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After their relatively chaste date and then that incredible kiss in their break room at work, Claire was ready to do just about anything to put their sexual tension to rest, even if it meant drastic measures.
In terms of drastic measures, she had planned something that was both easy and complicated for Friday night. She'd told him eight o'clock and gotten home a little after seven herself. She'd ordered Chinese and then jumped in the shower, her hair pinned up so that it would stay dry.
When she got out, she'd dressed in a pair of lacy black panties and a bra to match, then put on a grey and pink silk kimono over it. When the food was delivered, she ignored the delivery man's dropped jaw, signed for the food, and then placed a 'come in' sticky note on the door.
While she waited for him, she set about transferring the food from the paper cartons to actual dishes and then placing the dishes on her dining room table, the entire time keeping an ear out for the door and an eye on the clock.
He felt like a dumb kid loping up to her door. His palms were sweating so his pants were a little rumpled by the time he got to her door from all the wiping.
The note he found didn't help.
Two little words written on a sticky note said so much. Come in. Given the nature of the evening it made him chuckle with it's double entendre. "Don't mind if I do." Mike muttered to himself as he took the note off the door and let himself into her apartment.
"Hello?"
"In the kitchen," she called back. Then she realized that it sounded a little too domestic for her tastes, so she lifted the glasses of wine she'd poured and made her big entrance.
The candles on the kitchen table were her backlight as she turned the corner and gave him a smile. "I'm really glad you didn't chicken out, Sinclair. Otherwise, I'd be forced to spend the night drinking by myself."
She crossed the room barefoot and placed the second wineglass in his hand with a smile that bordered on flirty.
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The morning after their date, Claire was up before her alarm and in the shower before the sun was up. Hair dried and in a bun, she got dressed a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt and black boots. She clipped her badge and gun to her belt and drove the distance to the coffee shop for her morning wake-up call.
She didn't really need it. She'd spent the night tossing and turning.
What had she been thinking? Inviting him in after dinner? Offering him a drink? Where had she been thinking that was going to go? Obviously, nowhere good. The polite kiss to her cheek had been the right response, obviously, and she'd stood there as he'd walked back to his car. The perfect gentleman.
She'd gone to bed frustrated. Yes, that frustrated. Why? She had no idea. She didn't even LIKE him that way, right?
Now, she was embarrassed, in more ways than one. To make up for it (or to cover it up), she bought his coffee, too, and set it on his desk before she sat down at her own.
"Morning." There. Simple and easy. No change in their working relationship. It'd just been dinner, no matter how good he smelled this morning. Did he always smell like that?
She didn't really need it. She'd spent the night tossing and turning.
What had she been thinking? Inviting him in after dinner? Offering him a drink? Where had she been thinking that was going to go? Obviously, nowhere good. The polite kiss to her cheek had been the right response, obviously, and she'd stood there as he'd walked back to his car. The perfect gentleman.
She'd gone to bed frustrated. Yes, that frustrated. Why? She had no idea. She didn't even LIKE him that way, right?
Now, she was embarrassed, in more ways than one. To make up for it (or to cover it up), she bought his coffee, too, and set it on his desk before she sat down at her own.
"Morning." There. Simple and easy. No change in their working relationship. It'd just been dinner, no matter how good he smelled this morning. Did he always smell like that?
Getting ready for Mike was a little different than getting ready for any other date. For one thing, she saw the man every day, so it wasn't like she could do too much to impress him. He'd seen her with her hair up, down and in a ponytail. He'd seen her in jeans, in a skirt, in a suit and in sweats, even. He'd seen her with makeup, without makeup... and so, she stood in front of her closet for a good ten minutes trying to decide on what to wear.
Finally, she decided on an old staple: the little black dress, and paired it with a pair of black pumps. Her hair she left down and her makeup she left simple. It wasn't anything special, but truth be told? She was still a little touched that he'd asked her to dinner.
When the doorbell rang, she lifted her purse and headed toward the door. Opening it, she gave him a smile. "Right on time."
Finally, she decided on an old staple: the little black dress, and paired it with a pair of black pumps. Her hair she left down and her makeup she left simple. It wasn't anything special, but truth be told? She was still a little touched that he'd asked her to dinner.
When the doorbell rang, she lifted her purse and headed toward the door. Opening it, she gave him a smile. "Right on time."
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Opening her door, Claire took one look at Connor in that tie before she reached out and tugged him inside by it.
"You son of a bitch," she said as shut the door behind him and then used all her strength and body weight to press him up against it once again. "You wore that on purpose. You knew exactly what you were gonna be doin' to me, didn't ya?"
Reaching into her waistband, she lifted a pair of steel handcuffs and raised an eyebrow.
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Opening her door, Claire took one look at Connor in that tie before she reached out and tugged him inside by it.
"You son of a bitch," she said as shut the door behind him and then used all her strength and body weight to press him up against it once again. "You wore that on purpose. You knew exactly what you were gonna be doin' to me, didn't ya?"
Reaching into her waistband, she lifted a pair of steel handcuffs and raised an eyebrow.
A possible Halloween costume?
Or just something to make Connor kneel at my feet, good lil Irish boy that he is.
Or just something to make Connor kneel at my feet, good lil Irish boy that he is.
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At her doorstep, she chucked a twenty at the driver and practically pulled Conner from the backseat of the cab and onto her porch. Fumbling for her keys, it took what felt like way too long to unlock her door before she was able to yank him inside.
Dropping her coat on the table in the hall, she let her purse follow, then unclipped her service weapon and set it high in the closet. "Regulation," she murmured.
Her badge was still clipped to her waist, but she wasn't worried about it at the moment. At the moment, she was worried about Connor's hands and their relation to her body.
At her doorstep, she chucked a twenty at the driver and practically pulled Conner from the backseat of the cab and onto her porch. Fumbling for her keys, it took what felt like way too long to unlock her door before she was able to yank him inside.
Dropping her coat on the table in the hall, she let her purse follow, then unclipped her service weapon and set it high in the closet. "Regulation," she murmured.
Her badge was still clipped to her waist, but she wasn't worried about it at the moment. At the moment, she was worried about Connor's hands and their relation to her body.
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It was an old proverb, and an empty house, that keeps Claire at the station long after everyone else had gone home. She sits on the edge of her desk, her jacket thrown over her chair and her hair pinned up in a messy bun, until two o'clock in the morning almost every night before driving home and finding herself back in before seven-thirty. Staring at the white board makes her feel busy, even if she feels like she's chasing her own tail.
Something is missing. She is missing something.
The coffee in her cup is lukewarm, her blouse is wrinkled and she is bordering on frazzled. It is a hell of a case to cut her BPD teeth on.
Saints. Religious overtones. That damn size six...
Which reminds her of the boots she has sitting in a box in a bag under her desk for Morgan and she sighs. Hopping down off her desk, she props her hands on her hips and she stares at the white board again, before closing her eyes.
She's memorized it, sketched it, has it at home in a notebook. She doesn't need to be here. It's better than being at home alone. Being at home alone is better than being there with her mother.
Her mind has always wandered when she's exhausted and now is no different.
Damn Saints. "What am I missing?"
She leans down to grab the bag with the boots, then her jacket from the back of her chair, and leaves. She needs a shower and bed and four hours of sleep before doing it all over again.
Maybe in the morning she can concentrate. Maybe not.
Something is missing. She is missing something.
The coffee in her cup is lukewarm, her blouse is wrinkled and she is bordering on frazzled. It is a hell of a case to cut her BPD teeth on.
Saints. Religious overtones. That damn size six...
Which reminds her of the boots she has sitting in a box in a bag under her desk for Morgan and she sighs. Hopping down off her desk, she props her hands on her hips and she stares at the white board again, before closing her eyes.
She's memorized it, sketched it, has it at home in a notebook. She doesn't need to be here. It's better than being at home alone. Being at home alone is better than being there with her mother.
Her mind has always wandered when she's exhausted and now is no different.
Damn Saints. "What am I missing?"
She leans down to grab the bag with the boots, then her jacket from the back of her chair, and leaves. She needs a shower and bed and four hours of sleep before doing it all over again.
Maybe in the morning she can concentrate. Maybe not.
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Your result for The LONG Scientific Personality Test...
ISTJ - The Inspector
You scored 45% I to E, 74% N to S, 81% F to T, and 5% J to P!
( How appropriate )
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