beth’s barely graced consciousness before spencer’s lips are against her neck, a soft smile spreads across the detective’s lips. you’d think she’d have gotten used to this by now, but no, every morning that she wakes up feeling completely and unconditionally adored feels as heartwarming as the last. “six hours, spence.” she cracks open just one eye, enough to watch the werewolf against her skin, hands lazily combing through her lover’s hair.
she hums quietly, closing her eye yet again. “why didn’t you show up at work today, beth? oh, you know, my partner told me not to.” she continues the playful dialogue, her smile ever growing and her hands still tangled in spencer’s hair. “no, not that partner. the one that sleeps with me, yeah she told me not to come in. no, you don’t understand sir, it was super important, she was without me for a whole six hours.”
the detective laughs to herself, reaching for her phone with her free hand, squinting at the screen and placing it back down. “wednesdays are quiet. i’ll tell the chief i’m catching up on paperwork at home. but i might have to, you know, actually do some paperwork later. deal?”
“Six hours?” A groan, soft, lightly etched into a collarbone before lips press against for a third time in the same spot. “That’s, like, six hours too many. Try six years.” Six lifetimes would be a better accuracy, honestly. “Which is a good thing, I guess. Because I really don’t think I could’ve survived seven.”
Doting hands wander down south to a waist and grip loosely. The pads of her thumbs push into the hollows of a pelvis to rub and to caress, to silently worship as a quiet chuckle breaks during Beth’s mini monologue. “I love you.” It’s the other’s teeny tiny antics and quirks that will always steel the werewolf’s still beating heart right from the cavity of her chest.
“I can agree to that. Under another condition.” Grin breaks, crooked and wicked as a head lifts and emerald hues bore down onto hazel ones. She loves you, Beth. Did you know that? She loves you. She voiced it only seconds ago but she also loves you in this very moment while a hand raised to palm a cheek and the edge of a thumb languidly swipes across the highest point of cheekbones. “No clothes. And we stay in bed.” Compromise? Compromise.