"You're spoiling, Mr. el-Sayed. Have I told you lately I adore you?"
"Only every time you consent to go out with me again," he replies."
She really didn't deserve him, but she wasn't about to give him up. "We're about to get mushy, you know. In public."
"What will Internal Affairs say?" he asks, leaning forward.
She leaned forward to whisper, "Whatever it is, I'll get Alice to hack their reports and make it all sound good."
"As long as we avoid talking in baby-talk, I think we'll manage without serious repercussions," he replies, whispering back.
Sammy laughed and reached out to touch him. "The Great Serious Repercussions Caper. Coming to a theater near you."
He takes her hand. "Starring Kiera Knightly as Sammy, that guy from Harold and Kumar as Qamar, and David Hasselhoff as Nick Fury."
"He's kind of dopey, but there is something about the eyes..." She squeezed his hand. "How did you know that my mother was a Hoff fangirl from way back?"
"Let me guess. She has all his albums?"
He squeezes her hand back, and reaches out to brush her hair back with his other hand.
"She does! And the unauthorized biographical Nick Fury movie that came out when I was ten. We had girls' night popcorn and movies to watch it when Dad was on the helicarrier."
His eyebrows raise at that. "You're kidding. I've heard that thing's worse than the Damage Control movie."
"It's horrible, and we laughed every time we saw it. But she liked Hoff in an eyepatch. It drove Dad crazy that she let me watch it."
"Well, if Hoff still breathes after that movie, I shouldn't be too worried about your dad, now should I?" he suggests.
"Oh definitely. Hoff didn't even go with the gray at the temples to make it realistic. It was probably what saved his life. You have nothing to worry about. Dad always says he wants me to be happy with the person I'm with, and I'm happy."
"I'll do my best to keep you happy," he replies with a smile.
"I should worry that I'm keeping you happy, what with all the ceiling staring..." She whistled soundlessly and gave him her best innocent look.
With her lips pursed in the soundless whistle, he leans forward quickly to give her a quick, playful kiss.
"I'm happy," he replies quickly.
"That talk we're going to have? Let's have it during our walk through the park. I'd like to get it all straight so I can fall asleep with you tonight."
He blinks. "You keep surprising me. You know that, right?" He grins. "But in a good way."
"As long as it's in a good way. Tonight, I'm completely in your hands. You lead, I'll follow."
He leans over and kisses her again.
"Alright," he replies. "Now the first thing is to put you back in a towel..." He grins.
"Same towel? Hand towel?" She never thought of herself as a flirt, but tonight she was shameless and not caring. A girl should flirt with her boyfriend. "Wash cloth?"
He considers, though a blush is definitely reaching his cheeks. "Let's start with the wash cloth and go from there."
"Whatever you want," she said as demurely as she could, helped by the blush on her cheeks. "It's all up to you. At 2am." |