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lorraine_weller used with permission of her mun who made a request made a request for Flack/Lorraine. I didn’t watch that much of BL when Lorraine was on, so any bad characterization is totally on me.]
“Sit with a pretty girl for an hour and it feels like a minute. Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute and it feels like an hour. That's relativity.”
If any of the other guys knew about this, he’d never be able to live it down.
A detective sleeping with a defense attorney wasn’t exactly common practice. In fact, he wasn’t even sure what had entranced him about the woman to begin with, but she was—interesting. She was cool, calm and collected in a way that most women weren’t. She was almost aloof, and he’d never thought he’d be the guy to go for the aloof woman, but here he was, practically eating out of her hand. That was something new for him, but with where he was standing at the moment, he wasn’t exactly complaining.
His back hit the wall of her apartment sometime after the bar, and it took him a moment to register how he got there. There was a cab ride, but that seemed to have passed by in a flash between her asking him back to her place and him landing where he was. That didn’t slow him down any, however, leaning into the kiss gently as he helped her get his arms out of his jacket. It fell to the floor and his arms went around her waist again, pulling her in closer. He wanted to drink her in, try to draw out of her the things she wouldn’t tell him, but he knew that this wasn’t going to get her to spontaneously spill her secrets. It was going to take a bit more than that, but that didn’t mean he was going to stop trying any.
It wasn’t long before they finished the trip down the hallway to her bedroom, a trail of both their clothing following behind them as they went. It was only one night—at least that was what he was telling himself now, and in the morning, it would probably be in their best interest to try and pretend that this never had happened. Homicide detective and defense attorney, after all. But for the time being, they weren’t a homicide detective and a defense attorney. For now, they were just two people who were enjoying a moment together. A moment that was going far too quickly and blurring a bit too rapidly for his taste, but a moment nonetheless. For a lot of good reasons, he knew that he needed to take that moment while he had it.
Letting it just slip through his fingers was clearly not an option.
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lorraine_weller used with permission of her mun who made a request made a request for Flack/Lorraine. I didn’t watch that much of BL when Lorraine was on, so any bad characterization is totally on me.]“Sit with a pretty girl for an hour and it feels like a minute. Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute and it feels like an hour. That's relativity.”
If any of the other guys knew about this, he’d never be able to live it down.
A detective sleeping with a defense attorney wasn’t exactly common practice. In fact, he wasn’t even sure what had entranced him about the woman to begin with, but she was—interesting. She was cool, calm and collected in a way that most women weren’t. She was almost aloof, and he’d never thought he’d be the guy to go for the aloof woman, but here he was, practically eating out of her hand. That was something new for him, but with where he was standing at the moment, he wasn’t exactly complaining.
His back hit the wall of her apartment sometime after the bar, and it took him a moment to register how he got there. There was a cab ride, but that seemed to have passed by in a flash between her asking him back to her place and him landing where he was. That didn’t slow him down any, however, leaning into the kiss gently as he helped her get his arms out of his jacket. It fell to the floor and his arms went around her waist again, pulling her in closer. He wanted to drink her in, try to draw out of her the things she wouldn’t tell him, but he knew that this wasn’t going to get her to spontaneously spill her secrets. It was going to take a bit more than that, but that didn’t mean he was going to stop trying any.
It wasn’t long before they finished the trip down the hallway to her bedroom, a trail of both their clothing following behind them as they went. It was only one night—at least that was what he was telling himself now, and in the morning, it would probably be in their best interest to try and pretend that this never had happened. Homicide detective and defense attorney, after all. But for the time being, they weren’t a homicide detective and a defense attorney. For now, they were just two people who were enjoying a moment together. A moment that was going far too quickly and blurring a bit too rapidly for his taste, but a moment nonetheless. For a lot of good reasons, he knew that he needed to take that moment while he had it.
Letting it just slip through his fingers was clearly not an option.
403 words
