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Date Posted: Wed, Jan 18 2006, 6:50pm PST
Author: Brett
Subject: I'm gonna spend my time like it's going out of style...
In reply to: Dominique 's message, "A movie script ending..." on Wed, Jan 18 2006, 6:33pm PST

He looked up, his eyes moving over the swell of her stomach possesively before he stood up, moving to grab his leather jacket and pull it on. The jacket covered up his blazer which hid the shoulder holster and the .45 Glock that it contained. He leaned over to shut down the computer before he finally made his way over to her, his hand slipping under her tank top so that he was possesively cupping her hip, his thumb brushing over the still prominant bone there. His head tipped as he leaned down to press a warm kiss to her lips, lingering there for a long moment before he pulled back. "You should be wearing a coat, it's cold outside." He stated absently, his hand going to the small of her back as he led her out of the office, locking the door behind him before he finally offered a smile, cocking his head to the side. "Hungry?" He tended to fuss over how much she ate, she was so damn picky and the doctor said she wasn't quite at the weight she should be at for how far along she was and of course that set him into a slight protector mode. Hence the reason he was insisting she meet him for lunch...so he could make sure she ate properly. He wrapped his arm around her waist before he paused, this time taking off the leather jacket and holding it open for her to slip into even though it would swim on her - it kinda made him feel good in some way, to see her in his clothes. A smile played on his lips as hse looked down at her for a second, intent to just enjoy their lunch hour and not think about the way he felt like they had been being watched the past few days or Luca's letter...

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She leaned into him at his touch, and slowly, deliberately, wrapped both arms tightly around his neck to return his kiss sweetly, the tip of her tongue touching her top lip as they broke. "It's not that bad out, and I've got a sweater..." She protested, but just meekly, and allowed him to guide her out. Really, she wasn't chilly and didn't think that she needed his jacket, but she knew better than to refuse it and so pulled it on, then slipped an arm around his waist for the walk out. "Starving." She admitted, because it was the truth - she didn't typically eat very much, and was still tiny despite the growing baby inside of her, but her appetite had definitely been increasing over the past week or two. Before they left, she waved coyly to a new guy who had yet to pick his jaw up off the floor since she entered, and then laughed the moment they were out of sight. "New kid? I think he likes you." (NT) -- Dom, Wed, Jan 18 2006, 7:01pm PST