest like a painter gracefully laying his brush strokes on the canvas. And it wasn't like she hadn't caught his brown eyes on her a few times. She was very good at shrugging it off up until right now.
Hell, they were both seasoned investigators and detectives. Though, to give Harvey credit, once again, Vic was very good at misleading him into thinking he didn't have a shot. She was usually a very forward woman when she had an eye for someone but Harvey was different. They had only been working together for a month and a half, she figured she would be able to keep control over all these feelings for a few more months before it hit her hard.
But here she was, staring at the only man she's ever blushed infront of.
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Post by Lt. Harvey Bullock on Apr 17, 2012 1:56:26 GMT -5
He looked over to her and drank her in. He'd been sneaking glances here and there but for the first time he boldly took the effort to appreciate her. She had him as well, her confidence in not just her work but in everything, her strength, the roughness around the edges met his own, but in different ways. They seemed perfect partners to him, and he'd been trying to brush it off as to how perfect. He set down his pizza and took a long drink draining his glass.
"So....uh, what're we gon' do 'bout it?"
It was a heavy question that could either be answered with a word or an action or no action at all, and he placed it in her hands.
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Post by Lt. Vic Valentine on Apr 17, 2012 2:10:40 GMT -5
Vic took one more deep breath and then her expression changed to slight annoyance.
"Harvey, when I am wounded, gleaming in my own sweat, sitting on your couch in YOUR apartment wearing YOUR shirt with YOUR name on it, and so close to you that you can smell whatever the hell I smell like right now, which I suppose smells like tobacco, jam, arousal, and a hint of alcohol I would think you would take a little more initiative in this situation. I am a Lone Star Lady, I don't just pounce on a man, believe it or not."
She turned her torso to him more and jabbed her finger into his shoulder. She paused for a few moments just staring at him.
"You better, by God, do something in the next three seconds or I will break your yankee nose."
She glared at him, daring him to take what he knew he wanted and do what she pleased.
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Post by Lt. Harvey Bullock on Apr 17, 2012 2:15:20 GMT -5
Harvey chuckled a bit and nodded looking into her eyes.
"Heh, alright."
The next she knew she was in his lap, and he was kissing her passionately. The pent up frustrations had to be released and they came forth as a fiery volcano exploding unleashing upon her. As his lips met hers his large hand slid down over her good leg and gave her thigh a needing squeeze as teh heat built up in the kiss.
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Post by Lt. Vic Valentine on Apr 17, 2012 2:33:55 GMT -5
Vic gritted her teeth at him pressing her finger into his shoulder as he chuckled at her. She was just a wild as a tornado sweeping across the Texas Panhandle.
"What are you laughing at you son of a-mmm"
Vic kissed him back and had her arms around his neck before she knew it. Every bit of desire, need, want, and passion Harvey expressed was matched doubly so by Vic. At least Harvey could get her to shut up.
As for the rest of the evening... well that's for them to share amongst themselves. Now all y'all go read another thread, Vic and Harv are a little busy with some, uh, police business at the moment.
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