#bashsmash

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Tis the season... for matching PJ's. I just love this time of year and now that the kids are growing, they still appease their momma by wearing matching PJ's. #targetstyle #bashsmash #laylamariah #adryanakarina #familypjs

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ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽 

"My entire heart."

Detective Dimples

"and two thirds of mine."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"Yeah, the dog isn't in the picture..."

Detective Dimples

"Exactly..." rolls his eyes.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

Grabs his hand, tugging him towards her. "Oh, did you mean meee?"

Detective Dimples

"Clearly." narrows his eyes at hers at such a question as his free arm took inventory of her midsection.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

Drawing in close to him, her chin found his upper arm as she looked up to him with a smirk all her own. "Half me, half the dog?" she suggested, teasing.

Detective Dimples

"All you, baby." he insisted, not even letting her try to get away with this one as his eyes found hers.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"Happy Anniversary, C.J.," she stated seemingly out of no where, not allowing him to think she'd forgotten, even if she normally would have set them up with something more private than this, yet a night with the boys at Lavo seemed to be fitting enough as she really just couldn't bear the idea of leaving the boys out on Christmas Eve.

Detective Dimples

"Merry Christmas, Erin." he'd second as this was one anniversary that he definitely wanted all of them there for and so he would get as this was the point of it all. At the end of the day.  What they worked so hard to come home for.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"Merry Christmas," she returned, flashing that trademark smile in his direction as she curved into the man's chest, embracing him tightly. "I have a closet full of gifts, gift wrap, boxes, tape, and a bottle of wine at home waiting on us..." she reminded him as it was their own tradition set forth two years before. "Get the boys to bed and see how much we get done before I unwrap you?" she teased, flirting with him poorly, yet knowing he'd expect nothing more from the woman in this department as he was the one with all the game and she was just the one lucky enough to have his affections.

Detective Dimples

"You had me at tape..." kissing the tip of her nose that had once worn tape not so long ago. He'd be crazy to turn her down. Not to mention he was happy to have two hands on the job.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"Might have a different kind of something for that..." she suggested, her hand finding his ass to steal a quick grasp there before she was cutting her eyes back up to his.

Detective Dimples

Laughing softly as he felt her grip, hands finding the sides of her face as he leaned in and snagged his lips to hers. "Have I told you today that I love you?" sarcasm noted as he had probably told her about a dozen times by now.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

A hum stole her lips as she met his eyes with a slow nod of her head. "Maybe, but doesn't mean I don't like hearing it," she reminded him, lifting to her toes to steal a kiss at her own willing. "Have I told you today that I love you more?" she challenged intentionally.

Detective Dimples

"I have no problem making sure you hear it." he challenged as he pressed his lips briefly back to hers. A shake of his head. "Nice try, Looch."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

Meeting his eyes, he'd find a sly smile as she'd tried to one up him on that one, yet she knew it was all his. "I said it first, so it must be true," she argued playfully.

Detective Dimples

"I felt it first." he warned her in return, nudging his nose to hers.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"Yeah? What else did you feel first?" she asked, teasing him shamelessly just barely where the boys couldn't hear her.

Detective Dimples Hearing her tease, his brows furrowed briefly. Stealing another kiss. "You suggesting something?"

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

Leaning into his ear, she nipped at the lower curve, a smirk there to follow. "I'm asking if you ever went home after a shift and felt something else?"

Detective Dimples

"No..." though the flare of dimples would suggest he was fibbing.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

A smirk stole her lips as she shook her head no, finding it all too cute that the man was attempting to lie to her. "So you never, not once, laid in your bed or stood in your shower and..."

Detective Dimples

"No." another lie as he saw her smirk. "Never."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

Hums her disapproval, shaking her head. "Real shame. I would've found that really hot," she offered, shrugging her shoulders slightly.

Detective Dimples

"Damn shame." the man would agree. "Good thing I don't do that. Not then, not now..."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

He'd earn a quick cut of her eyes as she wasn't believing that for a moment. "Oh really? When was the last time you did then...?"

Detective Dimples

"Well, they say when you are trying that it's better off to make sure you always got something something fresh in the tank..." he offered, making this a positive.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"So the last time you did was before we were trying then... but you never did before we were together, not with me on your mind anyway?" she asked, summarizing the story he was selling her.

Detective Dimples

Closing his eyes briefly as she was confusing him in his own game. "No, I'm saying that the last time we were together was /when/ we were trying so I always have something fresh for /you./"

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"Mhm... but I'm asking about before August 24, 2014. I'm asking if in those months that you and I were... partners and nothing more... if you went home and thought of me…”

Detective Dimples

"Maybe once...or twice..." he paused, turning to a whisper. "a day."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

A place that held no true expression instantly gave way to a growing smile as her eyes found his. "Yeah?" she asked, drawing in close to him once again. "And was it as good as the real thing?"

Detective Dimples

Snorting at the suggestion like she couldn't even be serious. "Waaaay better." he stated honestly. "Way better. Even at my best. Way better. Way. Better." meeting her eyes,  he assured she heard him.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

Humming softly, it didn't honestly matter to her if it was better in reality or in his dream, but the fact that he'd thought of her at all was strangely comforting to her in this moment, though at the time, they both knew she would have been disgusted by it. "Good," she stated, a slow nod of her head, that smile still firmly in place against her features.

Detective Dimples

"So much better. In all aspects. Exceeded by expectations. My dreams." he promised her as he met her smile, hand finding the side of her face. "You're perfect. No pedestal."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

Hearing the return of fears of days past, she met his eyes, no longer afraid of him holding her up too high or to any standard. Drawing a deep breath at the realization of just how far the two had come in their time together, she felt his hand there to the side of her face. Leaning into that touch, she offered a genuine smile as she met his eyes. "How'd I get so lucky?" she asked, potentially rhetorical, but a question she'd never quite have the answer to.

Detective Dimples

Knowing she once did not believe that she could maintain those standards, she was just as perfect if not more so now than ever before. He shook his head. "That's what I'm still trying to figure out for me. Get in line."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

At his return, it would take but a moment before her hand was finding the back of his neck, pulling herself up to her toes to steal his lips with her own. She'd not set out for this, but found herself falling potentially more in love with the man in that moment than she was the moment before, an endless process that never made any sense to her, yet something she'd learned long before not to fight for the forces of nature here were entirely too strong, knowing all the while this was the man she was meant to spend her life with, without a single doubt.

Detective Dimples

Humming low as he pressed back into her, wrapping his arms tightly around her as he pulled her into him. Hands at the woman's hips as he pulled her closer.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

Drawing easily into his hold just as she always would, she pressed her lips firmly to his before she was sealing that kiss in exchange for his eyes. "Feeling lucky tonight, Mister Luciano?"

Detective Dimples

Pressing his lips back to hers, he heard her question and nodded simply. "Every night I got you to share a bed with, I'm lucky."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

His words prompted a smile to her lips, only furthering the idea that it was the right time to try. "Lucky enough that you'd be interested in watching for a line on a stick and then taking me to bed to celebrate afterwards?" She asked, drawing her lower lip through her bite as she suggested they see if their efforts had paid off yet.

Detective Dimples

Hearing her, he smirked lightly a shake of his head. "Let's just skip to the celebrate part." he offered, not wanting any potential disappointment to ruin it all since that's not what this was all about anyway. "I know you're real excited to lay with your lower half at a 150 degree angle afterwards, anyway."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"You know me all too well," she offered sarcastically, unable to wait until the time they had a positive line that would mean the end of awkward positions after sex. "If we celebrate tonight, then we take the test first thing in the morning?" she offered, attempting to compromise with the man.

Detective Dimples

"I'm never going to be able to have sex again without that body pillow..." he playfully threatened, flashing her a telling smile before he heard her question. "I don't think we should live by the test. I think you'll know your body when it happens but if that is what you want to do, we can do that. I just don't want everything to revolve around those tests. You know?"

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

Hearing him speak, she'd nod her head, though she wasn't so sure that she'd just know. She drew an even breath as she met his eyes, willing to fall back and let him take the lead on the matter, knowing all the while he was just looking out for the both of them. "Then we don't do tests," she agreed, offering him a trademark half-smile as her hands eased down from the sides of his face to find his upper arms as his own still remained at the small of her back.

Detective Dimples

"Unless you miss a period. Then we'll take one." he offered in return as he felt her to his arms. "Until then, body pillows and awkward yoga."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"Deal," she offered, nodding her head, knowing if nothing else he was saving them a ton of money in tests alone. "The anticipation is killing me," she confessed, glancing down over her own body before meeting his eyes once more. "That there could be a little life in there, right now..." she whispered, showing she'd given much thought on the matter. "Do you?” she asked, wondering if he found himself thinking the very same thing.

Detective Dimples

"I know when it's time, it's time. When it's time for us to know, it'll be time." he added simply, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Everything is easy when you have that." he offered, a nudge of his nose to hers.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

Hearing his peace on the matter, she could only offer the nod of her head. Her anticipation was too high once they had decided to try, wanting nothing more than to add one of their own to the family they already had. Feeling the tension in his embrace, she met his eyes, a sigh of relief felt there in his calm as she attempted to take on such, though he'd know it to be nearly impossible for her to do so.

Detective Dimples

Watching that mere look in her eyes, he'd say nothing as he felt like he knew at that point. Attempting a bit of comedic relief. "Hey, it's not so bad for me at least. Means I get my wife whenever I can have her."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"You got to have your wife whenever you wanted her anyway," she reminded him as some things never had changed, nor would they ever, as the two had carved out time for one another from the very beginning of their relationship. "Yet you keep talking..." she suggested as though he could have had her twice in this time frame as a seductive smirk stole her features.

Detective Dimples

"Me? Talk? Never..." full of sarcasm as he never shut up, he'd manage a smirk of his own before stealing a kiss. Resolving himself to shut up.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

Feeling the theft of that kiss, she smiled against his lips before he fell silent. She had never minded his talking and had only meant to flirt with him and the idea of premature 'celebrating' as he had previously suggested. "Would you care to take your wife to bed?" she asked directly, her eyes lifting as she toyed with the idea of stealing another kiss, yet withheld for his answer.

Detective Dimples

"I think I'd like that." he stated, a lie. He'd very much like that as he met her eyes. Flashing a quick smile as if he'd ever say 'no' to such an offer.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"You check on the boys and I'll see about that tape alternative..." she suggested, drawing back from his hold to allow her hand to land heavy against his ass as she made her way past him.

Detective Dimples

Feeling her to his ass, he'd allow it. Only knowing he'd be hitting hers next as he took up that initiative. Drawing from her to check as they both went their own ways.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

The weight of his hand was forever embedded against her ass and always paired with a quiet yelp he would surely expect. Sending her off as they both made their own preparations, her own revolving around a pair of handcuffs she'd bought him long ago and a tiny black number that he'd surely say she'd hadn't needed to wear for him in the first place. When he'd return, he'd find his wife in the center of their bed, the handcuffs dangling from one hand as her eyes were there at that door, giving him the option of being taken or the one doing the taking, yet promising that someone would be restrained tonight.

Detective Dimples

Returning a few minutes later. His eyes to the ground as he remembered to lock that door. Knowing a moment later he'd be distracted. Not disappointed, he'd glance up to look towards her on the bed. A slow breath leaving him as he was never disappointed. "Well, well." he'd begin as he approached, pressing his knees into the edge of the bed as he closed into her. "If I didn't know better, I'd think someone was waiting for me."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

The instant that their eyes met, there was a smirk to her lips at his clear approval of that which she'd call his Christmas gift, even if he could truly have her at any time. She offered a slight nod as he made his way there onto the bed, spinning the cuffs around a single finger. "I most definitely was," she confirmed, making no secret of the fact before her free hand was reaching out to grip the fabric of his shirt at his chest, clenching the fabric tightly to pull him the rest of the way so that her lips might meet his own.

Detective Dimples

"I like when you wait for me." the man confessed, as this was what he got as he eyed her with those cuffs. Feeling her at his shirt as he leaned in and pressed his lips firmly to hers. Reaching up to help shed that shirt from his structure.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

As he attempted to take the shirt, she had a firm grip on it there at his chest, using it for force to keep her lips fused tightly to his own. Relinquishing the cuffs on the bed there beside her, her free hand found the waist of his pants, giving up his shirt if only to keep him close by the hold on his jeans. Drawing back from the kiss breathlessly, she met his eyes while he drew at his shirt, heavy breaths threatening the confines of that which she wore as she spilled over the top with each breath. Dragging her lower lip through her teeth, her eyes never left him as she maintained that grip.

Detective Dimples

Allowing her to stay at his belt loops as his shirt was removed. Feeling her draw back from his lips as he met her eyes. Hardly waiting a moment from his shirt being removed before his hands were to the sides of her neck. Pressing his lips firmly back to hers as he was growing equally as breathless for her as it was all too easy.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

As soon as his shirt was gone, she felt both of his hands there to her neck, pulling her into a kiss he wouldn't have to work for. Her lips fused tightly to his once again as her hands found his bare sides, gripping against the man as though he might try to move from her.

-December 24, 2016

[munchkinxcop-blog]

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"There is never a dull moment..."

luckч sαntαngєlσ.

Weirdos .....

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"I know... we really are. That C.J. guy? The weirdest." Smirks.

luckч sαntαngєlσ.

That's a great picture. You have yourself a great little family, L. You should be happy.

Detective Dimples

"LOOOOOOOOCH."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"Aaaaand this is where he got it from..." Shakes head, not liking it one bit. "Really need to work on, oh, I don't know, Erin? Mom? Luciano? I'll even take terrorist at this point…”

Detective Dimples

"Looooch." He insisted.

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"Then you best be prepared for a lifetime of family photos where my face looks...ridiculous."

-November 19, 2016

[munchkinxcop-blog]

Detective Dimples

"'Bout to tell Bash Smash that his mother and I ate all his candy though it's really just ontop of the fridge..." cracks knuckles. "Let the games begin."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"Don't you dare..." Warns him, a cut of her eyes. "You will make that boy cry..."

Detective Dimples

"You helped eat all the candy..."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"I have had none of that candy, Luciano." Crosses her arms.

Detective Dimples

"Loooooooooch is lyiiiiiing."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"I haven't had any candy! And if I wanted some, he'd just give me some!"

Detective Dimples

"More lies."

ℒ𝑜𝑜𝒸𝒽

"I am /not/ lying."

-November 3, 2016

[munchkinxcop-blog]

✘Linds

"I don't want to wait any more. I don't want the perfect date, the perfect weekend, the perfect time. I want to do this now. I want to put the boys in the car and do this. I don't want to wake up tomorrow as Erin Lindsay."

Detective Dimples

"Let's do it then."

✘Linds

"Yeah?!" Excitement floods her face as she nods her head, arms finding their way around his neck as she draws in tight to him.

Detective Dimples

Nods at her question, feeling her slipping around his neck as his hands found her hips. "Absolutely."

Erin

Feeling him draw her into that embrace, the woman had never been so sure or upfront about anything she wanted throughout the course of the relationship.  Burying her face in the curve of his neck for a long moment before she drew back, her eyes meeting his, a full smile where her traditional half-smile resided.  “I’m gonna marry your ass,” she stated with confidence, stealing his lips a moment after.  The pressing case could wait in the capable hands of their unit at work.  Everything else could be put on hold for the family of four to be given the chance to become that officially.  Already seeming to know he would say yes, things were already in place to do so thanks to her ever capable and trusted secret travel agent who owed them for his life, thus he spoiled the family rotten at a simple phone call.  “You get the boys and I’ll confirm flights?” she asked, telling him she had already been well up to something there with or without his approval, though it could have been cancelled at any point in time.  Convincing eyes found his as she stole yet another kiss to the man’s lips, her excitement radiating off of her with no attempt at controlling it now or ever.  It had taken her long enough to be completely ready for this moment.  When it hit her, it hit her like a ton of bricks, as living her life as Erin Lindsay was no longer for her.  She wanted nothing more than to hear his name after her own in a manner that was more than just a hypothetical.

C.J.

“Mhm.” he stated, her lips to his stealing his access to do much else as he pressed back to her. Agreeing. Yet, when it came time to separate, he was lacking the willpower. A series of firm pecks to her lips, smiling softly after the fifth or sixth one landed showing that he was struggling. “Gonna’ have to push me off.” the man managed, too overwhelmed with love for the woman and this spur of the moment go at it to do what he had to do next. Much less to allow her what she needed to do.

Erin

“Careful,” she whispered, a warning to the man.  If he wasn’t to let her go, then they wouldn’t be getting out of Chicago that day.  It didn’t take much to get her mind off in another direction, of this she knew he knew all too well.  She’d be wrapped around him in two seconds flat and then no one would be going anywhere.  As the last kiss landed at her lips, his words telling her she’d have to remove him, she bit at her own lower lip, not quite sure she could ever do such a thing.  “C.J…” she whined, tilting her head to the side with a playful pout developing at her lip.  “I can’t steal your last name if we never leave the bedroom,” she reminded him, as would be a test they would have to face down.  His last name, or complete intimacy at the idea of his last name.  She couldn’t do it.  Both were too good.  She wanted both at the same time.  Lowering her face, her forehead at his chest as she deprived him of her kiss, though the punishment was potentially harder on her than it would be for him.

C.J.

Hearing her whine, he was ready to whine back at her as he simply couldn’t help himself. Hearing her rebuttal, he knew it to be true yet he just needed to kiss her in that moment. Unable to get his last without promising himself another. Feeling her lowering her head, he smirked softly. Effective means of denying him as he simply pressed his lips to the top of her head. “I love you.” leaving her with that, he slipped back where his hands pulled from hers and made his way up the steps with each slow and assured step.

Erin

As he withdrew from her, the warmth against her was gone, leaving her to lift her head in his absence.  “I love you too!” she called towards the staircase.  Remaining there for a long moment longer than she should have, simply enjoying the feeling as it swarmed all around her.  A strong bite there to her lower lip before she was moving all at once to confirm that they would need the seats on the flight leaving Chicago as well as the promised accommodations as well for the next four days.  They could cut it short and return home sooner should he want to, but she’d give it that long at least to get them through the weekend.  A text was sent to Voight, letting him know they were taking his advice and getting out of town for a few days, though she’d make no mention of what they’d be doing out of town.  Another to Antonio stating the same thing.  Grabbing her suitcase from the top of the closet, thanks to a stepstool she hid in the corner, she laid it out on the bed packing as quickly as possible so she could help C.J. to pack himself and the boys as well.  No dress.  No shoes.  No veil.  No huge ass bill either.  She was more than happy with all of it, as all of that hadn’t mattered to her anyways.  The boys may have a little something else to say about it, but for now it was what it was.

C.J.

Getting upstairs where he was dragging their luggage out of the closet. Something that was new with the introduction of Erin in their lives as they weren’t ones to typically travel yet they already knew what that meant. Using an incentive method to get them to help him with the task as he knew to tell them now would mean it would never get going from sheer exhaustion. Doing the typical mental checklists. Shirts, jeans, underwear, socks. Spares. iPad, naturally. Any question about toys being left with whatever can fit in the bag as he managed to get their clothes together in about 20 minutes time.

Erin

In the time it took him to pack both boys, she was just finishing with her own.  She hadn’t been one for a lot of clothes or even traditionally ‘girly’ items, but still her suitcase was pushing at the seams.  Sitting up on top of it with her legs crossed over one another, tugging the zipper from the back around to just beneath her feet, attempting to do the same on the other side, determined to bring just the one bag.  Hearing the boys bustling with their own anticipation, the conversation she’d hear down the hallway would tell her they didn’t actually know where they were going.  A year and a half before, she’d sent the Luciano boys to a baseball training camp.  Then the trip to New York just six months before.  Now this.  This would definitely take the cake if the boys knew what was up, but it seemed that it was just another run of the mill getaway courtesy C.J. and Erin, the newly-found adventurers, though independently it had never been her thing.  She liked her bed.  She liked her apartment.  She liked her normalcy.  But ever since joining this family in spirit, the woman wanted to go.  She wanted to see and explore and experience with C.J. and the boys.  It was better than anything she’d ever expected it to be.  And now, as she was struggling with the zipper, starting to bounce up and down slightly against the hood of the suitcase, willing the thing to close, she couldn’t be more thrilled that he hadn’t told the boys.

C.J.

Getting everything pulled together, it was then and only then that he told them the news. Leaving them with that bounce off the wall excitement, taking both bags downstairs next to the steps and knowing surely a slew of excitement would follow them but managing a few minutes on his own in the meantime in hopes of getting his own things together. Walking to the bedroom, the door opening just in time to watch her bouncing on the suitcase. Having to try not to laugh but failing miserably as it all crept up on him at once. Having to stop in the doorway as his hands found his knees. Laughing too hard to even manage to stand up straight. “Sorry to interrupt, you want me to leave you and the suitcase alone for a few minutes ’til it finishes?” he managed just barely before he was covering his mouth with his hand.

Erin

The man’s laughter gave him away, giving her a moment there to roll her eyes as he enjoyed this entirely too much.  “Yeah, I’m about to marry your ass.  Had to get one last ride in before I’m stuck with the same one for the rest of my life,” she teased, intentionally giving a good bounce against the suitcase as she let that last word out teasing him just as hard as he had teased her.  “How about you get that ass over here and help me instead of standing there laughing at me.  There are things in here for you too, ya know?!”  she offered, giving only a little hint as to what else his fianc? might have schemed up in her journey towards marriage readiness.  With the sound of the boys escalating through the background, it would force a smile across her face.  Remembering a time not too long before where she was terrified of them, and yet now where were they all?  “Please help me?” she offered to C.J. again, finding that pout that seemed to put things into motion quickly, even if him helping meant he’d be in the magnetic pull of Erin and their bed.

C.J.

Still laughing as she gave up her own reasoning and laughing a bit harder, leaned over entirely as he finally straightened at the mention of what was in it for him. Holding his stomach as his free hand was wiping fallen tears as he approached her. He nodded at her offering at help. a gentle point to her. “We are revisiting that previous conversation…” he added, needing to know what all was in there as he approached. Allowing her to sit on it as he grabbed the zipper and gave it a sharp tug to line it onto its tracks. Still trying not to laugh again but failing as the visual returned to him.

Erin

Bearing all of her weight down on the top of the suitcase as his hand worked at the zipper, she met his desire to know what was in the suitcase with an innocent shrug.  “Can’t find out until you change my last name,” she reminded him with a smirk, up to something almost always as he well knew by now.  Never quite staying mainstream with her ploys as there was truly no telling what might be within that suitcase.  Once the case was closed, she gave it one more good bounce for good measure before she was finding her knees, hands to either side of his face, clearly drawn in by the magnet more than he was as she inspected the dampness at the corners of his eyes.  “You were laugh crying?  Really?  You laugh cried at my struggles.”  She teased him, shaking her head as her lips fell against his.  “That’s it.  No sex until marriage,” she threatened, a telling smirk at her lips as it wouldn’t be long now.

C.J.

“I can’t help it.” he confessed, still wiping at the corner of his eyes as it had snuck up on him as he felt her to the sides of his face. Pressing his lips briefly to hers before he heard her threat. “Yeah, yeah.” not taking the bait on that one as they both knew better, sneaking in another kiss of her lips and to her nose and forehead before a brief “ew” erupted from the door in back of him where someone had snuck a peak within causing him to glance back and shake his head before he was looking back at her. “That’s how you know you are old right there.”

Erin

“Nope,” she was repeating with every kiss he bestowed against her.  She’d be giving him none.  Zip.  Notta.  Not a halfway even, until she had his last name and he had to call her his wife to people.  Only agreeing to this as she knew flight times, hotel times, and a little something else that had been set up on the other end at their hotel that would have them married before the day was out.  Hearing the ‘ew’ from the doorway, she had to laugh.  Shaking her head as the figure took off running, her hands finding his ass as she gripped him firmly within her hands.  “You’re not old, you’re distinguished,” she clarified for him, stealing his lips for her own one last time before she was pressing her hands to his chest, backing away.  “Now get off me.  I have a wedding to attend and my future husband would be very disappointed to find me in a threesome with you and my suitcase.”  She teased, standing up on the bed to make a quick getaway off the other side that would come mighty close to looking just like it had in the cabin they had been to previously where tickle wars had ensued and elicited the same type of flight technique she was using now.  

C.J.

“Now I’m /really/ old.” He clarified, as being called ‘distinguished’ proved just that. Pressing his lips back to hers before she pushed him off, hearing her statement which caused another laugh before she was jumping onto the other side of the bed. “Guardin’ your virtue, I see.” he remarked as he glanced down towards the bag. Perking a brow out of curiosity. “So I guess I can’t sneak anything of mine in there, huh?” he asked, drawing into the closet to find his own.

Erin

A loud laugh erupted from her lips at the idea of getting anything else in there.  “You talking about my bag or…?” she teased, her mind clearly in the gutter after his prompting with her suitcase activities minutes before.  Making her way around the bed to where he was there in the closet, hands finding his hips as her face pressed into his back.  “I’ll have room for my /husband/ somewhere later on tonight,” she offered, biting at her lower lip even if he couldn’t see it.  One hand slipping around in front of him, knowing she needed to get the hell away from him if they were to leave on time.  “Maybe this?” she asked, her tone clearly flirting with him as she gripped him through his jeans.

C.J.

Glancing over his shoulder at her question, he heard her response as she was felt behind him. Smirking before he felt her grip to the front of him. A slow breath. “All that.” he promised honestly, dragging the suitcase from the closet knowing she was on thin ice as they always were. “Better be careful before you wind up with a situation on your hands.” specifying that it would be on /her/ as the two were always drawing into one another like a moth to the flame.

Erin

A low hum found her lips as he assured her she’d be getting all of it, only forcing that bite at her lip deeper against her lower tier.  Releasing him entirely, her back found the door frame of the closet where she’d take a moment to collect herself from that which /he/ had done to her.  Turning her head to the side to watch him with his suitcase, seduction lacing her hazel eyes in ways she could not even begin to control.  Slow, deep breaths to keep herself on track here as she closed her eyes.  Reminding herself of that which waited for them, though a part of her said a ten-minute quickie wouldn’t delay them much.  Rationalizing it in her mind, keeping her eyes closed there as she would need at least a full minute to work herself up to removing herself from his close proximity and probably the bedroom in general.

C.J.

Drawing out the suitcase which seemed all together too much for him given the fact that he didn’t need much. He’d get over it as he walked to his dresser. Drawing out the essentials first before a few pairs of jeans, shirts, a pair of gym shorts and a pair of slacks. Knowing a dress shirt out of the closet would be next which would prove interesting as she was standing directly beside it. Straightening, he slid in directly infront of her as he opened it. Reaching in where he pulled out one of the clothes hangers. “Color preference?”

Erin

As he gathered his things, it was just long enough for her to bring herself down from the sexually provoking high she had found herself on.  Just as she was about to move from the doorway, he brushed up against her on his way to conveniently find a shirt just after she’d gotten herself calmed down again.  Hearing his question, she shook her head no.  She wasn’t that person, nor was she ever gonna be that person.  It didn’t matter to her if they all wore paper sacks as long as the two of them came out of it married, husband and wife, and she became the legal step-parent to those boys instead of just dad’s girlfriend, she was fine by it.  “Anything you want,” she offered, so tempted to slip in behind him again, yet showing great self control as she headed out of the closet area, taking a seat on the bed should he need her expert suit case closing skills.

C.J.

“I don’t know what I want.” he stated, not asking her to make them match. Just genuinely seeing what color she thought looked better on him as he glanced down towards her. Only able to wonder what was going on in that head of hers. Glancing back towards her as she took a seat and he drew out the white one. “White? Black? Am I a storm trooper here or Darth Vader?” he asked, questions he needed to know otherwise they’d be put in the boys hands.

Erin

“Hmm, Darth Vader or a Storm Trooper…” she weighed the options, having to see which she could find herself marrying, attracted to, fucking, biting, licking, FUCK.  Her head was going there /again/ and it was almost uncontrollable now, ruining any starwars talk that might arise between the boys on the flight.  Giving away nothing that was in her head, she simply stated “black.” Rising from the bed, leaving it at just that, unable to be in the same room with him now as she went to go seek out the boys to cleanse her filthy mind.  The two were running amuck with no supervision, until Erin entered.  Quickly Bash was there before her, asking if she had gone dress shopping without them.  It was then that she’d realize that maybe it did matter what they were wearing.  “I didn’t.  Actually, your dad’s going as Darth Vader…” she offered, hoping that might kill the need for a dress in his mind.

C.J.

“See, that wasn’t so /hard./“ deliberately letting that word roll off his tongue just as she was leaving. Pulling out the dark dress shirt without hesitation and packing it. Knowing she was left nearly running out of there and quite proud of himself for it as he grabbed a few toiletries and finished his bag. Grabbing hers where he dragged them to the front door to join the boy’s bag and get them a step further in the right direction.

Erin

Hearing his statement and emphasis on the word, her foot hit hard into the door frame on her way out of the room.  If she could cause herself a bit of pain, she wouldn’t think of that yearning within.  Bash seemed to understand the lack of the dress shopping, shockingly enough, while J.J. seemed to side-eye her at the fact she’d found a way out of a dress entirely.  As C.J. appeared with their bags to the door, a wide grin spanned her face.  “And just like that, we are ready to go,” she prompted, to which it became a game of who could get to the door first, yet both knew better than to unlock it.  Joining C.J. at the door, Erin’s hand found his for a moment before they’d head out.  “Leaving here your fiancé?, returning your wife.  You sure you’re ready for this?” she asked, as if it had been him speaking of 2029’s for the last almost two years.

C.J.

Feeling her find him at the door, he heard her question about whether he was ready for it. Having to laugh softly. “Don’t have to worry ‘bout me being ready for it. I’ve been ready. I came home from the first day we met and went ‘I’m going to marry that girl someday’, didn’t I?” he asked, eyes off to Bash who seemed to have a much more acute memory than thought possible. The boy nodded. Eyes back to hers with a smile. “Better question is if /you/ are ready.”

Erin

Just yet another reminder that he loved her first.  He knew first.  He wanted her first.  And yet she’d never want to be reminded of anything but that.  To know that he had wanted her, loved her, and declared marriage to her after what might’ve been one of the roughest shifts when she was assigned a partner, a new guy, someone she didn’t want or need… it made her feel as though it was all worked out and she hadn’t needed to do a thing.  There was no stress or pressure on it.  And as long as he could claim he loved her first, she’d return it with the same smile as there was nothing more she could do.  “Couldn’t be more ready,” she assured without the need for hypotheticals or closed doors or running.  For the first time ever, the man had tamed her enough, finding some way to show her along the way that she didn’t have to run from anything she felt with him.  It was okay to just say it.  Be it titles, or I love you’s, or I want to get married.  It didn’t matter.  All she had to do was say it.  “First one to the car gets a window seat,” she offered, sending the boys flying out the door, leaving she and C.J. to grab those bags.  

C.J.

And he had done all those things first and he loved knowing it. Telling her. Reminding her. Not to get an edge over her but just so she knew that he had loved her long before he got anything out of it and that was the true marks of his feelings for her. Even when they hurt him and made him vulnerable. They were deeper than his pride which was truly saying something. Hearing her return statement, he flashed her a telling smile before she was starting the races with the window seat offering. Watching them darting off as he unlocked the car door from their own front door and grabbing the back lock. “Good thing we didn’t get that puppy yet.” he whispered as a way of reminding her since they could simply up and go now and getting Erin had quelled their desire for the puppy.

Erin

“Mhm,” she managed, though the woman wasn’t entirely done with the puppy idea either.  As C.J. started for the door, she quickly grabbed his wrist, tugging him back towards her.  A tiny frame there before him, yet she managed just fine to bring a hand to the back of his neck.  “When we come back, we’ll be husband and wife.  So kiss your fiance? at home one last time before we go?” she offered, recalling easily a time she stood on those very steps, willing the courage up to go inside to meet those boys.  Sneaking in that very house after the boys had gone to bed.  All of the things that had evolved were not lost on her in the slightest as she remembered them, each and every one, with the exception of twerking accusations she still thought to be bullshit.  With the audience to ‘ew’ them quite preoccupied with who got in and buckled up first, she was drawing herself into the man in a place that was safe.  The boys were so close and outside.  They couldn’t dare take it into the bedroom.  Kissing him here meant it was just a kiss, but the last kiss she’d receive on that porch as Erin Lindsay.

C.J.

As she stopped him and laid out his demands, he nodded softly. This is why they worked. They were just as sappy with one another and with that came comfort. Surprised he had not thought of it first as she drew into him. Palm finding the side of her face as he traced over her jawline. Meeting her eyes for a moment as he truly saw her. The depths of his love for her, his future within those eyes. Everything he had ever wanted in a woman. Out of this life. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers. Hoping to translate just that and then some through the synopsis.

Erin

As his hand took to the side of her face, she didn’t move.  She’d instigated this, and yet she’d then hand it over to him to take.  A give and take here between them as she took her moment and gave him the same.  The romance so often flowing from him had easily rub off on her over time, proving if she was given a stable place to flourish, she would do just that.  As he leaned in, his eyes remaining opened until that last moment, her own did the same.  A deep, silent exchange between the two as they felt the full gravity there between them of that which they set out to do.  It may not sound traditional, but nothing they had done had been entirely traditional either.  With their lips finding one another’s, she pressed up to her toes, tightening the fingers to the back of his neck as she drew her torso against him.  Allowing every ounce of her emotion for the man to flow through that kiss as she made no hurry to break free from it as it would be their last in this place as who they were in that moment and should be respected as such.

C.J.

Feeling her tighten around his neck, his arms did the same around her waist. Moving from her face where he gently rubbed over her back. Feeling her press up to her toes as his head pushed downwards in attempt to alleviate her of this obvious strain. Always caring for her own comfort more than his chiropractor bill as he pressed for as long as he could until the break would inevitably come before causing a psychological breakdown in the children. Not just theirs but the others of the neighborhood.

Erin

The draw the man held over her was without comparison.  For once, she could simply kiss him without the thoughts or desire for anything more than just enjoying that moment with him for as long as it might last.  As he drew back, her hands reluctantly freed from the back of his neck, smoothing down over his chest as she smiled up towards him.  “Now I’m ready,” she whispered, voice slightly choking at the power of that kiss before she was slipping down to grab a couple bags, helping him get everything into the car so they could head for the airport.  

C.J.

Detecting that difference in her voice, he shot her a glance. Not sure he was used to seeing that out of her before he was grabbing as many of the bags as he could. Sparing her his own bag which was ironically the lightest as he grabbed the boys in one hand and hers in the other. Dramatically grunting and groaning all the way to the car as he hit the car key to open the back hatch and load it up.

Erin

“Well, if you hadn’t packed half the house for the boys…” she began as though the weight in his hands had no bearing on what she had packed, or stuffed, in her own suitcase.  A laugh there at her lips as she pulled the door closed, double checking that it had been locked before joining him there at the back of the car with his back.  “What’d you put in here?  A ton of bricks?” she whined, pretending it was far too heavy as she leaned off to the side holding the bag, copying his grumble all the while.  “Gonna be gone four days and you put your whole closet in here.”  She teased, her smile ultimately winning out there as it displayed against her face without her consent.  Bringing it up to the back of the vehicle with the others before she was grabbing a handful at his ass on her way by.

C.J.

“Yeah, that’s be. Over packing. Always overpacking.” as it was usually the opposite, he felt her against his ass. He side-eyed her. Shifting the bags further to the seats as he waited for her to lean back before he was closing the hatch. Walking to the passenger side of the car where he was opening the door for her.

Erin

As he came around the car, she met his eyes with a smile to her lips.  “Thank you,” she offered.  Though he always did this, she’d never become desensitized to it, no matter how many times or how old they got.  Proof that he was a dying breed as her hand slipped up to pass over his cheek to the tune of a young man in the back whining for them to  come on.  She let it stand as just that passing touch as she slipped into the passenger’s seat, buckling her seatbelt around her.  Things changed, a lot.  He drove most all of the time now.  She rode here.  And they were not only dating in the same unit, but about to be married in the same unit.  It was a lot, but for once she wasn’t cracking under the pressure.  Instead simply beaming with excitement over the prospect of marrying this man as quickly as possible.  

C.J.

“Mhm.” he drew, closing the door behind her as he walked around the front of the car to find the drivers side and did the same. Sliding within the seat where he was starting the car and hitting a few of the windows to spare them of their heat. “Alright, now that /someone/ is finally done with holding us up.” side eyeing his fiance, he shifted into drive where he was checking his mirrors to pull out of that parallel position.

Erin

Her own eyes cut towards him and that which he had said.  The way she saw it, he was holding them up by being so freaking hot that she couldn’t even focus to fully help him pack his own things.  “Psh,” she managed there from the passenger’s seat as he pulled out onto the street for the airport.  “You’d better be nice to me or this’ll turn out just to be a fun trip to Vegas,” she teased, giving away the location to which they were heading, but also giving him a hard time all at once.  Her hand easing over to his thigh where she was gripping at his leg through his pants.  “And you know the rule…” she offered in throwback to what she had said previously about him not getting any until she had his last name.

C.J.

“Ohhh, Vegas…” starting to make sense of this as his eyes flickered briefly over to her, feeling her at his leg as he smirked softly. A nod. “Yeah, I remember.” he stated simply, getting her loud and clear as he reached for his sunglasses in the center console which usually meant he was about to start rocking his head in tune to something on the radio to embarrass her completely at stoplights. Saying nothing as they smoothed onto hook the back of his ears.

Erin

“Mhm,” she offered, yet she hadn’t given all that much away.  A knowing smirk over her own lips as she saw the sunglasses.  A quick shake of her hand there as she brought her hand up over the radio controls, spanning her hand as widely as she could manage with her tiny hand.  “Nope.  Not happening,” she proclaimed, quickly turning to the backseat.  “Hey, what do you guys want to listen to?” She asked, to which one was quick to answer in an excitedly loud voice ‘daddy’s songs!’  Erin cut her eyes from the mini-C.J. back to the full sized one, relinquishing her hand as she knew she’d lost.  If Bash had meant C.J.’s /actual/ songs, she would have been fine, but she knew just as well as everyone else in that car what the boy meant.

C.J.

“My boys.” he stated as they sided with him as he reached back, landing double high-fives as he won radio rights while beginning their drive to the airport. Beginning to scroll through the channels. Seeming to look for something in specific. “Need a good beat.” he remarked honestly, glancing over towards Erin, hearing the slight giggles from the backseat as they knew what that meant as well.

Erin

Drawing her other hand back from his thigh, containing herself in only her own seat as she prepared to draw herself up in a ball there in the seat.  They could get their kicks off this for as long as they wanted and she’d never get used to it, ever.  “How about Pink’s ‘You and your hand’?” she seemed to suggested as a slight smirk graced her features, sliding that one in where the boys wouldn’t understand the little hidden meaning there, but C.J. surely would.  “Or even a little Celine Dion?  All by myself?  If you want to slow it down, that is.”  She added, the back of her head finding the headrest as she settled in for the short, but surely torturous ride to the airport.

C.J.

Laughing once at her suggestion. Another time. Distinct, broken up laughter as she had to know that was ridiculous. She’d ever and they both knew it. Continuing to scroll through the radio. Falling upon “Hotline Bling” randomly where he had found his song. “Perfect…” he remarked, instantly getting to the head bobbing as he found the beat and maintained it it firmly until they were hitting a red light and he was still at it. “C’mon, Erin. You should do it in harmony.”

Erin

As he took to the radio, finding a song he could drive-dance to, she was almost alright with it until it came to the blasted stoplight.  Every time.  Never could they pull up to a light without another car of people coming up beside them, getting quite the eye full as C.J. was quite committed to his role of embarrassing the woman to the fullest.  “Just once, just one time, one car ride.  That’s all I ask for…” she complained from the seat, turning her face to look out the opposite window as he encouraged her to harmonize with him.  There was no possible way.  “Dream on,” she managed, giving up the title of yet another song he could throw in with her prior suggestions.

C.J.

"Cmon." He encouraged, glancing back as the boys in the backseat were starting their headbob in opposite harmonies, one taking their fathers leaving Erin the odd man out as the light turned a little too fast for him. "Ever since I left New York City, you got a reputation for yourself now..." rapping along with altered lyrics, assuring he'd test just how much she wanted to marry him.

Erin

The truth of the matter was, she found it endearing.  She found him sexy as hell when he didn’t give a shit who was looking and what they thought, when he wasn’t a cop or a detective or a professional and he was just this man, playing around with his kids and his fiancé?.  The way the kids fed off the silliness and her resistance to it would urge her to stand her ground and continue to be as though it were a fate worse than death and it was clear he got the same enjoyment out of it.  But eventually, even that wouldn’t be enough to keep the woman from being an active participant in any and all family activities, even the head bobbing to music in the car.  All at once, she grabbed for an ink pen there in the console between them.  Bringing the capped end of the pen up to her mouth as though it were a microphone, turning in her seat so the boys could see her.  Spitting the rap in the best little white girl way, managing to keep up with every line of the song much to the shock of the boys who couldn’t believe Erin actually knew the lyrics.  One hand holding her ‘microphone’ while the other was making sharp gestures, lyrics pouring loudly from her raspy mouth without a single trip up with no regard to any other vehicles as if these Luciano’s and herself were in their own little secluded bubble without a care in the world.

C.J.

Watching Erin all at once switch sides and not only take to their game but beat them at it, C.J. could have just about crashed the car as he heard the laughter more intensely then he could have prompted from the backseat as he was pressing his mouth into his hand and only having to take in this woman of his and what exactly he was seeing. Giving into a hard laugh of his own that crept up on him and nearly drawing amused tears out of him once again as surely by the end of this he would be out of tears all together. He reached out, turning it up to give her a little more to work with.

Erin

If only they were parked.  If only they had a sunroof.  A million ‘if only’s’ rang through her mind as she belted out the lyrics in front of them all.  A woman who couldn’t sing.  A woman who knew not to try to sing.  A woman who was putting all inhibition away to get a good laugh out of the lot of them.  Drake’s lyrics pouring off of her tongue, turning in C.J.’s direction as the lyrics denoted it in her mind.  Letting her eyes speak seduction in his direction to draw a quick ‘eww’ out of J.J.’s mouth from the backseat, quickly putting his hand over his brother’s eyes, closing his own.  A serious look taking over her facial features throughout, only to increase the second her portion of the song would end when all at once she’d drop the ‘microphone’ there on the console between them before returning to her previous seated position where she appeared completely uninterested as though none of this had ever happened.

C.J.

Watching her resume her place, he had to laugh as he reached out for her hand. So in love with that woman that it wasn't even funny as he brought her hand to his lips. Still trying not to laugh. "I'm all out of tears today. Make it stop." He complained, knowing he had wiped  away a few fallen laugh tears once again and he knew he'd be do in for a few more by this point. Especially making her his officially which would hit him with the water works.

Erin

As his hand took her own, his lips there to the back of her hand, she had to give him a smile.  Guilt written all over her face as he had been brought to tears twice now in the last hour by the woman’s antics.  “I can’t make it stop,” she pointed out, her hand gripping against his tightly for a long moment before she was leaning over in his direction.  “Just remember, that one was all your fault,” she reminded him as it was.  He’d asked her to join in.  He had done that one all himself in that playful underestimation of his soon to be wife.  “You’ve seen me brush my teeth /and/ sing into an ink pen… yup, the newness is gone, and it’s time to marry me.”  She confirmed as if there were no other milestones to reach, though he’d still had yet to find her using the restroom, fairly certain she’d never allow such a thing to happen.  

C.J.

“Perfect.” he stressed, though the newness would never wear off with her. He’s always be that tiny toy he was amazed he had gotten and had kept. He’d always keep that love polished as he was just as infatuated with her as ever and grew a little more so each day. Surely it would only get worse each day. Once they were married, with each day pushed forward in that life. She was his bestfriend, his former partner, his coworker. Hd wanted for nothing more in a relationship and each day she only proved how perfect she was and he’d spend each of those days showing her how much he cared about her. If only there was a proper way for those words to leave him yet they only made sense in music. Watching the airport approach, he couldn’t help but still be amused as he lost himself briefl in his own thoughts.

Erin

As he fell silent, the boys were still at it with the radio, continuing their antics in the backseat while the airport entrance came into view.  Not being entirely straight with any of them about that which awaited them, the anticipation was about to kill her.  The little karaoke break was a much needed distraction, but now things were getting real, real fast, and the woman could barely contain herself.  Keeping secrets from C.J. was not ever something she’d be good at.  Be it gifts, trips, anything.  She truly wanted to tell him everything, always.  Her entire life had become so wrapped up in this one man, in ways she never saw herself being a part of, and yet here she was, flying off across the country with him and the boys to commit herself for all eternity to him.  A smile graced her lips as she let her fingers slip through his as they both found themselves in quiet thought regardless of the noise level in the backseat.  “I think the boys won this round of car karaoke,” she stated honestly, flashing them a quick smile over her shoulder as her hand seemed to tense in C.J.’s out of sheer excitement.

C.J.

“I think so.” he confessed as his eyes flickered to the rearview where they sat. Happy to see smiling faces in return. Genuinely enjoying themselves. Included. Happy. Comfortable and provided for. It was all he could ever ask for as a parent. Especially in these circumstances where he had needed to start a new life to assure that they’d have one at all with their father in it. “Check that out, guys…” he stated, pointing towards a plane soaring nearly over the freeway that would be landing at the approaching airport.

Erin

Watching C.J. parent would forever be one of her favorite things to observe.  He was a good dad and he wore it well.  She had once told him it was hot and to this day, she’d swear it to still be more than true.  It was hot to see a man interact with his children.  It was hot to see him be silly with them and show them things of interest.  The wonder that seemed to leak into their eyes, slowly flooding over was something she’d never forget.  Drawing a slow breath of her own as she watched the plane descending quickly to land on the tarmac, she drew her lower lip between her teeth.  A thought flashing through her mind there, yet not one she could openly state at the moment.  It would have to be saved for another time in another place.  As the car came within the airport boundaries, she slipped her hand from his, grabbing for that pen she had sang into a moment before.  Taking his hand to her own lap, the cap of the pen between her teeth, she wrote against his skin before closing his hand tight around her words there in ink.  Within his palm laid the words ‘I so love you.’  It wasn’t that she couldn’t say them out loud.  Of course she could and the boys would have gagged and made a fuss over it.  It was just that she wanted it quiet, just theirs, a secret, as this was the beginning of their relationship nearly two years prior.

C.J.

Feeling her take to his hand and the unfamiliar touch of the pen, feeling her curl his fingers around it which he did with ease as he briefly pulled his hand back. Inspecting it briefly as he navigated the maze of parking lots and car garages having luckily enough information to do this. Reaching out for her hand, he grasped her. Pressing his palm firm to hers as he locked his fingers. A bit harder then he might usually as he pulled back. Transferring the ink from his hand to hers with a satisfied smirk. “Right back at you.” he added with a quick smirk.

Erin

A quiet moment should have been hard to come by considering, yet the two of them had pulled it off, perhaps even better than she had planned.  As she felt the damp ink to the palm of her own hand, her eyes flashed up to his, showing she knew what he was doing there.  A place where a half-smile typically resided, he would receive the full version in this moment as she truly could not have felt like any luckier of a woman than to be marrying this man who loved her with a strength and passion she’d never before known.  His words brought forth a flush of her cheeks as she leaned into him, resting her face against his shoulder as their hands became perfect mirrors of one another.  Deciding it would stay throughout the rest of the day, through their vows, and into the night as something they were bringing with them that tied them to their roots of secretive love.  Days gone by, yet exchanged for much better ones.  As he found a parking spot at the correct terminal, she lifted her head, her smile still seeming to reside there against her features.  “You have to let go of my hand,” she offered, a lift of her eyes as it was quite the feat for either of them in many moments, but perhaps especially this one.

C.J.

Hearing her statement as he shifted into park, realizing as he met her eyes. Sighing softly as it would seem like a struggle as he slowly allowed his fingers to come undone around hers as he killed the engine. “Just this once.” he seemed to warn her as he flashed her a telling smile. Drawing the sunglasses free from his nose which he tucked into his shirt. Slipping from the car where he closed the door behind him, opening the back door to let out his little convicts who were all too excited to be freed. “Just did 20 minutes hard time, huh?” he asked, hands underneath of Bash’ arms to help him safely onto the ground after getting a jumped start onto his father.

Erin

As his hand reluctantly left her own, she’d offer him that smile before the two were exiting the vehicle.  As she went around to the back, he was there at the backseat to free the boys, bringing a laugh from Erin’s lips.  No other would hold so much humor as he did through such normal, mundane things such as car rides and dinner.  Yet he always kept a light feel to most everything.  Perhaps that was why she’d tense up when he lost that jovial side of things.  It wasn’t customary for her to see him so serious.  It was enough to strike fear in her, something she never thought herself one to truly feel, but she did.  While he helped the boys, she was grabbing the boys’ bags from the back of the car, leaving her own and C.J.’s for him to grab.  “The tickets are in the front of my suitcase,” she offered, giving him the information they’d need to get the bags checked and themselves checked in for the flight due to leave shortly.

C.J.

As she grabbed the bags, it was an even trade. Willing to grab hers and his own from the hatch where he closed the hatch door. He had kept his humor through most things in this life. Yet, he did like how the world perceived him when he was finally serious. People actually heard him when it all came to a screeching halt. Feeling Bash beside him gripping one side of the bag to, kind of, hold his hand and stay close to him. Hearing her mention the tickets, he nodded slowly as he reached down to unzip the front of her suitcase where he reached in. Pulling out the fresh tickets.

Erin

With all of the bags, and children, collected from the vehicle, she watched as he pulled the four tickets from the suitcase.  A smile left her lips as she glanced up towards him, knowing these were the last moments in Chicago that she’d look at him as anything other than her husband.  Though it was a marvel concept, at the same time it was the most natural feeling she could imagine.  Silently basking in this realization, she nudged J.J. with his own bag.  “I won’t make you hold a hand if you grab those tickets from your dad,” she reasoned as he made that quick grasp for the tickets to help C.J. not have so much to juggle there as the four made their way into the airport, ready to get out of town and become a family officially though in truth, they were already one in most every way that counted.

C.J.

Watching J quick to hop on it, he was grateful for it as he allowed them to walk infront of them. Falling back at Erin’s side even if they had no idea where they were going and it was a bit funny to watch them confused and being led by verbal demands as they walked towards the elevator of the parking garage. Glancing over towards her briefly before they hit those doors where he told them what button to hit, waiting til the doors opened before he was pressing his upper arm over the door to allow the three of them to enter before he’d join.

Erin

Another stolen secretive moment would have her almost consistently reminiscing over times they had initially shared.  Times like this where they’d walk a little behind others from the unit, exchanging silent glances when their hands couldn’t touch.  Though this was different, it was strangely the same to her at the same time.  Nearly two years of memories flooding back through the woman all at once, though not a one had her slowing her steps towards the elevator.  As he held the door protectively to make sure all of his precious cargo made it into the confines of the elevator, Erin waited until both boys were inside before she’d join them, pretending there was no more room for him to come inside as well.  Spacing herself and those bags out in such a manner that she took up nearly three times her actual needed space.  “Oh, well, this is a problem. Why’s this elevator so small?” she asked, much to the amusement of Bash who was quick on telling his dad he’d have to take the stairs.

Erin

It took three hours and twenty-two minutes to leave the gate in Chicago before the plane was landing at the gate in Vegas.  The boys had both fallen asleep watching a movie on the iPad.  Erin couldn’t have slept if someone had tried to pay her.  Deboarding was a feat and a half with the two groggy boys who didn’t want to wake up, but once they heard where they were, it all changed.  Then it was nothing but energy from the two dark haired mini-me’s of her soon to be husband.  Baggage was claimed and the four were finally ready.  Erin checked the time on her phone, or at least it seemed she had done nothing more than that.  Slipping the device back into her pocket before she was picking up the boys’ bags, she flashed a smile filled with mischief up to C.J.  “There’s a car outside for us,” she offered with a slight nod of her head.  Sure enough, there was a black SUV sitting out by the curb with a man in a suit standing before it with a sign that read ‘Luciano’.  As they made their way to the car, the man with the sign was opening the back doors and back lift gate to allow the four of them easy loading while he tended to their bags.

C.J.

Bash was already tugging at his leg, not so politely demanding to be picked up. A request his father heeded when he was tired but currently unable to causing a near fit from sheer grumpiness. "Alright, J...give me a few minutes." He requested, already ready to get a luggage cart and give in before he spotted the driver. Sparring him for a minute as he lost a bag and gained a kid in the process.

Erin

Watching C.J. lift Bash as the bags were taken from him, she was beginning to second guess.  Not the marriage.  Not what they were there for.  But if Bash would be able to make it through. Leaving her to wonder if perhaps it should be put on hold for the day.  Biting her lower lip as J.J. got into the SUV where Erin would follow to sit in the middle.  “Hey Bash, you want to sit back here with me?  You can lay on my lap if you’d like,” she offered, giving the front seat up for C.J. as she waited to buckle that seatbelt to see what Bash would like to do.  If he just wanted his dad, she’d easily move into the front seat and let the boys have the back, but if he’d join her, she could at least give C.J. a break there and maybe help ease the little guy back into the land of the living again.  

C.J.

“You want to go with Erin, bud?” he asked of the cranky little guy who instantly growled his protest of her first name being used. Nearly smacking himself in the process. “I’m sorry, do you wanna’ go with mommy?” he tried again, glancing over towards Erin apologetically as he truly was attempting to get used to this transition as he heard him disgruntled and nodding. Now tired of his dad’s shit all together yet Erin was funny to think she’d get away with his head on her lap. He didn’t care much that he was half her size at this point as he slid him onto the seat to get him towards Erin.

Erin

The term was still foreign to be heard in her own direction, especially from C.J.’s lips.  But Bash’s little heart demanded it be used in every instance possible.  He was sensitive about it, and Erin couldn’t help but be appreciative of his efforts.  She knew they weren’t for her though.  The need to call her this was pure and about him.  As Bash was placed in the seat there beside her, she was buckling her seatbelt, prepared to do the same for him.  “Let’s get you buckled and then my lap is all yours,” she promised.  A few maneuvers later and the boy was fastened in, finding a place there against her lap.  She didn’t realize it, but she had a soft smile against her lips.  Leaning over, she’d press a soft kiss to the boy’s temple as her fingers took to his hair, sweeping through dark locks to ease the boy back to sleep.  It could mess up Erin’s plans, but in that moment, her plans didn’t really amount to much in comparison to the boy’s needs.  

C.J.

Glancing back towards them as they got comfortable, the man smirked gently at Erin for taking it so well. Knowing a grumpy Bash was something neither of them could prepare for yet he was always like that when he was tired. His brother could handle it a bit better but even he was prepared to dip out by the time the driver was moving out of the spot. “What’s the over/under that she’s gonna’ fall asleep too?” he whispered not too quietly to the man who smirked in response, knowing Erin would be able to hear it but he had his own theory here. Knowing it was all too hard to be around two sleeping kids and not fall asleep as well as he was turning to his side within the seatbelt to glance back towards the three who made up his entire life in that backseat.

Erin

Her fingers stroked through Bash’s hair as J.J.’s head found the window beside him, not quite so willing to curl up on Erin, as she watched her plans slowly unravelling right before her.  Her eyes shot up quickly towards C.J. as he made his little over/under joke; if looks could kill.  It had been a while since she’d delivered her daily death threat to the man and that look would suffice as today’s.  Lifting her hand to show him her palm, her backwards inked ‘I so love you’ still there within her palm.  Not saying a word as she hoped Bash could get enough sleep there to be functional once they arrived at the hotel.  It was but a thirty-minute drive, taking them nowhere near the strip as might have been expected there.  Instead, their destination was a little more secluded and not so mainstream as others might have chosen for the occasion.  But Erin and C.J. were a little quieter about things and tended to like things a little slower.  Their last vacation had been lavish and fancy, busy non-stop.  This one, she had other plans.

C.J.

Smirking softly as he met her eyes, knowing that look and finding it slightly entertaining as he flashed her a telling smirk. Just a bit of jet lag between them yet he knew the boys would quickly get their second wind and spring back to life once they got wherever they were going. Only able to wonder what all was coming next as he watched the passing scenery through the window. Reaching back where he could give Erin’s knee a gentle squeeze as he was briefly amazed at what this woman of his had arranged for them.

Erin

A half smile met her lips as his hand found her knee.  Not accustomed to riding distanced from one another like this, and certainly not with his boys on either side of her, though it was a moment like this that would almost make her feel deserving of the title the boys had donned her with.  As J.J.’s head wound up on her shoulder, her smile grew that much more.  With the both of them asleep now, it wouldn’t be long before C.J. would find out if his prediction was true or not.  “Miss Lindsay,” the driver spoke, glancing back to her in the rearview mirror, “the rooms are prepared for you.”  With assurances there, Erin nodded a thank you with a smile to her lips which was almost directly followed by her dosing off as well.  A short while later, they were pulling up outside of a large hotel, passing the customary entrance and heading off behind the hotel where smaller villas stood unattached.  The shift in the vehicle was enough to startle her awake, not ever completely able to sleep unless it was with C.J. next to her.  The driver reached for a key from within the console as he parked in front of one of the villas, handing the key to C.J. to a three-bedroom villa where the four of them would stay for the next four days.  The stopping of the car had J.J. waking up, but Bash was still gone to the world.  “Dinner is to be served at 6, if that is still satisfactory?”  Erin looked to the man and nodded her head, noting it gave them a short while before, but it would be enough time for them to make it.  “Yeah, I think that’ll be alright,” she offered, eyeing C.J. for input there.  “Go to dinner and then head to the Strip later?” She asked, giving Bash a chance to wake up a bit there and they could leave straight from dinner to go into the city.

C.J.

Half thinking how nice this hotel was, he was even more amazed when they skipped the hotel all together and he was handed the key. Glancing back towards the three as he answered her questions. Hearing her question where he nodded. It wasn’t overly ambitious for the group who would without a doubt be tired tonight but just enough to get them kicked off on the right start. “Perfect.” he concluded with a telling smile, overwhelmed with the need to hug the woman in that moment.

Erin

With C.J.’s confirmation the dinner time of six would work for him as well, she nodded once more in the direction of the driver who was opening his door to do the same for all other doors of the vehicle just as he had at the airport, starting with J.J.’s side.  “We can let Bash sleep a bit longer, then get dressed for tonight…” she offered, a smile widening there over her features as it meant a last name change for her and a /wife/ for him.  “And then we can head off right after dinner and shouldn’t be back too late?”  Confirming their own plans there with him as the driver went for the bags, giving him a moment to get them into the room before they unloaded themselves from the car, though knowing she was going to need C.J.’s help with Bash.  The driver was already busy at the back of the car, getting all four bags into the villa, leaving the door open for the four of them to enter without need to use the key this time.

C.J.

“I think he’ll be alright in a few minutes…” he stated honestly as the boy could either get his second wind or be out for a bit longer, there was no telling as he atleast knew J would be up as he slipped out of the car. Reaching over to help J out of the car before he had to nearly step within to undo Bash’s belt and help her out with him. Pulling him from her and onto himself, out of the car. Holding him to his chest where he didn’t even wake up through the transition making him shake his head. Missing the days when he slept that deep as he held him with one firm hand, reaching out to help her out as well. “Any slobber stains?”

Erin

As J.J. found his way out of the car with minimal help from his dad, Bash was another story.  Knocked out to the world as the three of them had all been for a part of that car ride, she took C.J.’s offered hand as she eased down from the SUV, releasing his hand so he could support the boy in his arms.  Looking down over the thighs of her jeans, she had to laugh as there were just as he had predicted. “Yep.  Sure are,” she confirmed, her hand brushing against them, though they weren’t budging.  “Guess it’s a good thing I brought something else to wear in that suitcase that was overpacked, huh?” she teased as though it was only for this instance that her bag was so full.  A groggy looking J.J. walked beside Erin as she led the way this time, stopping as the driver asked to speak to her for a moment.  “You guys go ahead inside. I’ll make sure things are set for tonight,” she offered, letting the boys make their way into the room before she was confirming transportation for that evening after dinner.

C.J.

“Imagine that.” he mused as she detected her own slobber marks, hearing that follow up statement causing a shake of his head as she was thoroughly teasing him and shamelessly so. Hearing her statement though, he released her hand and nodded. Allowing this as he had the key in that free hand of his. Hooked to a finger as his palm found the back of J’s head where he guided him gently along towards the front of this villa. Still blown away and in a mild stage of shock as they opened the door and slipped within. J. instantly waking up and Bash stirring as they did the glance around.

Erin

Within just a few minutes, the car was arranged for the evening with the same driver, graciously thanked, and highly tipped.  The two parted ways as she returned back to the path of the private villa, stepping within to find everything absolutely pristine.  With three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a full kitchen, and a private patio off the back, it was clear they would want for nothing that weekend.  The boys had a gaming system there in the living room as Erin’s only special request for the room.  Everything else was compliments of the hotel and a very thankful owner who Erin and Hank had helped quite some time ago in the location and rescue of their kidnapped child before C.J. joined the unit.  Forever grateful, they had told her long before to come and stay anytime she wished, and this was her making good on that arrangement.  Finding them all in the living space of the villa, she lifted her brows in question as she met J.J.’s glance.  “Whataya think?  This’ll do?” she asked, teasing as it was so much more than they ever needed.

C.J.

Snorting as she posed the question to J.J. who was nearly as stunned as his father without knowing matters of money like his elder doppelganger did. Still clutching Bash who was in the stages of waking up to what was around him. Still in slight awe as he glanced over towards her. "How though?" He found himself asking as he gently rubbed Bash's back who lifted his head. Looking at his father in sheer confusion where C.J. smirked softly. Kissing his forehead as he guided him back to his chest to wake up a bit more.

Erin

A smile of sheer innocence took over the face of the woman as she took a step towards him there holding Bash.  Pressing a kiss to his cheek before slipping down against the sofa, laying back as though this were home.  “I’ll never tell,” she offered playfully, just as she’d never fully let the cat out of the bag on just how New York had happened or how she had gotten such great baseball training tickets for he and the boys before.  As she made herself comfortable, she eyed a note card on the end table beside the sofa, lifting it to find “C.J., Erin, J.J., and Bash” against the white cardstock.  She glanced up to C.J. as she bit her lower lip in anticipation, truly not knowing what would be within.  “We would like to welcome you and your boys and do hope you have found everything to your liking.  If you are to need anything, do not hesitate to call the desk.  We hope you have a wonderful evening tonight and may we be the first to congratulate you all this day.  Thank you for choosing to spend your first days as a family here with us.  Sincerely, Ian Zacharelli and staff.”  Closing the folded over card, she handed it up for C.J. to see as well.  “There’s your answer.  Ian Zacharelli did this.”  As if he were someone C.J. would have known, though in fact he wouldn’t, she rose to her feet with a laugh to her lips.  “So we’ll dress for dinner in what we’re wearing tonight then?” she asked, her hand landing against C.J.’s ass as she eyed down the hall to the bedrooms where each bag was properly placed already.

C.J.

“You wanna’ go explore?” he asked of Bash who nodded, placed gently on his feet by his father where his brother was taking over on exploration mode. He took a seat beside her on the couch by her side as he plucked up the cardstock. Reading the contents and still coming up with a blank as to this name as he glanced back towards her. Her question luring a nod out of him. “Still got some ‘splainin’ to do, little lady.” he challenged, though what she had done being so great, he didn’t need to force a response out of her. Merely to thank her in the best way he knew how. Leaning down and stealing a kiss from her. “Thank you for this.”

Erin

As he joined her there on the sofa, she smirked to his ‘splainin’ comment, shaking her head slowly no.  Before she could say anything else, his lips were there to hers, stealing her smirk entirely before he drew back to thank her.  “You do not have to thank me,” she whispered, dragging her lower lip through her teeth.  “You do, however, have to marry me.”  She teased as though he’d hate the very sound of it.  Bringing both arms to wrap around him, she pulled herself over onto his lap as the boys went off to check out the bedrooms.  Once they were out of earshot, her smirk would return.  “It’s a real shame there’s no sex before the name change here.  We’ve got a whole hour before dinner,” she teased as her nose nudged to his.

C.J.

Laughing softly as she pulled into his lap and his arm slipped around her. “The beauty of havin’ kids…” he reminded her honestly as there was a reason many did not try to be with men such as himself. It was too much work. Too much distraction. Hand landing on her knee where he gently rubbed against her. Nudging his nose back to hers. “Just gets worse from here.” he reminded her, as if they ever children together, there would be even less time yet this seemed as good as birth control as one could find away from the actual pill.

Erin

“I’m afraid you misspoke there… Just gets /better/ from here,” she seemed to promise, her smile seemingly permanent as her lips stole to his for a brief moment.  “Besides, I think you know I can find something for the boys to do to get ten minutes alone with you,” she reminded him with a slow nod of her head, lips finding the side of his neck as a form of temptation before she was drawing back from him entirely.  “…but not until you change my name.”  She offered as she started her way off his lap, checking to be sure the boys were out of earshot.  When she was sure they were, she met his eyes as she prepared to fill him in a bit.  “In all seriousness though, the owner of this place is Ian.  Ian’s family is originally from Chicago.  A couple years back, his daughter was kidnapped.  Hank and I… She made it home safely,” she stated, dropping out the center of the story, finally explaining the connection between the hotel, Ian, and their stay.  “We’re welcome to come here whenever and as often as we’d like.  So I took him up on the offer and he’s been quite generous.  I’m sure he’ll make an appearance before we leave to go home.”  Giving him most of the scoop there, she pressed another kiss to his cheek before her hand was finding his, lifting herself from his lap.  “We have to change clothes.  Know why?”

C.J.

“Yeah, you just got to get creative.” he stated honestly as she seemed to understand well enough, feeling her against his neck before she was drawing back and he drew out a soft laugh. Hearing her explanation, unable but to feel that there was a bit more to this story but he’d let her have it for now. Knowing it most likely had a dark turn as so many of their stories had. Hearing her question, he perked a brow as he stood slowly. “Because we are getting married?” he asked with a telling smirk, so liking the sounds of that as his hands found her sides. “Because you’re all mine.”

Erin

As he stood there a moment after her, her hands were quickly there to his sides, easing down against his ass as she bit her own lower lip with a nod to her head.  “Mhm,” she promised.  “We are and I am.”  Taking a step back, she led him towards the bedroom.  “And if you’re really lucky, even though you aren’t allowed to have sex… I might let you watch me change clothes,” she teased, snagging his lower lip with her teeth as if it were some great consolation prize to be had, playful all of the way with him as she led him into the room.  Passing the bedroom doors of the boys who were already sitting together with the iPad, returning to whatever game had their attention at the moment.  

C.J.

Rolling his eyes at that last part as she would definitely ‘let’ him and they both knew it. Feeling her leading him to the room where he watched the boys already settled in. “Always a good sign with the iPad gets broken out.” he remarked honestly as they slipped within the room and he was already left unzipping his bag on the bed, pulling out his shirt and slacks as well as his shower bag. “I’m gonna’ sneak a quick shower…I don’t feel right slippin’ into new clothes dirty.” he commented with a smile as she had to expect this of him by now.

Erin

Knowing this of the man, she had already predicted it.  In truth, she’d be in there with him if she trusted herself.  Lifting to her toes, she pressed her lips to his as she finally released her hold on his ass before she was going to her own suitcase, waiting to unleash it until he was within the shower. “Quick,” she reminded him, being the operative word here as their hour was going to go by faster than either of them would realize.  “Hey, Bash? J.J? You guys want to start getting dressed in there?” she called out of the room, to which they abandoned the iPad faster than they’d ever moved towards getting dressed, ever.  Looking over to C.J., she had to laugh.  “Either they are really hungry or they are ready for what’s after dinner.”

C.J.

“Quick.” he continued, hearing the boys perhaps moving faster than he was. He smirked softly back in her direction before he was slipping into the bathroom. The door closed behind him and getting undressed. Knowing a good shower always helped him with jetlag to stay on his heels as he started the shower water. Beholding the glory of that shower which took him a moment to work out given the various heads, knowing he’d have to work that one out later but for now, just going for the operative overhead one as he stepped into the water and began the quick lather while the boys got to getting ready.

Erin

As the boys got ready and C.J. was well into the shower, Erin unleashed her suitcase.  Within, she’d find something that made her release a breath, standing in awe for but a moment.  Before C.J. would exit that bathroom, she had changed into a floor length, white linen, vintage dress.  It was plain and simple, with nothing lavish about it, yet it fit her height perfectly and had cost her only twenty dollars.  She hadn’t ever meant it to be the dress she’d wear to get married in, but it had been bought to wear for their two-year anniversary date.  Instead, she’d wear it now and hadn’t had to break the bank to do it.  A simple strand of pearls graced her neck and her hair was left down without fussing over it much.  The little bit of make-up she’d worn that day would be touched up around her eyes.  A pair of sandals added and she was declaring herself ready in ten minutes’ time.  Bash came bursting into the room without knocking, but thankfully Erin was just then buckling her shoes as he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, complaining that J.J. buttoned him wrong on purpose.  “Here, let me help,” she offered, reaching out when the boy would realize Erin was in a dress, immediately yelling out to J.J. in complete excitement.  “Mom has a dress on!”  Erin had to laugh as Bash was running out of the room again, his shirt still not fixed, to get his brother to see something they had both wanted to happen there.  As the both of them returned, the noise in the room only grew.  Erin hoped they wouldn’t be mad at her for not telling them, but wanted to surprise them just the same and the looks on their faces said just that in that moment as Erin finally got ahold of the buttons of Bash’s shirt to get him fixed up correctly.

C.J.

Hearing the commotion in the other room, he was stepping out of the bathroom a few minutes later. Dressed and buttoning his dress shirt bit by bit as he glanced over towards them. Quite surprised at Erin’s get up himself and the boy’s reaction which told him what all the sounds were for. Watching her help out Bash as buttons were not their strong suit and as he reviewed his own attention to them, neither were they his. “If marrying me requires a dress, I’ll have to marry you more often.” he teased, as they could make it a frequent event if this was what it got him. Stepping into the room where he went into his bag to grab his shoes.

Erin

“It doesn’t require one,” she specified, turning to Bash where she’d whisper in his ear.  “Just for you and your brother.”  A promise there to the little boy that was halfway true.  She did like to dress up for C.J. as well and it had been nearly a year.  Only twice had she ever.  Once for the gala and once for their anniversary, but it seemed like the kind of occasion that might call for such a thing and she knew the boys cared about it.  As they went off to get their own shoes on, she was there to C.J. at the end of the bed as he reached in to get his shoes.  “You smell good,” she whispered, hands finding his hips before letting them slowly ease around him.  “Whataya think? Keep this dinner to fifteen minutes?” she teased as though to get them to the Strip, married, and back to the villa where she could finally take part in other activities, even if it was her doing to strip them away in the first place.  

C.J.

“Favoritism.” he accused as she seemed to like the boys better than him sometimes and he was fine with that despite his playful pouting. Hearing her mention him smelling good, he felt her at his hips after stepping into his shoes. Hearing her question which lured him to laugh softly. “Yeah, might have to update the waiter and the kitchen on that little plan.” he remarked, knowing it would be difficult to pull off with a busy kitchen as he reached for his cologne. A hit on each wrist as he rubbed the two together.

Erin

“You never know.  I could be fucking magic like that.”  She teased, flashing him a smile as she pressed a kiss to the center of his back before her hands were easing back from him to back up and allow him some room.  Bash and J.J. were quickly back in the room, ready and letting them know about it.  Erin looked over at C.J. as though he was taking his dear, sweet time here, teasing him all the while with impatiently crossed arms to match those of the boys.  “The karaoke won them over to my side,” she reminded him, eyeing the boys who seemed to flip sides entirely too easily there between the two of them.  “So dinner and then maybe catch a show or something?” she asked, hearing a quick refusal from the boys that brought a laugh to her lips.  Glancing up to C.J., she tilted her head to the side.  “Starting to think they want this more.  They know there’s no cake, right?”

C.J.

“Yeah, no cake.” he added as he brushed his hand over Bash’ head as he was now ready and moving towards the door. “God, what takes you guys so long.” he complained aloud, a shake of his head as he was now messing with all of them. “Woman finally puts on a dress and it takes her like a half an hour…” still at it as he reached the living area of that room, stopping just short upon the knowledge that he had forgotten all about the woman who was soon to be his wife as he drew back to find her. Playful smirking all the while at this little act as he offered his hand.

Erin

Watching this spectacle as he took over their complaining game, only mastering it far better than they had attempted.  She didn’t budge until he returned, his hand finding hers as she let a serious look take her features as though she were mad.  Letting it reside there a moment before that trademark half-smile would find her lips, walking with him out of the villa to the pathway that would lead towards the hotel.  “You’re mean,” she accused, wishing to call him an ass, but not daring to do it in front of the boys.  Wispy fabric flowed off the large back patio of the hotel where there were dozens of tables, speaking to an outdoor eating situation there if they might choose to do so.  Bash was still pouting about the loss of cake, while J.J. was taking in the scenery there at the back of the hotel.  As they drew closer to the back entrance, it was Bash that would take off running first.  Then J.J.  Erin was biting her lower lip as she waited for things to come together there for C.J. as they came closer and closer to find his mother sitting at one of the tables; the destination of both boys to her side.  The next table over and the one after that sat a collection of intelligence unit members.  In fact, every table held a small grouping of people they knew either through work, friends, or family. Stopping where she was there beside him, she turned into him, her eyes meeting his as her free hand found his cheek.  “This can go either way,” she promised.  “It’s whatever we want.  We can have dinner with our friends and family and then slip off like we planned, or we can get married here and now.”  Sneaking this one in on him as she proved everything out of her mouth had been a sham to get him to his own potential wedding, intricately handled by both she and her soon to be mother in law with accommodations to fit whatever it was the two of them wanted in that very moment.

C.J.

Watching her pull him towards that back door, letting her guide him before he was being greeted by a familiar set of eyes. The sight of his mother there making him feel like he was nearly hallucinating before his eyes traveled to the other table. Still so blind sided, he didn’t even know what to do. Feeling her at his cheek where his eyes lured down towards her as he heard her speak, hearing her statement about how this could go. Here, or privately. This woman of his had completely snuck one on him when he was used to doing this. He nodded his head upon that latter suggestion. “Now.” he stated simply without a moment of hesitation as his eyes remained upon hers like she was the only one here around him.

Erin

A sea of eyes on the two was not of their style in the slightest.  They had forever been quite private about their relationship, even once everyone knew.  They liked to be at home.  They weren’t making a scene of it out in public like some others that sat at those tables had.  But the collection of people there cared about the two of them in their own ways, and for that, Erin wanted this for them, but only if it was okay by C.J.  As he confirmed now, her smile grew instantly to the full form that was oh so rare.  “Yeah?” she asked, her eyes lighting up at the prospect as those in attendance waited.  They had been briefed on how this would go.  That she would ask him to join them for dinner or a wedding and based on their joint decision would be how the night would go.  There were held breaths, hoping the two would decide to go through with the seemingly impromptu service.  With that confirmation, she turned her head to the side, nodding to give them the answer they were waiting on, which immediately resulted in a soft round of applause for the two.  Bringing her eyes back there to his, her hand never having left the side of his face, she lifted to her toes to press a kiss to his lips with no regard to tradition as they had already botched that all to hell doing this their way, all the way.  “I like now.”  She whispered, confessing how she’d hoped he would decide before her hand was easing down from the side of his face.  There under the fabric that whipped in the wind from the tall bannisters of the patio, those moving about took seats.  A man stood up to the front edge of the patio, inviting the couple to join him when they were ready.  A single violinist softly playing the music of the first song C.J. had played for her, the night words were exchanged that would forever change the course of their lives.  “I’m ready when you are,” she whispered, leaving the rest to him.

C.J.

Hearing her agree, he nodded. The great C.J. Luciano was suddenly feeling shy. He was so used to everything with them being in public. Getting together, their engagement. Now their ensuing marriage was taking a public showing and all he could do was concentrate on her as that was all he cared about focusing on right now. While he appreciated the presence of the rest of those who were important to him, namely his boys and his mother, he was without a doubt hers in this moment where he heard her mention being ready. Hearing his own music take route on a violin causing the musician a light smirk as he nodded. “Been ready.” he challenged to her as he guided her forward after a slow moment.

Erin

With the agreement to his state of readiness, she had to smirk as she knew he’d long been ready.  With their quickly approaching two-year anniversary, she refused to get there without getting here first.  She had toyed with the idea for weeks upon weeks, going well into a time nearly two months before, but it would take time to get all of this in line.  Now, it was finally upon them and she couldn’t begin to try to hide her happiness.  Walking with him towards the small set of stairs leading upwards to the patio, the small grouping of people were silent.  C.J.’s mom encouraged the boys to go up and stand with C.J. and Erin, both standing to C.J.’s side.  Erin met eyes with Hank as he gave an approving nod, something none could have expected two years prior.  A moment of silence there as the two took spots before the man who would officiate before he began talking.  Erin could hear none of it as she kept glancing out from the corners of her eyes towards C.J.  That same bite to her lower lip there almost continually as her hand tightened in his.  Only thankful their backs were to those sitting at their tables, giving a feeling of privacy to the two of them where side-eyed looks could be exchange with only the pastor in the know.  

C.J.

Taking with her before the pastor, feeling the presence of the boys beside him. The only thing that could cause his eyes to flicker before he was back towards hers. Hearing the introductory statement of the ceremony as he had heard a hundred times over yet never expecting he’d get it himself. Hearing the words, feeling them burn on his tongue as she was the only woman he’d wish to be in that moment with as they were instructed to turn, look at one another and take one another’s hands which he was doing a moment later. One of her hands already in his as he reached for the other.

Erin

As they were instructed to do so, the two turned towards one another.  As his hand reached for her free hand, she easily gave it to him.  Ready to already hear them pronounced husband and wife while words of her vows to him rang through her mind.  Not wanting to mess them up as she’d spent entirely too long on them.  Slightly untraditionally, she had already asked that she speak first, taking her vows before he would for fear that she might not get through them if she didn’t.  The pastor looked to her with a nod to encourage her to go ahead.  Drawing a deep breath, she stared silently up at C.J. for a long moment there.  A smile to her lips as her hands tightened in his. “As far back as I can remember, I was fine being on my own.  As a child.  As a teenager.  As an adult.  There was never that piece of me that needed or depended on someone else.  The idea of love and trust were foreign to me, they were fairytales that didn’t belong in the real world.  I truly believed there was no such thing.  Until you.  I didn’t want a partner.  As in life, I was the same in profession.  When I was introduced to you, well… I won’t say what I thought, but I wasn’t happy at the prospect.  I’d rather trust myself than trust someone else.  Until you.  I was career driven and focused, with no regard for what life looked like after hours.  I got mad when you insinuated my life was empty, because… you were right.  I had you pegged all wrong from the start.  I saw you as a person who was all play and no work, but you quickly proved me wrong.  I thought you were a set of walking dimples that lacked instinct, but the first time you cracked a case wide open before me, I had to see my misjudgment, even if I didn’t confess it out loud.  In those first few months, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a running bet on how long it would take me to kill you, and maybe I owe a few people some money on that bet because I certainly thought about it a time or two.  But all because I was running.  I’ve always been good at running.  I’ve run away from home.  I’ve run away from life.  I’ve run away from every problem that has ever crossed my path.  I’ve run away from relationships.  I was a runner, until you.  You gave me the room to walk away, without the need to take off full speed.  You forced me to stop and see that which was right in front of me.  You taught me that it was okay to need someone else and even better to want them.  You showed me trust and in this, you taught me how to trust.  And now, I stand here before you, ready to make these promises to you without any hesitation… and slightly before the year 2029.”  A pause there and several places between, she felt the emotion drawing up in her throat, though she’d do her best to keep it at bay just a little longer.  “I do not promise to create this union today.  I cannot create something that has already been in existence for so long.  Instead, I promise to uphold our union.  I promise to build on it from this day forward.  I promise to fight for it day in and day out.  I promise to respect it and guard it from outside damage or influence.  I promise to honor it in the way it should be honored.  I promise to love you.  I promise to support you.  I promise to laugh with you.  I promise to be your strength when you are weak.  I promise to put you first.  I promise to choose you every day as I do this day.  I promise to listen to you without judgment.  I promise to always be there for you.  I promise to threaten your life at least once every day.  I promise to surprise you every chance I get.  I promise to always make your cup of coffee before I make my own.  I promise to be an active participant in teasing one another equally.  I promise to never go to bed mad at you.  I promise to be faithful to you for the rest of my life.  I promise to be present and to never run.  I promise to face my fears and help you face yours.  I promise my eyes will always fall upon you, because I’m yours.”  With a smile from the pastor, her hands trembled in his, tears welling and falling against her cheeks as her voice cracked.  At the guiding of the pastor, she repeated after him.  “With these vows, I, Erin…” she paused.  A smile cracking through the tears as she closed her eyes tightly for a split second.  Easily looking as if she had just gotten choked up, but he would understand entirely.  “I, Erin Josephine Lindsay, take thee, Cesare James Dominicus Luciano, to be my lawful wedded husband.”

C.J.

As she went on with her vows, without a doubt taking him back at the gravity of them. The idea that he wouldn’t cry here gone from him as it was merely an amount of time. Fitting considering he was infront of his entire unit yet he felt his throat tightening. Swallowing down at the extent of her promises and he believed them. As each one she had already shown him time and time again. Seeing her emotional never boded well for him as she just might have been the emotionally stronger one of the two. While he had never been that person, he was now as he heard the conclusion of her vows. Quite ready to hear her leave out her middle name yet upon getting it, his eyes were quickly rising as this had to mean alot for her to reveal that deep, dark secret infront of not only him but several others. Knowing it had to be a bit old fashioned but never thinking it would be that. Having to smirk as his own names weren’t much better and he knew it. Clearing his throat, he took a settling breath as he attempted to draw out his own prewritten vows to the back of his mind knowing they wouldn’t equal to her own. “I believe in you, the person you will grow to be and the couple we will be together. The goodness of your heart. The strength of your character. Your ability to see things through to the end and the way you both teach and encourage me to be the man you deserve to walk hand in hand with. With my whole heart, I take you as my wife, acknowledging and accepting your faults and strengths, as you do mine. Our pasts. Our salvation found in one another. I promise to be faithful and supportive and to always make our family's love and happiness my priority. I will be yours in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in failure and in triumph. I will dream with you, celebrate with you and walk beside you through whatever our lives may bring. Through the music and the silence; you are my ally―my love and my life, today and always. I, Cesare James Dominicus Luciano, take thee Erin /Josephine/ Lindsay to be my lawful wedded wife.”

Erin

As his words came forth, she could see the emotion clearly there on his face mirroring that of her own.  Heart felt words exchanged in both directions, vulnerable and raw, as though they were the only ones that could hear them.  Her tears rolled down her cheeks in plenty as he came towards that conclusion where her middle name was emphasized, drawing an inappropriate laugh from her lips to hear it on his tongue.  Almost skipping it altogether, yet deciding at the last minute to finally give it to him entirely.  Leaning her head down, her forehead found his chest as she allowed herself that moment before finally lifting her chin again.  Releasing one of his hands if only to wipe away her own tears, then releasing his other.  Stepping away from him, she came around to where the boys were.  A soft, yet tear-filled smile there on her lips as Bash whispered that she shouldn’t be sad.  “I’m not sad, I promise.”  She began, reaching out to take both of the boys’ hands.  “But as I make these vows to your father today, I also have a few things I’d like to promise the two of you.  Your father chose me, but it never meant you had to.  Not only have you let me share in this life with you, but you have welcomed me into your home, into your routines, and made me feel welcome while doing it.  You have shown me a love that I’ve never felt or given.  A love that is gentle.  A love that is pure.  A love that is trusting.  A love that is unafraid.”  The wiped away tears were back in full strength now as both boys looked to their dad as if they didn’t understand what was wrong with her.  Her tears would not stop her from repeating words the same as she had to their father as these promises were for them just as much as they had been for him.  “I promise to love you.  I promise to support you.  I promise to laugh with you.  I promise to be your strength when you are weak.  I promise to put you first.  I promise to choose you every day as I do this day.  I promise to listen to you without judgment.  I promise to always be there for you… I promise to help you become good men like your father.  I promise to help you with your homework, even if I have to stay up late to figure it out myself.  I promise to kiss you both goodnight every night, for as long as you will let me.  I promise to sit on your bed to talk as long as you might need.  I promise to play with you and never be too busy to do so.  I promise to take an interest in anything that interests you so that we may spend time together doing what you enjoy. I promise to uphold your trust.  I promise to see the world through your eyes.  I promise to be your mom and to always be proud that you chose me.”  

C.J.

Feeling her pushing into his chest briefly, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head in that meantime. Quite proud of himself as he had managed to keep it all together as he heard Bash speak. Still not quite able to make sense of it all but as he watched her take their hands. He knew he was done. He could take alot in this life. His own rejection, to be side stepped. While it hurt, he could take it. One thing he could never take was what they had lost once yet that day gained as his heart was with his children and everyone knew that. As she went onto speak to them, he could only shake his head. The moisture piercing his eyes. “and, I’m done…” he spoke to himself, knowing it was only a matter of time before the pastor was nudging his elbow. Handing him a tissue which he thanked him for quietly. Listening to the promises she made to the boys which made him love her a thousand times more in that moment. Not quite sure how he had come across anyone quite so decent let alone to be making her his. The boys seemed happy enough to take her promises, her offerings. Knowing fully that they were the same things she had always done and nothing would change in this. Wiping his eyes as the moisture fell but refusing to make it too obvious.

Erin

Taking both boys into her arms, she held them close for a long moment as she heard C.J.’s quiet words behind her.  Without a dry eye between herself or C.J., it seemed the only ones without tears flowing were two boys who still couldn’t be quite sure why Erin was crying.  She pressed a kiss to each of their cheeks before she was rising back upwards to rejoin C.J., returning to him with damp cheeks and watery eyes to which no tissue would be helping.  She drew in slow, deep breaths as the pastor gave the two a moment to settle back in and regain themselves once again.  “I love you,” she whispered out of turn as it was the truest thing she could say in that moment, her hands gripping tightly to his.  After that brief moment, the pastor continued on in a cracking voice himself.  “By the powers vested in me by the state of Nevada, I pronounce you husband and wife.” Turning to C.J., he offered a nod.  “C.J., you may kiss your bride.”  Having to maintain a certain distance between themselves throughout the duration of the service and truthfully their public relationship, the smile on her face was like no other, despite the tears residing there at her cheeks.  

C.J.

Offering her his tissue as a true marks of what he was willing to share with her, his eyes finding hers as she rejoined his. Tears not falling yet the moisture there within his green hues as he heard her whisper. “I love you too.” he returned lowly before the pastor continued on. A soft smile finding him before he was given that final go ahead. The sentence ending as he met her smile with his own. Hands gently tightening within hers as he leaned forward. Head tilting to the side to press his lips to hers. Allowing that kiss to linger while not out of the bounds of appropriate behavior as he inhaled her deeply. One hand slowly slipping from hers if only to hook her waist and pull her against him. Pulling back after a slow moment to avoid the inevitable ‘ew’ before his lips were finding the tip of her nose and her forehead all in that perfected sequence.

Erin

Finding his smile, her own was the same, she held the offered tissue tight in her hand making no attempt yet to wipe them away, but would momentarily.  As their lips met, she forever struggled to keep their exchange appropriate.  Just as his hand started to release from her own, her hand found the side of his face as the pastor announced for the group steadily applauding.  “It is my great pleasure to introduce for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. C.J. Luciano.”  With the kiss drawing to a close, his lips to both her nose and forehead in a pattern that felt like home to her, she stole a glimpse to his eyes before she was bringing that tissue to her face before the two would turn to attend what would be a dinner instead of a true reception, yet those on their feet already seeking to congratulate the two.  With one hand still in his, her grip was forever tight throughout the entire ceremony which would be no different now.  The smile seeming permanent there on her face as she leaned her head against his upper arm.

C.J.

Allowing his lips to linger at her forehead before she was wiping away her tears, feeling her hand tighten in his as he was using his own hand to wipe at his eyes as he guided that turn. Needing a drink. Yesterday. Just something to cool his nerves as it was only with her that he found himself nervous. Different than himself as he guided her from that spot. Free hand reaching for Bash’s who quickly dodged him for Erin’s hand instead. Getting J’s as a consolation prize as he guided them from that spot and towards a table clearly outlined for them yet knowing he’d need a trip to the bathroom just to pull himself together momentarily.

Erin

There on the table laid out for them rested their marriage license to be signed by the two of them, the pastor, and two witnesses.  Erin glanced at it while holding both Bash and C.J.’s hands, then looked back to C.J., still considerably in shock over it all, but thoroughly happy.  Releasing Bash’s hand, she lifted the pen to offer it to him first as his mother and Hank made their way to the table where they would serve as the witnesses.  Putting it officially in ink that the two were married, concluding the entire process, allowing them to now move freely about the dinner party.  There in Hank’s hand was already a glass of whiskey for C.J. while his mother had a glass of wine for Erin.  His mom had literally every angle of this covered for the two, much to the appreciation leaking from Erin’s eyes.  “Thank you,” she offered as Bash and J.J. took their seats at the table.  “Don’t sign it Cesare Lindsay.  My name changes, not yours,” she teased, trying to lighten things up for him a bit.

C.J.

Taking the pen from her, being advised on where he was signing as he nodded. Hearing her mention what he was signing, his eyes glanced back towards her with a cocked brow. “Thank you, I had almost forgotten…” he teased dryly as he signed his legal name. Completing it with his last name intact before handing the pen over to her to see if she could pull off the task. Thankful to take the glass of whiskey and the rough hug from Voight after releasing any small hands. Lips brought to the glass as he took a strong mouthful. Free hand settling on the small of Erin’s back as he did so.

Erin

With his hand there to her back, she held the pen in her hand, watching the interaction between C.J. and the closest thing she had to a father figure.  As he took the offered drink, she was leaning over to press the pen to the paper, signing her name against the line laid out for her.  Standing straight again, she passed the pen to C.J.’s mom who would serve as his witness, signing beneath his name, and then Hank would sign beneath her own.  Erin watched as his mother signed, leaning in against him as she brought the glass of wine to her own lips watching their marriage become official with each additional signature.  Within minutes, plates were brought forth from the kitchen for the private party on the patio, each seat receiving a prepared portion of food. The pen exchanged to Hank, serving as the last signature, completing the process as embraces were exchanged between the four of them.  Knowing the next couple of hours could be a complete free for all in the gathering of cops and family, she was lifting to find his ear, a whisper passing between the two.  “Walk with me?” she asked, indicating that privacy the two of them flourished in might be needed as she could literally feel the heat of so many people there around them.  

C.J.

As the last signature was formed and the ink dried, he heard her in his ear as his lips burned with the warmth of the whiskey. Nodding as he kept his hand over hers and drew back. Another hug to his mother nearly on the cusp of an emotional breakdown watching her only child married off and her shackles freed. He pulled Erin gently with him towards an opening and a bit of air as he smiled gently down towards her. "Look at you with all the tricks..."

Erin

Once the two found their way free, leaving the boys to enjoy the new promise of wedding cake if they were to eat their dinner, with their grandmother ever present to help that along, giving Erin and C.J. all of the time they might want or need.  With his hand at her back guiding her, she stepped through the opening, finding the short staircase there that they had walked up not so long before.  Finishing off her glass of wine, she left the glass against the last table before descending the few stairs.  Hearing his words, she shook her head with a smile to her lips, glancing up towards him.  “Nah.  Alright, maybe one or two, but I might be out for now… might be.”  She teased, “I use my magic for good, not evil”

C.J.

"Mmm, well. I can't be mad at you. I have one of my own though not nearly as good." He stated honestly as he allowed her to show him where she wanted to go if anywhere at all. Just to be away from it all for a moment. To steal a minute of time away for themselves and remember what this was still about. His hand sneaking down for her own as she left behind her wine glass. Still nursing his whiskey. "Though I'd like to think you'll still appreciate it." He remarked, another sip from the glass pressed to his lips.

Erin

“You?  Have something up your sleeve?  Not ever.” She teased, as she felt his hand slip into her own.  Leaning her head there against his upper arm as they walked aimlessly.  She had no destination in mind, only wanting to get out from the noise a bit.  Anyone in the place would understand and she didn’t much care if they didn’t.  “Of course I’ll appreciate it,” she assured, lifting her chin to look up at him.  A slow smile sweeping her face.  “So, what is it?”  She asked, unsure if he’d give in so quickly but still willing to give it a try with her hazel eyes aglow, her face finally dried, and her smile on full display.  

C.J.

"You had something that wasn't yours...now I have something that is all yours." Gesturing down towards her engagement ring once belonging to his mother, he stopped. Turning to face her as he met her eyes and that smile that lit his world up. "But first..." he began, leaning in where his nose was gently nudging hers. A sign that she should tilt her head for the inevitable as he pressed his lips firmly to hers. Indicative and telling of the kind of kiss he had wanted to give her minutes before as his arm tightened around her.

Erin

All forward movement stopped as he looked down towards her, gesturing to that ring on her hand, feeling the nudge of his nose to her own.  Naturally, her head tilted to the opposite side of his where a firm kiss fell against her lips as his arm held tighter around her back.  Drawing into him entirely, her arms drew up around his neck, holding him to herself as her lips at his held a power that had been lost in front of the watching eyes minutes before.  Just out of the sight of the ongoing dinner party, she gave in to him entirely without any reservation, sharing in that kiss that she’d dare not break.  Relinquishing her lower lip to his control there as her lips passed against his, meeting him kiss for kiss.  Her right hand finding the side of his neck, no longer needing to break the kiss for fear of it leading somewhere as there were no other plans to get to.  No flight needing to be caught, no boys ‘ew’ing at the sight.  A soft hum at her lips as she gave in completely to kissing her husband without any reservation.

C.J.

Feeling her drawing into his neck and as quickly interested in kissing him as he was hers, it made him feel better about that slightly selfish inclination just to kiss her. To be as they normally were behind the scenes. Thinking this was the most public exposure the two had ever faced even after going public about the details of their relationship. But it was all for a good cause. The man previously might have eaten up the attention yet he found himself much changed in recent years. Calmer, more collected, confident. Not fake confident, radiating ego. Real confidence that did not feel the need for brash loudness. After years of faking, he knew the difference. His hand gently squeezed over one of her opposite sides. Arm pulled around her entirely as his free hand remained on his glass. Keeping himself firmly vested to that kiss and resolved to pull away only when he had gotten his fill if ever possible.

Erin

Easily swept into him, his arm tight around her, forcing her hips against him, her lips pressed to his just as firmly as he offered his own.  Quickly heading to dangerous territory as her tongue slipped past the part of her lips to find his, seeking to deepen the kiss that much more, kissing him in a manner she’d only ever shared with him in the privacy of their home, her apartment, or on a forced lunch break many moons ago.  Wanting his taste, if only for a moment, before she might put one foot in front of the other once again.  But not now.  Now, she wanted to taste her husband in this manner for the first time, though she knew it would be no different than it had been before, a part of her felt everything was different.  Better different.  In a place she had once avoided with every ounce of power in her tiny frame, she had now shifted entirely, running full speed towards those vows and this man, proving that this man was absolutely one of a kind for no other could have brought this woman through so far and so quickly aside from him.

C.J.

Parting his lips easily with the drawing of her tongue over his own. Never having to really ask for that of which he provided to her freely. Smoothing his tongue over hers upon greeting as he tasted the wine upon her meshing with the whiskey of his lips. Holding her as close as they could manage. Inhaling slowly as the presence of the woman was more intoxicating than any alcohol in his mind. Passing his tongue over hers in brief overlap as nothing about him sought separation.

Erin

The feeling of his tongue meeting her own would forever send chills up her spine, the moment never lost on the woman.  Feeling the rush she knew would follow, the reason this kiss was saved for their most private of moments.  Her hand found the curve of his shoulder, down the arm holding that glass of whiskey.  Their feet on the edge of the concrete pathway, she only hoped she remembered there being grass to the side, though most of the ground coverings here were a gravel rock mixture that would not bode well for her now.  Risking it, she slipped her hand over his, stealing the nearly empty glass of whiskey from his hand to toss it a couple of feet to the side, waiting to hear that shatter that would surely follow if she had truly lost what the terrain was.  When the sound didn’t come, she felt complete relief as her hand found the side of his neck once more, finding a way to let him come into her completely as she did to him, knowing she could only maintain under the weight of this for so long before one of two things would have to happen, but willing to give in to it entirely at least up until that point.

C.J.

Feeling her stealing the glass, he heard the rush of air when she threw it and no glass shattering sound which made him smirk to her lips. Erin acting badly always delighted him for one reason or another. Maybe because he didn't see it too often. He wasn't completely sure but he did love it nonetheless. That recently freed hand finding the side of her neck as he gave her his whole attention. Not caring what came next, what was expected of him. Feeding off of her kiss like it was his very life form and now it was. His reason, his drive, his energy.

Erin

As his hand found the side of her neck, the man engaging her fully in the manner in which she desired beyond anything else.  Her body pressed fully into his as her arm drew around his neck just as the other remained. There was no interruption that could have stolen this kiss away, nor would it come. The loss of that glass of whiskey was entirely worth the depth his freed hand provided at her neck as her tongue continually met his in a passionate exchange between a woman exploring her husband for the first time. Slowly withdrawing her tongue from his, a series of softening kisses passed from her lips to his before she was sealing a kiss there at his lips. Drawing back slightly, though not moving from the closeness as a slow smile swept her features.

C.J.

Feeling her drawing back yet retaining that closeness, pressing his forehead to hers as he breathed her in. "My wife..." breathing the words in just as equally for the first time. A telling smile taking root as his thumb traced her jawline. A settling sigh as they were part of a break through in that moment. Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a ring box. Drawing it open for her to look at. "I had to put J. up for collateral but..." he began, what the kids themselves had helped him with.

Erin

With a new title spoken to her, hearing it for the first time from his lips, the woman’s smile only grew as her teeth took hold of her lower lip for a still moment with their foreheads pressed together.  “My husband…” she returned, trying them on for size in his direction, feeling the weight and reality of that which they had accomplished that night.  Feeling his thumb to her jawline, proof that nothing would change here as it only seemed to be better than before.  Tied to the man indefinitely, in ways she never saw herself with anyone, knowing only he would be able to get her here of all of her own willingness.  As his hand drew to his pocket, a ring box presented before her, she tilted her head to the side as her eyes remained at his.  He had thought of the one thing she had saved for later, presenting her with a band that would signify their union.  Finally lowering her eyes to take in the piece of jewelry within, her hands freed of him as one drew up over her mouth, not expecting anything so ornate as that which he held in his palm.  “C.J…” she whispered through the parts of her fingers as her eyes shot up to his in time for that statement at his lips.  “It’s…” wanting to say it was too much, that they couldn’t afford it, yet there was no possibly way she could bring herself to do it.  Reaching her free hand to the box, a soft fingertip brushing over the surface as she looked back up at him.  “I love it,” she whispered, drawing her hand there between them for him to add it to the engagement ring she already wore.  Half tempted to ask him when he’d done this as she’d kept things so spur of the moment, or at least appearing to be, but knowing this man, he’d bought it two years prior before they were even dating, knowing he’d marry her.  She knew it wasn’t true, but at the same time she wouldn’t put it past him.  With no question of how or when, she lowered her hand from her mouth, finding his side where a tiny hand gripped his shirt.  

C.J.

“It’s yours.” he clarified as she mentioned what it was. A statement of their love that would exist long after they did just as his mother’s engagement ring laid on her finger. Proof that they could make that ring a success as the former failure it had once represented. Was it expensive? Surely but well worth it. Broken up into time. An investment into their love. A symbol. The woman wouldn’t have to go any further then one downwards glance to see the extend he was willing to go to provide. Drawing the ring from the box, he was drawing it up her ring finger. Still taking advantage of his own bare ring finger though she wouldn’t be as lucky. “Figured you already had traditional. Go for something a little different.” he added, feeling her against his shirt.

Erin

His time of a bare finger would come to a close at some point in the near future, but she wouldn’t tell him yet.  Perhaps one of the last surprises she had for him and it would have to wait but a little longer.  As he guided the ring down her finger, she could already feel the moisture building up in her eyes again.  “Damn it, C.J.,” she complained, not wanting to fall apart again as she knew she’d done enough of that in front of their family and coworkers already that night.  Taking a long moment there to just simply take in the ring and all he put into it, leaving her truly breathless for a long moment before finally she was lifting her chin and that hand once more.  Her hand stealing to the back of his neck as she lifted to his lips once more.  A firm kiss from a woman who had potentially cried more in that one night than in their entire relationship.  “It’s perfect,” she assured between kisses, finding herself in complete awe as she drew back if only to look upon it again.  A smile seemed to be a permanence at this point there against her features as she brought her hand slowly down his chest.  “Yours is on the Strip,” she lied in all seriousness.  “Tattoo appointment is at 11 tonight,” she nodded, selling the lie to him as though it were truth just to see if he’d agree to it.

C.J.

Pressing his lips back to hers at her willing and between kisses, he smirked softly. Glad she liked it. Always being nervous about this. Granted, she wasn’t difficult to buy for but who knew someone else’s tastes when she had not specifically shown him or told him what he liked. So far though, he had done well enough or atleast she let him think so. Watching her glance down towards that perfect fit where he was gently adjusting it to her finger as he heard her suggestion of where to find his own. The mention of the tattoo appointment drawing a soft laugh out of him. “Doesn’t scare me any. You are the scardy cat here.” he alleged.

Erin

As he went along with her lie, she couldn’t help but eye him suspiciously for a split second before she decided to commit to the part entirely.  “Good.  Your mom’s going to come to the villa and stay with the kids while we go get it.”  She suggested, making sure to leave it at ‘it’ and not ‘them’ as this had nothing to do with her.  “I’m not afraid of you getting a tattoo,” she offered with a smirk to her lips as she joined her hand back into his, the new ring making her hand feel awkward for a few minutes though she knew she’d get used to it quickly.  “Actually pretty excited about it.”  She continued on, going with this idea.  Truthfully, she had his ring elsewhere, but if he was going to go along with getting branded for life that night, who was she to stop him?

C.J.

“Yeah? What am I getting? Your name with a flaming heart?” playing along and playing her bluff as he didn’t believe her for a moment. Knowing better as he met her eyes. Seeming the glimmer of mischief within those hazel eyes as she went on. He nodded. “I guess I’d need something considering I don’t have to wear a wedding ring and all.” he stated, amused by this while she had to double up. Gently rubbing his hand to her back as they both went along with this game. Introducing new stakes to this claim.

Erin

“No,” she was quick to offer in regards to her name with a flaming heart.  “More like my name with a set of cuffs,” she offered as it was a bit more likely.  A smile there to her lips as she felt hand to her back once more.  “Okay, fine, no tattoo.  I mean, if you want one, I’m sure we can arrange it, but, your ring is somewhere else for later,” she stated honestly, allowing her head up and to the side to look up at him as she started them walking once again.  “If you want it now, I suppose we could make that happen,” she teased as though it would be a huge inconvenience, just giving him a hard time at this point.  The topic making her want to go sneak off to the villa with him more and more where the ring was waiting.  In a moment’s time, she was turning around in front of him, stopping all further movement as she looked up at him with a nod to her head.  “Let’s go now.”  She stated, knowing damned well there was a dinner happening on the patio of the hotel for them, and once they got in the room, she might not let him leave, but just that quickly she was on to other things.  Nodding her head convincingly as she let her inner brat show through a bit there.

C.J.

“I think I can wait. I think I can.” sounding like he wasn’t too sure of it when he knew he could but all at once, she was turning around from him. Hearing the determination in her voice as he nodded. Only able to wonder. She had sprung so many surprises on him that he could not begin to anticipate. Once, he had thought her quite predictable. Now? It was anyone’s guess and he let that slight hesitation linger through him as he tried to prepare. “Okay.” he consented as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze, feeling that new ring to the inside of his gentle grip at her hand as he took that step forward to follow her.

Erin

In truth, she wasn’t so sure she could wait either.  It had sounded like a great plan a week before when she came up with it, but now that it was there, and there was a ring on her finger, yet none on his, it wasn’t going to work.  She couldn’t wait.  As he took that step forward, she did the same, walking with him across the open space there behind the hotel towards their villa.  “So your mom’s in the one next to ours and she’s got the boys tonight and all day tomorrow.  Then the last two are shared by the unit,” she explained, giving a location to each of their guests, explaining that everyone was close and yet they’d have all the privacy they wanted at the same time.  “I think everyone’s heading out day after tomorrow, so the last day and a half should just be us and the boys, but your mom said they can go back with her if we want.”  Glancing up to him to see what he thought on that one as they made their way to the front of the villa they were staying in.  The porch light had not been on when they left, but now burned brightly, a sign to the woman that things were ready.

C.J.

Hearing her explanation of how this all was going to work, he nodded as it was all beginning to make a bit more sense. Meeting her eyes at the mention of the boys, another nod. “Guess we’ll see what they want to do when we get there.” he remarked honestly, hardly able to just ship them off if they wanted to be there with them as surely they had just as much reason to celebrate as he watched her. Content with not making plans for once. Just taking things as they came and enjoying their time as their life was rarely so open. Usually things were scheduled down to the hour. There was a sense of freedom within this. Dragging her hand to his lips as he pressed to her knuckles and the back of her hand in the meantime.

Erin

A nod was there at her head as she agreed that was for the best.  She had only wanted the night with C.J. by herself.  Beyond that, she imagined there would be plenty of family time as well as time with the others that had flown all the way out there to see the two wed.  Feeling that kiss at her hand, she looked up towards him, resting her cheek against his upper arm.  “So you weren’t mad that I didn’t tell you?” she asked, wondering now in the aftermath what his thoughts were with the surprise wedding.  She had been up and down about it when it came to what he might think, never wanting to steal his involvement, but wanting only to surprise him.  Arriving at the door of the villa, she came around in front of him, her free hand venturing down into his pocket to steal the key, though she’d take her time in doing so for other reasons.

C.J.

“Mad at you? Of course not.” nearly laughing at the suggestion, a surprise was never meant to be a bad thing. Hurtful. Hell, he did them enough. “No, it was great. I prefer it this way. Gave us that spring to just do it but involved people close to us. No potential hurt feelings, no guilt. Couldn’t have been anymore perfect. I feel the need to thank you but I don’t think you’d want to hear that…” going on a limb for that last bit, yet, still thanking her in that round about way as they got to the door. Feeling her hand slip within his pocket as he smirked softly at the length of time it was taking her. “Lose it? Deep pockets?” he posed figuratively as if he didn’t know any better.

Erin

“No thanking me,” she offered as she’d gotten just as much out of this as he had, if not more.  Her hand still fishing around in that pocket, though she’d touched the key multiple times.  “I liked the idea of sharing it with those that mean the most to us, but somehow keeping some privacy about it, if that makes any sense?”  she asked, finally seeming to catch her finger on the ring that held the key, trying to pull it free from his pocket, acting as though it were stuck for a long moment before finally drawing it from his pocket entirely.  Dangling it there before him as if she’d found the prize, an innocent smile to her features.  “So you were going to go out into Vegas tonight, to the Strip, with /that/ ring in your pocket?” she asked, quite amazed that he’d be so brave, already showing she was quite possessive over the piece of jewelry in such a short period of time.  “Do you have any idea how dangerous the city can be?” she teased as though they didn’t both know first-hand, or how much of a fight someone would have to come up on the two detectives, with their kids, and try to do a thing.  The thought had her laughing quietly as she turned in his hold to bring the key into the door, opening it where everything appeared to be the same as they had left it, though it was not.  Her hand in his drawing his arm around in front of her, keeping him close, tightening that hold as she lured him inside with her.

C.J.

"Thank you." Thanking her just because she told him not to in blatant defiance, he flashed her a telling smile as she drew out that key. "Voila." He announced before she briefly reemed him out. A roll of his eyes. "I didn't survive taking on one of the five back home to die in Vegas." He confessed as he had seen worse than what these streets to offer even if it had not been the best idea. Still, watching her open the door and guided him forward. Allowing it as he guided the door closed behind them and allowing her complete authority here.

Erin

As he pushed the door closed behind them, her hand had his arm secured around her waist as she leaned her back against his chest.  Tilting her head slightly to the side to allow herself to look up at him as she paused there inside the door.  “I wouldn’t have let you die,” she promised, though she knew he had himself well covered with or without her, but still quite liking to think she was the best partner he’d ever have.  Taking one step after another, keeping him pinned there to the back of her as she made her way through the villa to the door that led outside as if she’d just taken him through there for nothing.  Once they were outside again, she’d pause there as if the point of this was just to go outside again before she’d turn around and reveal to him a ladder that had been placed against the building just for them.  

C.J.

"Yeah, not before you got a life insurance policy out of me." He teased, stealing a kiss to her cheek as she kept them locked to one another, loving the closeness to her as he could have easily traveled through his day just like this. Feeling her guiding them as he remained attentive even as the ladder came into view. A cock of a brow in her direction showing he was falling apart on his own theories though the memory of what had happened on a rooftop once returned to him. Complete vulnerability. Telling her what he thought would make her run. The need to be honest. The paradigm shift as it all came full circle.

Erin

“It goes into effect at midnight,” she teased as though it were true, feeling that kiss to her cheek that had her leaning into it for a long moment.  “Letting your /wife/ fall would be a bad thing here,” she offered as she flashed a telling smirk before releasing the hold on his hand to reach down and lift the long linen dress up into one hand.  Though it was to be for later when the dress wouldn’t be an issue, there was no way she was letting this wait now.  Bringing her hand to the ladder, she began up, attempting to keep ahold of the dress at the same time, one slow rung at a time until she reached the top.  With a little help from the staffers, there was already a blanket against the rooftop, a place other visitors did not have access to.  On the blanket was a small chest of ice, complete with a six pack of beer within.  A couple of pillows laid back on the blanket, and beneath one sat his ring box.  Waiting for him at the top as she looked down, watching him with a smile there to her lips as she finally released the lower hem of her dress, standing at the top of that ladder as though she were his goal.

C.J.

"I will not let you fall...just be careful." He requested as he watched her dismount, ready to seek out her hips as she made him nervous with this task. Knowing getting down would be even more fun with gravity literally forcing them to the ground as he waited until she found her way up and he followed with ease a moment later. Standing atop that roof with her as the lights of the city were briefly eclipsing yet nothing could keep his eyes from her in that moment. Not even her mystery set up.

Erin

As he joined her there on the rooftop, she drew in to him as though the two had not parted a moment before.  From the patio off in the distance, they could see the guests there under white lights drinking and eating, celebrating their union, though the two had managed to slip away.  Her arms swept up around his neck as she lifted her chin to look upon his eyes, that slow smile there to her lips as a single hand came to the side of his face.  “I’m your /wife/,” she whispered, drawing that much closer to the man.  “Your wife,” she stated again, finding it to be quite the concept.  Not guiding him towards the blanket as she was perfectly satisfied for the moment standing atop the one-story building with him, feeling every bit as on top of the world as they were on top of the villa.

C.J.

Feeling her draw into him not a moment too early, his own arms finding her waist. Fingers tenderly brushing over her back from the otherside of the dress fabric. Still able to trace each inch of her to detail. Feeling her to his face, a soft smile seeking him out at the word choice. "Way ahead of schedule." He added. "Yet, not nearly soon enough." Kissing the tip of her nose, in awe of this woman of his.

Erin

Hearing his words, she’d melt all over again.  It was way ahead of schedule, that much wouldn’t get her.  The rest, however, would make her feel weak.  She knew why she wanted to marry him.  She had felt the love grow from a bantering friendship.  She knew every step of what she felt for him, but she’d never quite understand what it was he saw in her.  She wasn’t relationship material when the two met.  She wasn’t interested in anything remotely close to it, and yet he’d chosen her before she’d even known she was chosen.  Feeling that kiss to the tip of her nose, her eyes held a softness about them.  “You told me a long time ago that you loved me first.  That you wanted me long before I wanted you.  But I don’t know that you’ve ever told me why…”

C.J.

Meeting her eyes as she spoke, he smirked softly. "I'm sure I've tried and probably failed." He remarked honestly, a deep breath in attempt to make sense of it as his arms remained wrapped around her. "I guess...I mean, I never thought you were as irredeemable as you thought you were but...you always had a warm heart. I was impressed by your strength, I could tell you were waging somekind of war in there but it had not turned you cold. I guess your warmth and your strength are what really had me there. I struggled with those things. I lost myself somewhere between. Got cynical. Had to reteach myself alot of things and I saw alot of myself in you. Afraid but wanting more, wishing someone would see the potential but pushing them away. I knew what I was capable of and I knew what you were capable of and I don't know...you were hard to not fall in love with, Erin...and I was never that guy until you turned me into one."

Erin

Hanging on his every word, letting herself feel it to her core, this was a place she’d forever not understand despite his best efforts.  She wasn’t kind to him in those early days.  She was downright mean at times.  Yet he had kept on it, over and over again.  As she listened, some of it made sense, sinking in little by little, though it left her not knowing what to say.  He’d rendered her speechless as he was so famous for doing by this point.  His depth was beyond her own ability.  To look at a rock and see something more was something she didn’t know how to do, but if not for his skill in doing just that, they wouldn’t be standing atop that roof in that moment.  “Thank you,” she whispered, as it was about the only thing she could manage there, thanking him for seeing something in her she couldn’t have seen then.  A soft hand there to the side of his face, a slow moment where she didn’t make a move to kiss him or take him somewhere else.  Just allowing herself to be satisfied there in his arms as words failed her completely.  Drawing in closer, her head turned to rest against his chest as she let her eyes fall closed.  Taking in his scent there against his shirt, allowing just a brief time of reflection there as her mind flooded with flashes of memories all culminating into this night.  “I love you,” she whispered there against his chest, not for the response, not needing to hear it, just wanting him to know and never forget.

C.J.

"No thanks." Quoting her moments before, feeling her still to his face as they drew in that silence. Feeling her turn to his chest as he kissed the top of her head. Letting her marinate on it all as he gave up a slow smirk. "And I love you." He answered without hesitation, for the same reasons. Needing her to know it as if she'd ever be able to effect. Like he wouldn't be there everyday to remind her. "And I always will." Adding his 'post-secret' of sorts for reinforcement.

Erin

Hearing the customary response from the man, it would never be seen as customary and never as a response.  Its own sentiment, standing alone, meaning more to her than perhaps any other phrase until he let the last one slip forth.  Feeling it to her very core, she drew back from him to meet his eyes, letting her hands pass down his arms as she sought out his hands.  No words left her lips as she took a step back, guiding him to the blanket that awaited them, one step at a time.  Her eyes remained fixed on his, trusting he’d not let her bump into anything or heaven forbid fall off the rooftop.  When finally she felt the texture change beneath the sandals on her feet, she held to his hands to lower herself down against the blanket where she’d move back against the pillows piled there at the other end.  Releasing one of his hands if only to slip her hand beneath the pillow to find the ring box there beneath.  As he still stood, she drew it there before her, keeping it closed as a slow smile graced her lips.  “My first gift to my husband,” she whispered, eyes suggesting he sit with her as she maintained control of the black box.

C.J.

Watching her sit, he stood taking her in for that moment after safely guiding her back towards that blanket. Fishing under one of those pillows for a purpose before her retrieval leaving him with the knowledge that a naked ring finger was soon to be a thing of the past. Hearing her follow up statement. "I swear, I'm never going to get tired of hearing that." He commented honestly as he lowered himself to sit beside her. Stealing a quick kiss from her as sheer proximity left him unable to help himself. Feet to the concrete outside of the blanket as he crossed his arms over the top of his knees.

Erin

“Me either,” she offered honestly, something he’d need to have some tolerance on as it would more than likely be passing her lips quite frequently as she was just simply in awe of it.  Meeting his lips for the brief kiss as he found his place there beside her, before it was gone all too soon.  “When I spoke to him on the phone, the pastor asked me if I wanted to do a traditional service, or something shorter.  I told him I thought something short and sweet was a little more our style.  He went through the service order with me and there towards the end was the ring exchange during the vows.  Although it was a very traditional thing to exchange the rings then, I thought maybe we’d like to have that for ourselves.  Something our way without watching eyes.  Something private that no one else was a part of since most of that was for the boys and everyone else.  But this, I wanted this.  I wanted us by ourselves where we could be the best version of ourselves.  It’s funny in a way because you did it your own way back there on our walk and I couldn’t have asked for anything more in line with what I was already thinking.  Something that fit us.  So, with that said,” she whispered as she opened the box in the palm of her hand, not allowing him to see the ring she had selected for him with a little help from his mother.  Keeping it tightly held in her hand, she brought it to her lips to place a kiss against it that would fade, though she hoped the memory never would.  Bringing the band to his finger, she slipped it down the length of his finger before she’d allow her hand to slip back, finally allowing him to see the ring that would take up residence on the far too long empty finger.

C.J.

"It's our way." He stated honestly and maybe he had not wanted always wanted it that way. There were moments when the privacy was frustrating. When he wanted to scream it from the rooftops. Just to date the woman properly. To not be one another's dirty little secret as she had never had the capacity to be such. Yet, they had found security in that privacy and here was where they flourished truly. Not surprised by how right she had been for a minute. Allowing her at his finger after tenderly nursing the ring where he watched as she made it into his finger. Smirking softly as both of them had gone the non-traditional route. "Aw shit, I got bling." In a display of just how white he was, he flashed her a smile upon inspection of the ring before he was leaning into press his lips to hers.

Erin

His words brought a laugh to her lips, though they didn’t have her second guessing that choice too much.  His kiss stole her laugh for a moment before she drew back to eye the band there on his hand.  “It’s not too much bling though,” she offered, quite liking the way it looked on his hand.  Leaning her head against his shoulder as she brought her hand there to his, putting the two rings side by side as they had both officially marked themselves as taken in every sense of the word.  Her fingers slipping between the spaces of his own, allowing the two rings to meet together for the first time.  Nothing about their union traditional, including the rings they had each chosen for the other.  “If you’d rather no bling, I won’t be upset,” she promised, turning her head to rest her chin at his shoulder, having known weeks ago that it was a risk, but one she was willing to take.  

C.J.

"No, it's fine..." he returned, looking over it as it might not have been his traditional choice. Tell the man that he would be wearing one with such a description and he might have laughed but as he looked at it, the more he liked it. "5 diamonds...you, me, Bash, J and..." smiling softy, he let her piece that one together. That they'd need one more to make this work. Feeling her at his shoulder, eyes passing over both rings together getting used to the sight of it as it would without a doubt be an adjustment but one he would be happy to align to. He had worked towards this with all his might, after all.

Erin

She’d give this time.  If it didn’t feel right to him in a few days, he’d have a new band, something like the other she had considered the day she bought this one, not letting herself get hung up on this for now, trusting him to let her know if it wasn’t right for him.  As he started in with the diamonds, her eyes lifted to meet his.  “And…” she returned, a slow whisper there at her lips as she caught where he was going with this.  “And a little girl,” she whispered, her statement just a little too quick, revealing her own thoughts there.  As if she was alone in that house full of boys, needing a little girl to round it all out, or at least come close.  Pressing her lips to his shoulder for a long moment as she had already thought of the two of them having one of their own at least a dozen times over.  “You want to have a baby with me?” she asked, unable to hide her own desire there within her hazel eyes, though she’d try with all her might to remain neutral on the subject.  Her eyes though would give her away every time.  

C.J.

Laughing softly as she mentioned a little girl, he felt her at his shoulder as he stole a kiss to her forehead. "Even then, we'd still outnumber you." He reminded her as the Luciano boys still held majority under those circumstances. Yet, he couldn't deny that the concept sounded down right amazing. Hearing her question, they had talked about this before. He nodded. "I promised you dimpled babies." He reminded her, glancing down to meet her eyes at the origin story. "if that is what you'd like then yes but I'd never want to pressure you in that direction. I really like being a father. I'd do it a dozen times over if I could."

Erin

“I don’t know about a dozen…” she offered, having been that woman who wanted no children, no husband, no obligations at all.  Now sitting before him as his wife, mother to his two boys, and seriously wanting to have one of their own.  Things might not have changed in taking those vows, but things had certainly changed from the beginning.  She’d wanted a good relationship with his boys, but the idea of having one of their own, she’d been back and forth on.  Until now.  A slow nod was there at her head as she let it speak for her in agreement.  “Maybe I stop taking the pill…” she offered as her means of contribution there, “If you can promise me a girl.  I can handle three to two.  I can’t do four to one.”  She teased, though it might be the best way to get closer to the dozen number if she had to keep trying for a girl.

C.J.

“Said I’d /do/ it a dozen times over. Not that I want to.” he clarified as he eyed her, knowing full well that the man would struggle with the lack of alone and down time for that as those were two necessities in his life. Especially in their field. Hearing her suggestion of the pill, her rebuttal drawing a smirk out of him as he placed a hand over her knee. “I want you to think about that for a few days before we consider that. We’ll talk about it but…it’s not a little decision, you know? I think this is one thing that shouldn’t be spur of the moment and I know you’ve been a little lukewarm which is fine. Obviously. Wouldn’t be here with you if I wasn’t completely fine with any potential scenario…” he reminded her as his eyes sought out hers.

Erin

Sitting on a blanket of a rooftop, though not quite as high as the last one had been, still wearing that which they had been legally united wearing, discussing future plans was a little much and though she knew it, it would take him pointing it out to her to make her realize it.  She was on a high, operating and existing within that high.  A nod found her head as he suggested they give this time to be truly thought through and considered.  “And this is why I love you,” she reminded him, one of many reasons, but forever based in his ability to balance her out as much as she’d like to think she balanced him.  Leaning into him, she pressed her lips to his, in no rush to leave this rooftop and rejoin the dinner in their name occurring just a few hundred feet away.  Her hand slipping up to the side of his face as she drew in closer while still sitting beside him on that blanket.

C.J.

“And this is why I love you.” his own proof coming in a way she might not have realized. The fact that he did not have to be careful with her made all the difference. He didn’t have to watch himself. To be fearful of her taking it wrong. To walk on broken glass. No, she got that he wasn’t being mean or a jerk. Just looking out for her. As she pressed her lips to his, he was there to intercept her kiss and return it. Drawing closer into her as there wasn’t a single place he’d want to be more than in her arms now and at the end of the day. Knowing that if all the rest went away, as long as he had her and his boys that he’d still be the happiest man on the face of this planet for it.

Erin

There was no part of the woman upset or put off by his asking that she think things over.  Hell, it had taken her long enough to think over just about every other step in their relationship, it only made sense.  Feeling him return her kiss, night was falling around them.  The evening ceremony had stolen those last minutes of broad daylight, transitioning into sunset, where now the cloak of darkness wrapped against a city of light.  Slowly drawing back from his lips, she held one last thing up her sleeve to commemorate the night, yet it wouldn’t be exposed quite yet.  Leaning back against the pillows that lined the top edge of the blanket, she reached within the small ice chest to withdraw two beers, offering one there into his hand.  “A rooftop date is not complete without alcohol and the heavy discussions.”  She reminded him as it had been in their first and now in this as well.  With a beer in one hand, her other slipped to his thigh as she stared up into the darkness of the sky with him, just soaking every minute of it in.  “So, Luciano, how does it feel to be married?” she asked, a smirk to her lips as she referred to him by his last name as she had so many times in those early stages of their relationship, only this time it was hers as well.

C.J.

Feeling her draw back from his lips, he smiled softly before watching her at those beers. Taking one from her with a polite biding of thankfulness before he was cracking open the twist-top lid. Reaching out to do the same for her own before he was bringing the bottle to his lips. Humming upon the delivery of her question. “Best feeling.” he stated honestly between sips of beer as he placed it down gently on the concrete. “In the world.” he added conclusively as he glanced over towards her with a telling grin. “Just knowing that that is the face I get to wake up to everyday and know she is all mine. Nothing better.”

Erin

As she leaned back against those pillows, she felt him take her beer and open it for her, showing just another reason why she loved him as he was always taking care of the little things for her without even thinking about them.  A soft smile was there to her lips as she heard him answering her question.  Her hand tightening there at his thigh as she took a drink from the bottle in her hand.  “You know you already got to wake up to this face, albeit scary at times, and I hope you already knew I was all yours,” she returned, though she knew what he meant.  A telling smirk before she was drawing another drink forth from the bottle before setting it off to the side of her as well.  A whistling sound off in the distance out over an empty field behind the villas drew her attention before the sky lit up with the explosion of fireworks.  Leaning into him, she was now officially out of tricks.  “Good thing you said yes to the wedding now bit or there might not have been anyone to watch these,” she teased, pressing a kiss into the sleeve of his shirt.

C.J.

“Never scary.” he quickly interrupted, not able to wait until she was done to get that one out. Hearing the whistling sound. Anything remote to bulletfire always got his attention but as he felt her lean into him and the light of the sky. He suddenly understood. Listening to her, he had to shake his head. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Erin…” he stated, trying not to laugh but failing. “Anything else? This is literally the craziest thing I have ever been a part of…” he stated, as he had underestimated her a million times over and could have never expected this. Feeling her against his sleeve, he was leaning down beside her. Taking up a pillow for himself as his arm reached out to pull her into her spot there over his arm and against his chest.

Erin

“That isn’t me, actually,” she confessed as this was courtesy of the hotel entirely.  As he leaned back, she was drawn easily in there beside him, a laugh at her lips to his reaction.  “I suggested a small platform to set off some small ones ourselves with the boys.  This is their interpretation of that,” she confessed, situating herself there in her spot at his chest as her hand drew over his stomach.  “There is nothing else,” she whispered, lifting her chin with a smirk to her lips.  “Okay, maybe one thing, but it’s not a big deal, promise.  Very small, weighs next to nothing, and more than likely won’t last five minutes…” she offered, a lift of her eyes as though to give him a very strong hint.

C.J.

Hearing her mention something else being there, his brows lifted as he glanced down towards her. Lips finding the top of her head as his hand gently rubbed over her back. Thinking he was onto her but willing to play dead for the sake of his own suspicions. “Is it something you wear?” he asked curiously, not sure if it was wishful thinking or not but that last bit a strong suggestion to him as his fingers traced down her spine. Attempting to see if he could feel anything under there to set him off.

Erin

Another set of fireworks being set off just behind the one before, lighting up the sky off in the distance, and yet the two had found their way into something else entirely.  “Maybe,” she offered, shrugging her shoulders as though she couldn’t be certain.  Feeling his hand up her spine, she lifted up slightly, nipping at his lower lip as she drew herself partially over top of him.  “You are cheating,” she offered, her dress draping there against his leg as her own leg drew between his.  “You want to find out, you gotta get me off this rooftop, feed me dinner, dance with me at our reception, and then… /maybe/ I’ll let you in on it.”

C.J.

“It is…” pressing his fingers over her with the need to now locate what she had on, hearing her statement as she drew over him. Hearing her statement as he gave up a slow nod. “I will do all of those things…” he promised her, his eyes drawing into hers as he reached out. Hand slipping out to the side of her face. Thumb brushing over her jawline as he leaned up. “Just gimme’ one minute to not gross out my kids, alright?” he asked, nose nudging hers as he lured his lips back to hers. Just needing that quiet, private moment with her to find his center. Holding that kiss as he drew his source of comfort through to him as he always had.

Erin

As his hand found the side of her face, there was a soft nod to answer his question as she’d be more than willing to comply.  Feeling that nudge of his nose before his lips found hers once again as they had time and time again since the two had finally found their way to one another.  A soft hum there at her lips, bringing both of her own hands there to the back of his neck, drawing into him just as heavily as he drew into her.  Knowing if she stayed here much longer, she’d prefer it over any amount of food or dancing, though it would also mean a lot of awkward glances from their unit for the next four days at their disappearance during their own wedding.  Her lips parted for her tongue to ease at the part of his own lips, threatening to deepen the kiss as she allowed herself to fall captive there in his hold.

C.J.

Not wanting anything else then that kiss, he had every intention on giving her what she deserved here and a night to remember. He just wanted to feel close to her before they returned to the public eye. Nothing too overtly inappropriate about this yet not appropriate for young eyes and comfortable for even the older ones. Feeling her to the back of his neck, a hand slipping over the back of her hand and over her wrist and forearm. Feeling her lips part for him which he welcomed. Parting his lips where he allowed her within to the greeting of his own tongue. As innocent as the two could be considering.

Erin

An act so traditionally filled with passion, leading to something else for the two, was not at all.  In this moment, it was just simply sharing in that closeness between them, celebrating in their own way, with every intention of soon rejoining that which waited for them.  Though that warm feeling within her would rise every time.  After months and months of learning to fight it, she would be faced with the same battle now, only leading her to want him more and more as the night went on.  Her tongue there through the part of his lips found his, a soft movement of her own against his as she felt the path of his hand against her arm.  Each part of them engaging in one another in some way, their bodies forever in tune to the other’s.  A slow pass of her tongue against his before she would draw back into the confines of her own mouth, luring him there to follow.

C.J.

His hand to her face trailed his fingertips down her jawline and just underneath of her chin. Feeling her lips withdraw where he was drawing into her own mouth. Inhaling slowly as her comfort filled him. Warmed him. Made him the man he needed to be each day as she always did. Smiling softly into her kiss as it was literally like the man’s batteries were being recharged from the within, he wasn’t sure she’d ever understand her effect on him. Nor would he be able to explain it and make any sense yet there he was feeling it and quite hoping that it would never stop serving such a duty for him.

Erin

Feeling his hand there beneath her chin, forever her favorite way to be engaged by him, it transported her altogether back to her own apartment nearly two years prior as though no time had passed in the slightest.  That nervous feeling would rise up within her, though she wasn’t nervous with him at all.  It would forever hold a new and delicate feeling to it, which was potentially one of her biggest fears when it came to taking the matrimonial plunge.  Yet there before him, laid partially over top of him, his ring on her hand, his name permanently attached to her own, she still felt that feeling deep within her.  This between them had to be protected and remain just theirs.  Feeling his tongue over her own, she’d tilt her head to the side to afford them more comfort in the exchange as she flooded him with that which she well knew they both needed.  Remaining there for a long moment before she was withdrawing, sealing her lips to his, attempting to keep the both of them longing for one another late into the night.  The smile of his lips that had helped break that kiss was replicated on her own as she felt complete bliss there with him.  “I love you,” she offered softly, knowing it didn’t need to be said to be understood, and yet enjoying saying it to her husband perhaps more than she’d ever enjoyed saying it before as she found herself in that same place as he had stated, knowing he was now forever hers.

C.J.

Feeling her draw back, he knew it was time for it. He could only mourn so much for her yet he knew soon, he would mourn for that same kiss. Feeling her break off and replacing it with those words, he flashed her a telling smile as he met her eyes. “I love you more.” he challenged with a telling nod as his lips were finding the tip of her nose. Deep seated affection running through his veins as he pressed his forehead to hers. Knowing the time was nearing for the inevitable.

Erin

“You don’t get to use that anymore,” she offered in a hushed tone, feeling that kiss to her nose before she was pressing her forehead softly to his, nudging her nose against his as if that band on his hand said she loved him just as much.  “Equality,” she offered, teasing him as a telling smile took her over.  Remaining there for but a moment before she was leaning back onto her knees to start the process of getting up.  “We can come back up here later if you want,” she offered, extending her hand to his as she rose to her feet, using him to pull against while also offering to help him do the same.  

C.J.

“I’m always going to use that.” laughing softly at the presumption that he would not do this. That it would go away with marriage. He shoo his head at the mention of equality after feeling her nose to his. Watching her lean back up, he was slowly leaning up himself into a seated position with his hands still behind him. “Gonna’ go to my deathbed telling you that I love you more and I loved you first…” he reminded her, using her hand in complete mockery to pretend as she helped him up considering any weight or pull against her would have toppled her ontop of him. “Nah, I know where I wanna’ be later.”

Erin

It was pretty hard to be mad at a man who promised to live his life reminding her of the depths of his love for her.  She couldn’t do it.  She could only strive to make sure he knew and felt just as loved as he made her feel.  As he found his feet with barely any help from her, she was tilting her head to the side as she knew where she wanted to be later as well.  In truth, it couldn’t happen soon enough.  Yet there were people who had flown an awful long way just so they could see this union take place first hand.  “So we give this what… an hour?” she offered, thinking it was about fifty-five minutes longer than she wanted to give it.  A telling smirk there to her features, she kept his hand there within her own as she was walking back over towards that ladder.  Knowing going down was harder than coming up as gravity liked to play tricks there from time to time.  “You go first so you’ll catch me if I bust my ass,” she offered, a laugh there beyond the request as she tightened her hand in his for a fleeting moment before releasing him altogether.

C.J.

“Sounds good to me.” hearing her adding a time frame upon this before they’d slip off to their own devices, he nodded at mention of going first. What he had been expecting to do anyway as he allowed her to release his hand. Beginning the slow descent down the ladder step by step before he landed. Glancing up as he was now ready for her. Arms spread to suggest he was ready. “Just be careful…please. For my sake.” he added, not ready to lose his newly-fangled wife so easily, quickly or abruptly.

Erin

Flashing a flawless smile down to him, she couldn’t quite kill the mental image in her head.  Letting herself enjoy that one for just a moment before she’d ultimately turn around, taking up the length of her dress in her hand, easing her way down that ladder carefully.  Once she was safely on the ground before him, she turned around, tilting her head to the side as if to say ‘tada’, though she’d only smile.  “Forty-five minutes is enough, right?” she offered, narrowing that time frame down little by little as they were entirely too close to the bedroom of the villa at this point and the woman was known to get drawn to such situations quite easily.

C.J.

“and not a minute more.” he stated at the suggestion of their count down, hands lingering to her back as she saw herself down that ladder as if he’d catch her. Happy to see her safely arriving to the ground and before him as they set off their internal countdown. Knowing the two would not be able to keep their hands off of one another. Not tonight, not tomorrow or the night after as they never had and this was just the beginning.

Erin

His response had a smile to her lips as this man was every bit in line with her own thinking.  This was why a private wedding would have been better.  She knew this going in.  But it was hard to keep it as such when they were part of such a functioning family both personally and professionally, perhaps a little heavier towards the professional side of things.  Drawing a breath, she’d need that strength to make their way back through the inside of the villa, past the hall that would lead to the bedroom, and out the front door to find that path to the patio where their guests were already well through their meals.  Attempting to keep her mind away from the bedroom, she nudged her elbow gently to his side as she cut her eyes up towards him.  “You think you might be willing to dance with your wife?” she asked, hopeful hazel eyes directed to him.

C.J.

“Of course.”  The man stated upon her question as the woman would get whatever she wanted today. Not only was it her wedding day as well but in thanks for all that she had done for him there. For them. Even if it meant dancing yet he could manage a slow waltz well enough just not much after that. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. Not so long ago, they could not have made public displays of affection. Not there they were. Unable to help himself and even if he could, the sheer look of love in the man’s eyes would reflect it. From a hundred feet away, his love was still there. Sheer pride that she was his. That he had gotten that ring on her finger as there was one thing he could be certain of; she had never been better loved nor would she ever find another to compete with half the love he felt in his heart for her.

Erin

Looking up at him as she offered that jab of her elbow to his side, the hope in her eyes as she asked him to manage a dance with her, she was instantly smiling at his agreement.  She could count on one hand how many times in their relationship that they had shared a dance, yet each and every one of them meant the world to her.  She wasn’t a dancer, not ever.  She’d never been that girl at all.  Yet there was something about being in love with this man that made her want it, along with about a million other things as well that she’d never imagined herself to be.  He looked good on her, of that she was certain.  The changes, though seemingly small, were vast, and not a single person in attendance could say that they didn’t look good on the woman.  As they came up to the patio deck where their guests were finishing their meals, she couldn’t think about eating.  Not now.  “Forty-four minutes,” she reminded him, flashing that trademark smile of hers in his direction before slowly letting her hand separate from his as two little boys approached the both of them.  They had been gone entirely too long for the two boys, one of which was looking particularly tired at this point.  Erin lifted Bash there to her hip, a soft grunt at her lips to the weight the boy was carrying.  “Think someone’s partied out,” she offered, finding C.J.’s mother approaching.  Both boys were told to come say goodnight, having had waited until the two returned to bid their farewells for the evening.  A quiet ‘goodnight, mom’ was whispered into her neck, prompting a strong draw of her breath at the word and just how much more it seemed to mean today.  She closed her eyes, bringing one hand to the back of the boy’s neck where she pressed a kiss to his forehead.  “Goodnight, Bash.  I love you.”  Those three words were easily passed back to her as J.J. offered his dad the same.  Erin turned, offering the smaller of the boys to C.J.’s hold for him to get his goodnights in while Erin wrapped her arms around J.J., pressing a kiss to his cheek.  

C.J.

“42 minutes and 13 seconds”he returned, showing just how dedicated he was to that secret number and the count down. Shooting her a telling smile before she released his hand at the welcoming of the boys. The only time he’d allow her to let go of his hands. Watching as she lifted up the littlest of the two, he had to laugh. “Look, it’s a little person holding a little person” he teased with a telling smirk, thinking himself quite funny in that moment as did the older boy. Whether it be it was actually funny or sheer fatigue, he’d never know. Saying goodnight to J. before he was handed Bash. Repeating the same as he pressed a kiss to the boy’s face. Explaining how much he loved him as if the boy would ever understand what those words meant before he was handed off to his grandmother to be seen to bed. Watching as they were taken off to rest and knowing the two would sleep like babies that night.

Erin

With both boys hugged and kissed perhaps a little too much that night, they were taken by his mother to her villa just beside Erin and C.J.’s, assuring the couple the privacy of the night.  Once they had made their way down that same sidewalk, Erin’s hand was already back in C.J.’s again, never parting him for too terribly long, especially not today.  The countdown still alive and well in both of their minds as they made their way through the tables, grabbed and hugged along the way, congratulations flowing in their direction almost constantly.  It would take exactly eight minutes of this before Erin was turning into his chest.  Her chin lifted, eyes set upon his, with a familiar bite to her lower lip.  “One dance, one piece of cake, and then you take your /wife/ to bed?” she offered, cutting down on this forty-five minute time table as she couldn’t get the bedroom out of her head.  

C.J.

As the woman found his chest, he met her eyes as he nodded. “Deal.” he stated, a crack of a smile as he quite liked the sound of that last part. Leaning in where he pressed his lips gently to hers. The two were entitled to excessive amounts of PDA and he intended to make the most of it as his arms gently warped around her. Finding it hilarious how he had waited so long for this moment but he was now counting down the clock with her. Dividing up their time. “One of us is going to have to act really, really drunk to get out of this…” he reminded her simply, only able to wonder which one of them would have to get started on the pretending to be sloshed game.

Erin

The return of his agreement to her plan had an instant smirk on the woman’s face reading nothing but wanting to get back to their villa and out of the dress.  Returning his kiss with no reservation, under the eyes of many from their unit, her hand slipped up to rest at the side of his face.  There had been speculation of them dating previously, yet none could quite picture it.  Over time, some had seen their connection, yet never would they ever see it so proudly on display as they would here.  Although, it wasn’t a display at all, but two people so in love with one another that the bounds of professionalism could never truly hold them.  Humming there to his lips, she brought her hand down from his cheek to tap her finger at his chest.  “I don’t act drunk, but I could /be/ drunk, so I say we go with you,” she commented honestly, as if nothing else it could be wildly entertaining to watch at least while they were waiting on that time to run out.  “Shall I grab you a drink?” she teased, lifting to her toes to steal his lips once more before turning around to see if she could find him a glass.  If nothing else, he had to be /seen/ with a glass, even if it was the same one throughout to give the illusion of truly having been drinking.  

C.J.

“I’ll atleast try to get as close to the real thing in about 10 minutes as I can…” he offered as he watched her waiting for a drink, a moment later a waiter appeared as he got two glasses of his own. One for each hand. One glass he quickly shot down before he was placing it down on the tray before he was glancing down towards her. “Don’t ever try to say that I don’t love you…” he teased with a wink before his lips were introduced to that second glass.

Erin

As he took to the first glass hard and fast, Erin’s eyes would widen.  “If you get actually drunk here, I’m going to kill you,” she reminded him with a swift grasp of his ass as she glanced up at him.  “Maybe we do the cake and then the dance,” she offered, thinking if he was slightly intoxicated in the dance, it might be the right time to somewhat display it so that they could get out of the rest of the party that could easily take place into the early morning hours knowing the group that was in attendance.  “I’ll let you show me how much you love me in about twelve minutes,” she suggested as she slipped away from him to go let someone know they were ready to do the cake, a wink displayed there over her shoulder as she flashed him a smile of pure innocence.

C.J.

Hearing her mention of actually getting drunk, he had to laugh. “I just want to get a little bit of a buzz so it’s not a complete lie.” he returned as he worked on that second glass, hearing her mention about twelve minutes which had a hum to him as he watched her slip off. Watching her glance back to him before he suddenly felt a near dead on collision of male arms bum-rushing him and narrowly managing to stay on his feet as the crowd eclipsed. A brief distraction as the guys of the department joined him. A mention of two about making up for a bachelor party which he could only imagine would get downright shameful in this company before he was finally able to slip out from the circle with enough back pats and shoulder squeezes for a lifetime.

Erin

The path to the hotel concierge on site was one that would be interrupted with every step she took.  Just a few more feet and she was there, putting things into motion, but it would easily take ten minutes to accomplish the task.  When finally she was there, face to face with the man standing watch in a tuxedo, overseeing and assisting as needed, she had a look of relief on her face.  “Think we’re about ready to do the cake, if that’s good?” she asked, not wanting to inconvenience, but also trying to move things along.  She was assured that it would be easily accommodated and the table would be brought out within minutes.  Erin thanked the man before turning around, attempting to spot C.J. in the crowd of people.  Instead of moving forward, she’d just watch as he was engulfed with guys from the department.  She saw him often as a cop.  She saw him as a father.  She saw him as her better half.  But to see him just being a guy, it was something different.  His dimples appeared to flare deeper as he interacted with the others.  She’d watch on for a few more minutes, stealing a glimpse of this man that loved her until the concierge was there at her side, the table being brought in as they spoke.

C.J.

Managing to get his way back towards his wife with a fresh glass in hand, making good on that promise of his to atleast get a buzz while he could. His hand finding her side as he face her. “Third glass in.” he seemed to promise her with a telling smile as he pressed his forehead gently to hers. “Any luck?” he asked curiously, knowing she had been full of hellfire and determination when she set out on her task.

Erin

When C.J. spotted her, returning to her quickly, their near constant magnetism drew them back into one another.  With his forehead there to hers, her eyes met his, a soft hum there at her lips.  “Mhm, and the cake is being brought in…now,” she promised as it made its appearance there within the confines of her statement.  Nothing too elaborate, but enough to signify the occasion quite well.  In truth, Erin hadn’t known what it would look like, as was true with most everything else they had come into this day as she’d simply asked for particulars, but cared not for the details.  There atop the cake was a cop and a bride, though a badge and a pair of handcuffs dangled from the bouquet the bride held, prompting a full laugh from Erin’s lips at the surprise details there.  With a knife laid beside the cake, Erin drew her eyes to his as she lifted it into her hand.  “You’re going to have to put your glass down for this,” she urged before glancing back to the cake where three defined cut lines laid against the frosting to allow for two perfectly sized pieces to be cut.  “Be kind,” she warned, for if he was not, she would not either.

C.J.

Putting down his glass at her urging, he heard her warning that drew a soft and dimpled grin. Always looking like he was up to something even when he wasn’t. “I always am.” he argued in return as he reached out, allowing his hand to lay over hers and guide the knife towards the first of those defined lines. “Convenient.” he hummed as he was quite impressed by that slight detail before his eyes were briefly distracted with what sat atop of the cake. “You think that’s a cop joke or ball and chain joke?” he asked of her.

Erin

Their hands worked together to cut against the tiny markers, dividing off two pieces of cake for the two.  Glancing there over her shoulder to catch his eyes upon his question, her mind was clearly somewhere else altogether.  “Maybe they know about the first birthday gift I ever got you,” she teased, reminding him of the handcuffs that were not used in a professional manner at all.  Once both pieces were drawn forth, she worked with him to guide them to the two plates before the cake.  Releasing the knife, she lifted the slice of cake between her thumb and fingers, turning around towards him as she held the threat of a mess should he choose such a route.

C.J.

“Maybe.” he stated simply, letting her lead the way on this effort as he watched her release the knife. Making sure she got the piece as he watched her already turning at him. His eyes regarding her carefully. “Choose wisely, Erin Josephine…” he threatened, making good on that newly fangled middle name privilege before he reached down to grab that other piece. Assuring he was armed and at the ready as he used a nearby plate to slip it onto.

Erin

Eyeing him, it was so tempting, especially after he threw that middle name at her.  An audible sound of disgust came forth from her as she looked up into those eyes.  They were deceiving.  So handsome and loving, his true feelings for the woman shining through, and yet he could throw daggers from his mouth.  The guests all gathered round, watching to see what the couple would do once armed with their respective slices of cake.  “I love you,” she assured, bringing the piece to his lips, seemingly with care.  It would take a split second before the palm of her hand would replace her delicate fingertips that had held the cake into place, smearing the contents against his mouth and nose.  She knew well that she’d now asked for it, but he did so first at the mention of that middle name she’d held out on for so long.

C.J.

Hearing her state that she loved him, he already knew that it was all over. His lips would part but he’d remain cautious before the texture hit his face and plenty going up his nose. “I knew it.” he alleged, already attempting to clear his nasal passage with the back of his hand as he was handed a napkin. Promptly freeing his nose of what he could before his eyes met hers. Fresh for revenge as he bought himself a moment. Eyes glancing down towards that fallen spot of cake that had passed clean down the front of him. “and the boys aren’t here to protect you…” he challenged a moment later, yet all in that same breath, he was guiding a piece of cake to her lips. Waiting until she was biting through the piece for his free hand to reach for the remaining sliver where he used the icing to draw across her forehead and down the bridge of her nose.

Erin

“It’s a good look for you,” she managed as she looked up at his face covered in frosting, though it would be fleeting when he was offered a napkin.  There, she knew she was done for.  Her warning to be kind was out the window at her own hand and somehow she knew the man wouldn’t go kindly about this after she hadn’t, though she wondered if she had been, if he would have.  There was too much power in the possession of the cake.  “Shit, shit, shit,” she repeated quietly over and over as the cake was brought to her lips.  She didn’t trust him, nor should she after what she’d done to him.  Her eyes pleaded for mercy, but her request would be denied.  Biting through the piece, she found a false sense of security as he’d been all too kind there until all at once, he was painting against her face with frosting.  She couldn’t help but laugh as the guests applauded the little showing that was actually quite accurate to their relationship at home.  Neither of them truly taking themselves too seriously most of the time.  A napkin offered to her as well, she refused as she brought both hands, frosting still there at her palm, to the sides of his neck, drawing him in to press her lips to his, furthering the mess he had left against her face.  

C.J.

Feeling her pressing her hands to his neck and distributing the mess further, he pressed his lips back to hers. Getting a good coating of the stuff that even the napkin could not get rid of yet he was happy enough that it wasn’t up his nose. That was all he asked as he smiled lightly against her kiss. Truthfully, too in love with the woman to be too mad at her yet he could pretend. Pulling his lips from hers only to lick up a bit of icing from her cheek if only to get her going further.

Erin

As their kiss broke in exchange for his tongue there against her cheek, there was a hard bite to her lower lip that could not be denied.  The ever helpful concierge stood nearby with two damp towels to assist the couple in cleaning up, yet he was ignored by Erin entirely as she fell victim to her new husband’s antics.  “Evil.  Pure evil,” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear her.  A slight shift of her head and she was stealing his lips again which seemed to be a near constant tonight as she couldn’t seem to quite keep her hands or lips off this husband of hers.

C.J.

“and all yours.” he assisted as she called him evil, not denying it but merely reminding her of what she had done that evening. Pressing his lips back to hers with a light smile. Humming low to her lips as his arms took to around her waist. The two were a bit excessive and they both knew it but they had worked for this and anyone in attendance would be hard pressed to find two human beings who loved another more than these two as his own love far exceeded the bounds that he would have ever allowed for himself yet he found himself unable to regret it.

Erin

“Mmm,” she hummed, quite liking the promise that he was /all/ hers for the rest of her life.  The guests would disperse a bit, returning to that which they had been enjoying before the spectacle of the cake while the wait staff came to slice the rest of the cake for the guests.  Finding that glass he had abandoned for the cake cutting, she finished off the contents of it before leaving it there on the edge of a table.  “You feeling drunk yet?” she asked, teasing him as she attempted to gauge his status of just how prepared he was for his grand display of drunkenness, as if they really needed it to get out of there.  Leaning into his ear, she whispered quietly, “because I’m definitely feeling like getting out of here and out of this dress.”  A gentle reminder to him as to what was at stake here as she took the opportunity to lightly nip at his ear.

C.J.

"No, turns out...I don't gotta be drunk if I have buttercream in my nasal passages. I get out for free." Pointing out these new rules, reaching for that wet towel for his neck, face and anywhere else she had touched as he felt her at his ear. Smiling softly at the reminder. "I'm definitely feeling like I'd like to get you out of that dress." He added as he knew they were getting closer. Now approaching that final step.

Erin

As the towels were offered, she’d take hers, yet didn’t move for a long moment after hearing his own comment about the state of her dress.  If only that dance didn’t mean anything to her, they could be halfway to the villa by now.  She realized it, weighed it, thought on it, but ultimately she’d use that damp towel to clean up her face and hands before returning it to the more than willing to help concierge.  A moment of thanks to him before she was turning around to find her husband there before her, taking his towel to do the same with.  “Just how bad do you want me out of this dress?” she asked, intent to keep their goals firmly in their minds even as they went through to the only thing left holding them back.  

C.J.

Hearing her question after he had handed back that towel. Arms still to her waist as he smirked lowly. Lips finding her ear. "So bad that if I don't get it soon, I'm going to have to request a new towel." Flashing her a telling smirk as he met her eyes. Seeing exactly what she'd think of that even if he'd hold her to this first dance as he knew it would mean alot to her.

Erin

His sentiment there would be met with a drawn out whine from the woman letting him know just how he got to her in moments such as those.  “Then I suppose now’s as good a time as any to tell you I forgot to wear panties?” she asked, giving him no time at all to respond to that before she was turning there in his arms, her hands stealing his as she led him out to the center of the tables where a clearing resided.  Music already played over the speaker system, yet she’d wait for no formal announcement before she was turning back towards him, grinning from ear to ear as her arms swept up around his neck.  

C.J.

"Perfect time " he assured her as it was just enough to see him through. Feeling her guide him to the floor. Watching as she turned around, feeling her at his neck as his hands wound around her. A lose grip to allow movement as his eyes remain caught on her. A low breath leaving him. "I swear, you get more and more beautiful. I get older and greyer and you get better looking."

Erin

There was something to it, which he’d learn if he hadn’t already; if she wore a dress, she’d more than likely forego undergarments.  It had been true at the gala and it was true now, as it would more than likely be anytime she found herself in a dress.  As she found herself wrapped in his embrace, he’d drop the insinuations that had followed them through the last twenty minutes or so in exchange for a sentiment she wouldn’t quite know what to do with.  Her cheeks flushed as she met his eyes, bringing one hand from behind his neck to allow her finger to barely graze his nose.  “/If/ I get better looking, it’s because /someone/ has made me the happiest woman alive,” she deflected, putting the blame to him as she always would.  Bringing that hand to the side of his neck, softly swaying there to the music as she let her own words settle in on her.  It was true.  Never in her life had she been as happy or complete as she was with him.  “Married to the sexiest man alive,” she added only a moment later as it was more than true for her.  Soft fingertips there at the scruff of his face, graying just as he swore it to be, and yet never as attractive to her as he was in that very moment.

C.J.

"I don't know about that but you definitely get better looking." Able to agree to that much as he'd let her sway lead him to begin his gentle steps. Hearing her statement which had a roll of his eyes as he felt her to his face. "You wish you were." He teased as he allowed a step back that would work as half steps until they found their stride. "Until you get to marry him, you are stuck with me."

Erin

Letting him guide this dance as she would every one before and any to come as he knew her dancing all too well on its own, though she’d continue to deny it to this day, she couldn’t deny the eye roll her words were met with.  It was expected, though what he’d follow with might not have been.  Only in the interest of playing into what he’d offer there, she’d nod her head.  “Suppose I’ll be making the best of it,” she teased as though it could be true that her time there was only a holding pattern, though she knew he knew differently.  As he guided their steps, she brought herself in closer, allowing her head to rest there at his chest.  The music had been turned up at the spotting of the couple taking the dance floor which would soon prompt others to do the same.  “So is this what an interpretive dance major gets me?” she asked, cutting her eyes up with a telling smirk there at her lips.

C.J.

"You sound disappointed." He teased at her suggestion about his made-up major. Though truthfully, he'd usually come up with a much different one as he met her eyes and her smirk. "The NYU dance program isn't what it used to be..." he continued as he pressed his lips to the tip of her nose. "We can't all be professional twerkers."

Erin

“Not at all,” she’d return quickly at the idea of disappointment.  She could never be disappointed, yet she’d catch that hint of teasing a bit more momentarily.  “Ah hah hah,” she offered, highly drawn out, at his little mention there, the first time the woman wouldn’t deny it; a little wedding gift for him, though he’d never get her to confess it any further than she did in that very moment.  “How about you shut up and kiss me,” she stated confidently, her hand there to the side of his face, urging him to complete that which he’d been charged with.  

C.J.

"Mmm...love it when you get fiesty." He confessed as she well knew as he leaned forward. Pressing his lips firmly back to hers without hesitation as she'd only need to say that once to get him answering that call. Half steps turning into full steps as they allowed themselves a little more freedom. Somehow managing all the same. Hands passing up her midback. Fingertips already aching with the desire to see that thing off of her and for the two to just exist in their private capacity. Finding it hilarious how all they had wanted was the public and now all they wanted was to go back.

Erin

As his lips found hers, she couldn’t resist the smile initially, letting him kiss it away as her hand found the back of his neck.  Deft fingertips held tight to him as she tilted her head slightly to the side.  The kiss was both expected and dangerous all at the same time as each bit of contact such as this had her mind closer and closer to the bedroom of the villa.  Though there were certainly eyes on the couple, she couldn’t feel any of them as it was as though they were dancing together in the privacy of their villa, exchanging a kiss that could easily lead somewhere else.  A soft hum of warning there at her lips as he felt her hands passing up her back.  Never once thinking of the steps her feet were taking as she purely held onto him, letting him take her in whichever direction he saw fit.  Slowly breaking the kiss, her forehead found the front of his shirt, leaning into him as she gave him every indication in that maneuver alone that she was ready when he was.

C.J.

Feeling her break the majesty of that kiss speaking words that were not yet invented, he felt her to his chest. Lips finding the top of her head as he rubbed her back. The final notes of the song laid out before they buying them their window to exit as he glanced down towards her. A light whisper. "There we have it." He stated honestly as his hand found the side of her neck. Bringing her to him for a lasting and firm kiss.

Erin

As the notes of the song concluded, she couldn’t hear them for her focus had shifted entirely to the words he offered.  The shift of his hand to the side of her neck had her lifting her chin to him just as it always would.  The promise in that kiss spoke loudly to her as she heard guarantees of a life together as well as whisperings of that which was just a couple hundred yards away within a villa without a dress.  The soft burn of his kiss to her lips held her attention fully as her grip to the back of his neck tightened with the intensity of that which he offered to her.  Giving up her lower lip to him, a private offering that she hoped he’d understand as she brought both of her feet to step up onto his toes in a way she had long ago done so.  If the last kiss hadn’t left her wanting him, this one would complete the task as her hand slipped down from the back of his neck to play at one of the buttons of his shirt, threatening if he didn’t soon get them out of there, she could not be held accountable for her actions.

C.J.

Feeling her step onto his shoes, he had to smile tellingly into the kiss. A way to come completely full circle. From there to here where he had attempted to convince her that he could see her through to the finish line. That he wasn’t a game, that he could be her end all if she’d just give him a chance. Part of him wanted to remind her, another part kept that part to himself as he felt her to the button of his shirt. Smiling softly as he was pulling back. “Alright, ready to say goodnight?” he asked, stepping out of that dancing formation to find her hand where he was taking a step forward to find his mother and say goodnight. Really the only person here he’d go out of his way to personally say goodnight to.

Erin

“Mhm,” she offered in return to his question, lips luring there to the curve of his neck just once as she dared to push this a bit further.  She’d only wish to thank the hotel manager as well as Hank for helping get the unit to Vegas, as well as the photographer and… Letting go of all of it, there was no one that she couldn’t thank the following day.  Instead of freeing herself from him in that moment, she’d lean into him instead, finding her place there to his side, molded against him as her head rested against his chest where anyone would be hard pressed to get her free of the man.  She had one place in mind and it was not in a sea of people, but with the only person who was over the age of fifteen that actually mattered to her in that moment.  Her hand at his chest continued with the threat of that button, putting him on a new time clock if there were any he wished to bid goodnight to, for the woman could not be trusted, as easily seen at multiple spots throughout their relationship.

C.J.

Managing to get to his mother somewhat easy who was already ready to head back towards the room anyway as she had exchanged duties of watching the boys briefly to catch the rest of the reception. Stealing a hug from her, knowing the two had been through alot that day but for good reason as he told her he loved her and waved off a few other people as they were making their exit finally. Arm sweeping around her to allow her to lead them out towards their location as he wasn’t entirely sure he could get there himself.

Erin

Though every bone in the woman’s body wanted to be heading back to the villa already, she wouldn’t let it affect the manner in which she partook in the goodbyes that came in their direction as they attempted their stealthy move there, but wound up caught a time or two.  Finally, they were able to slip off.  Feeling his arm there around her a little firmer than before, she’d draw her own around his back, linking her finger to the back pocket of his pants as she guided them back down that path towards the last villa at the end of the row where the rest of the guests were mostly staying.  Glancing up at him as they walked, there was a smile that seemed to be endless to her face at this point.  “Did you have a good time?” she asked, knowing he hadn’t wanted anything this big, in truth, neither had she, but all in all she thought it had been a good time and hoped he felt the same way.

C.J.

“Yeah, of course.” the question seemed to not give it all enough credit. The wash of feelings intense but he’d give her that much. A good time. “You did good.” he stated honestly, having completely taken him off guard from the beginning and that alone was impressive for the instinctive man. “I know we had discussed before just going to the court house but…I think I preferred it this way.” he confessed truthfully as he always wanted her to have this. It just seemed like something that was important. Something to look back on. Those memories. Feeling her in his back pocket as they made their way towards their location for the evening. “How about you?” he asked, arm draping over her shoulders.

Erin

“I did,” she promised, though she couldn’t take credit for doing well here.  Most of it had been at the hands of the hotel manager who asked her very little in preparation and took it upon himself to give the two of them a proper wedding and celebration.  In truth, it was as much for the boys as it was for them, and that’s the way she had wanted it.  “Is it wrong that I’m glad it’s over?” she asked, only able to imagine that so many others in their position must feel the same way at the end of it all.  It was great, done well, and certainly something to remember, but at the end of it all, she just wanted to be with him.  

C.J.

“No, I think that is a good thing…I mean if you were having too much fun there and didn’t want to be with me…” shrugging, as he might have been slightly insulted by the suggestion, he liked this much better. His eyes glancing down towards hers before he flashed her a telling smile. “Wife.” he stated simply, just to hear the sound of it leaving his own lips as he quite liked the way it sounded. Knowing he was going to be repeating the word to himself for weeks to come in the realization that he had one in the first place.

Erin

“Oh, I don’t think there is anything to worry about in that department,” she promised as her hand gripped against his ass there within his pocket as a telling smirk stole her features.  A hum found her lips as he heard him refer to her in that new title; one she had thought to avoid like the plague.  “I’m /your/ wife,” she stated as they neared the door of their own villa where she’d stop for just a moment outside of the door.  “Don’t kill me…” she whispered, her hand easing out from his pocket to bring it there against the side of his face.  “But could we go kiss the boys before we go in for the night?” she asked, her eyes drifting to the villa there next to their own where the boys were surely already tucked into bed for the night.

C.J.

As she stopped him, he could only imagine what she'd suggest. Yet, hearing her mention the boys, he was quickly smiling. "Because I could be mad at you for that?" A reminder that he had married the right woman who wanted to say goodnight to a pair of boys most likely deep asleep and unable to remember it anyway. "God, I love you." Thoroughly exasperated with the thought, he let her lead him once again to the right place.

Erin

As he reminded her that he couldn’t be mad at her for it, a brilliant smile swept her features.  “I love you too,” she promised, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as she made that turn towards the villa next to their own.  She knew they were probably asleep, but it was still the same.  Though tonight was meant to be for herself and C.J., it was every bit about those boys as well and she took seriously every promise she’d made to them.  There was only twenty feet or so between small buildings there, leading them to the doorway in just a moment’s time.  Since they’d bid farewell to his mother back at the reception, she wasn’t quite sure who was in the rotation to sit with the boys, prompting her to lift a tiny hand to knock against the wooden structure.

C.J.

Feeling a bit funny knocking on the door, it would only take a moment until a familiar face was opening it. Yet, one had hadn’t seen in a good while with the exception of the wedding; his uncle who had been checked in for the task. Greeting him in Italian before the man was congratulation him. Wrapping him in a dense hug with a kiss to the cheek though the man bore a stark resemblance to C.J. or atleast what he would look like. The old school Costra Nostra type. Explaining that they were here to check on the boys where only then he’d let them in, teasing that he wouldn’t stop them from their time as he glanced down to Erin to explain that they could go in. “You shoulda’ used that Rosetta Stone kit I got you for Christmas…”

Erin

Every word spoken was not understood by the woman as she stood beside C.J., only waiting until someone did her a favor there of translating or moving so she could go kiss the boys goodnight.  As C.J. teased her, she nodded her head, sarcasm dripping from her lips.  “I keep meaning to when I’m bored off my ass, but it just always seems to slip my mind,” she teased back as the woman had barely any down time as it was, not to mention enough time to learn a foreign language.  Nudging her elbow gently into him, she’d smirk up to him before they were let through the door.  “If I learned the language, what would I need you for?” she asked, slipping through the doorway before him in search of the boys.  With the villa laid out exactly the same way as their own, it wasn’t hard to find the room housing two sleeping boys sharing a Queen sized bed.  “They didn’t want to sleep in their own rooms?” she asked, leaning against the door, not wanting to wake them, though she’d slip in momentarily.

C.J.

“They’re not used to being apart.” he reminded her as the two did most things together, only able to imagine what the day would look like when they went off to different schools as he watched her slipping into the room. Following a moment later as his hand found her back. Approaching the edge of the bed where the two were completely clonked out making him smirk softly as he leaned over. A kiss ontop of J’s head who was laying completely across the bed. Ironic considering he was the biggest of the two and leaving Bash to lay amongst the side of the bed to find room.

Erin

At C.J.’s guiding, the two entered the room where the boys were fast asleep.  They easily looked two to three years younger each as the two approached, something Erin could only imagine as three years was before her time.  A part of her would always wish she’d been there from the beginning and yet she’d be glad for the fact that she knew the boys had taken the time to get to know her before words of ‘I love you’ or ‘mom’ were exchanged.  Letting C.J. take the first kiss to each, she’d follow him before she was satisfied that they could retire to their own room for the night with the promise of bar b q’s throughout the following day in which they would be united as a family.  It wasn’t hard to remember a time that she wouldn’t enter the boy’s room when they were sleeping or getting ready for bed, always bidding her goodnights to them at the bottom of the stairs, and now she felt like such an intricate part of the goodnight process that she couldn’t stand to be next door and not be a part of it.  

C.J.

“He just keeps growing.” he marveled at the sight of his oldest there as she took her own kisses and he found Bash’s head. “He looks like he ate his brother.” he continued, a shake of his head as it was nearly amazing him just waiting the two sleep side by side. Glancing back towards his now wife and only able to imagine she felt much the same considering her own height as he was walking back towards the door to avoid waking either of them up though he knew they slept hard. Feeling a little too sentimental for his own good in that moment.

Erin

As he dropped back, she’d place her hand against each one’s forehead for a single moment before withdrawing.  In truth, she never thought she’d grow so attached, yet her attachment ran deeper than she could ever put into words even though she’d attempted to do so earlier that night by way of vows to the each of them.  Finally turning, she’d exit the room, pulling the door barely to the door jam before she was back at C.J.’s side once more.  Glancing up at him with a soft nod of her head, indicating without the need for words that she was more than ready now without further delay.

C.J.

Watching her get the door to the jam, leaving it open as he guided her from the hallway and towards the door. Waving goodbye to his uncle with a few more exchanges of Italian, only glancing down towards Erin as he remembered specifically warning her that there would be alot of thing to look forward to as they got to the front door. Holding it open for her.

Erin

Hearing C.J. and his uncle speaking to one another served as a reminder to her instantly that she really should spend some time at least learning the language to understand it, if not to speak it.  Feeling his hand there to her back, guiding her down the hallway of the villa, she’d step through first and to the outdoors once again, albeit a brief time frame they’d be between one villa to the other.  Once they were outside, the door closed behind them, she turned around all at once, both arms coming up around his neck as she’d allow no further delay in getting where the two had worked towards for the better part of an hour now.  Taking a step backwards, she’d start them on their way, yet allowing him to guide her entirely, trusting him as she lifted to her toes to steal his lips, not caring who could see them from the reception still in full swing not too far away.

C.J.

Watching her turn, he smirked softly at how they’d manage this one. Each guided step back as he felt her to his lips and his arms wound around her midsection. Assuring he wasn’t moving too fast and past her control as his eyes remained open to navigate the way. Fingers already smoothed over the back of that dress. Remembering clasps, exploring so he could manage to get her out of it without assistance yet little would she realize his diplomatic start to this task as that far villa wasn’t too far off thankfully.

Erin

As his hands smoothed down the back of her dress, she thought he was searching to see if those promises of the lack of undergarments were true, yet she couldn’t be more wrong of the man’s intentions there.  The texture of the ground would alter between the two sidewalks until she once again felt the concrete under her feet.  Not bothering to bring a hand behind her to protect herself, she put every ounce of trust in the man; a far cry from the first time she’d relinquished control to him to get through a doorway.  Tilting her head further to the side, one hand finding the back of his head, luring him deeper into that kiss as her tongue swept the part of his lips.  She was unrelenting as she challenged him to get them into the villa without breaking that which she had started there between them.

C.J.

Feeling her parting her lips, he allowed his own to do the same. His tongue rolling out to meet her yet his patience was thinning here. There wasn’t much more but just enough to challenge his patience. Pulling back from her briefly, his eyes met hers before his arms were sweeping down. Some women got carried over the threshold, Erin would get carried all the way back as his patience was non-existent by this point. One arm underneath of her legs and the other to the back of her shoulder. “Consider yourself lucky I can’t toss you over my shoulder in this thing…”

Erin

As he broke the kiss, there was nearly a whine at her lips, but feeling his arm sweep against the back of her knees, she seemed to understand, replacing that threat of a whine with a smirk to her lips as her arms remained there around his neck.  A hum at his suggestion, as she had truly expected him to do just that actually.  This was better, she thought, as her lips found the curve of his neck, ensuring the building desire within the both of them was not given a second to burn out.  “I consider myself lucky regardless,” she reminded him as her teeth found the lower curve of his ear, her tongue ghosting against that same curve.

C.J.

“Mmm…” he hummed simply as he felt her at his neck and ear, doing what he expected of her as she was a true tease through and through as he spotted the villa coming closer. Long strides getting them there in a minute or two which was easily the longest few of his life as they finally got to that front door. Leaning down so she could manage the door knob considering his hands were rather occupied. Groaning dramatically at the way he had to bend at the knees to let this happen though he was quite alright and had to make a showing of it.

Erin

When first he’d lean down for her to attempt the doorknob, her arms tensed around his neck at the fear of falling until she realized what he was doing there.  A laugh at her lips as she nipped against his neck in retribution for scaring her and she was reaching down for the doorknob.  “A guy I dated once threatened to kick a door in that wouldn’t cooperate, though I was straddling him at the time…” she seemed to recall, speaking of him, yet masking it as though it could have been another.  Finally grasping the handle just right, she pushed the door open as she returned to her hold around his neck, a telling smirk there to her lips.  “Where was I?” she asked, a telling smirk there to her lips as she brought one hand around to the side of his neck.  Soft fingertips barely touching his flesh as she trailed from his neck to his ear, around his jaw to his lips.  “I don’t think I remember…” she teased.

C.J.

“Yeah, give me a minute and I would have kicked down that door.” he threatened, showing her he was still just as capable but he was thinking of her and any potential security deposits. As she opened the door and he felt her return to his neck allowing him to straighten his knees. Hearing her question as he took a step in. Closing the door much easier as he simply pressed his foot to it and heard it close behind them as he felt her at his neck and jaw. “Better figure it out before your ass hits this bed.” he challenged as he thought she had remembered just fine.

Erin

“Are you threatening me with a good time, Mister Lindsay?” she teased, nipping at the curve of his neck as she thought to just push the man far enough to see what his threat would include.  “Wait, wait,” she offered, reaching as far as she could behind him, yet unable to accomplish the task.  “I don’t think you want company, do ya?” she asked, meeting his eyes with a warning before her lips found his neck right where she’d left off again.  “I know I don’t want anyone seeing what is /mine/,” she offered, finally able to say the words and they mean absolutely everything that they possibly could.  He’d been hers for a very long time now, and yet now he was hers in the eyes of the law as well.  Bringing her hand there to the top of his shirt, she’d quickly work to undo several buttons, allowing her to that place against the man’s shoulder she’d marked for the first time nearly two years prior.  A place he told her to mark him and make him hers.  The same place she’d seek now as her free hand pulled at the fabric of his shirt to allow her to that place.  A bite of her teeth before her lips would meet his flesh again, a place that had been marked again and again, where she now sought to do the same.

C.J.

Getting the door closed with his foot, he heard her mentioning what was hers. Somehow getting away with that ‘Mister Lindsay’ comment but just this once. Feeling her to his shirt as he walked her to that master bedroom. Already knowing the layout from that previous experience. Feeling her working at something yet not quite sure what until he felt her at his shoulder. This night already speaking to unimaginable symbolism between the two as he felt her mark coming to fruition before he was settling her down on that bed as his knees found the edge of it. Not daring to disrupt her.

Erin

The moment she felt the bed beneath her, she’d bring both hands against his shirt, carefully tugging at the lower hem that had been tucked in for their service.  One button at a time, she already had a head start here as she gently pulled the fabric free of him, letting it fall where it may to allow her the full access to his shoulder she’d desire.  Altering there between soft bites and the suction behind her lips, allowing for a strong mark there to his flesh just as she had left on him that first time, asking for no permission in her present endeavor.  Drawing back slowly, her eyes scanning over the place she’d intentionally taken for her own, she’d slowly allow her eyes to follow the curve of his shoulder there to his neck, finding his eyes by the time a trademark half smile had taken her features.  “You can carry me to bed any time you like,” she offered, having found it quite the throwback to that night in her old apartment, when desires were heightened and they were constantly alone.  Stealing a soft kiss there at his lips before she’d draw back to find his eyes once more.  One hand lifting to rest to the side of his neck as she let the moment simply hang there between them.  

C.J.

As he felt her pulling his shirt off all together, he felt her draw back. Knowing without a doubt that she had left quite the impressive little impression there to his flesh yet it was hers to take more now than ever. As her eyes met his, however, he smiled as he heard her throwback. Pressing his lips back to hers as his eyes connected with hers. In such a rush to get there and now he merely wanted to breathe in that moment as his hand found the side of her face. Eyes gliding down to her lips before back to her eyes. “You have single handedly made me the happiest man on this earth.” he confessed, as he wasn’t sure he’d ever have enough words to explain his gratitude.

Erin

There were moments throughout the last two years that would simply take her breath away.  She didn’t deserve this man’s love and attention, nor had she ever, and though she’d found a way to almost feel like she did, it was in these moments, when his sentiment was so thick and she had nothing to possibly offer him that she would find herself simply breathless.  Her lip quivered as she drew in a breath there, catching the shift of his eyes before he would speak words that would render her speechless.  Her hand there to the side of his neck would fall slowly as she gave him the time and space with her that he had allowed her there at his shoulder, though he was choosing a far different route than she had.  A slow bite was there to her lower lip as she resisted the urge to kiss him, hazel eyes set to his as her head leaned into the palm of his hand.  It would take her a moment before finally she’d have her wits about her again, evident there in the light behind her eyes.  “You make it easy,” she assured him as the man certainly didn’t ask for much, nor was he difficult to please.  It was easy to love him.  It had forever been easy to love him.  Never was there anything that stood in the way and offered a real challenge, not once she was out of their way, that is.  

C.J.

Hearing her mention making it easy once she got her bearings, he shook his head simply. “It wasn’t.” he reminded her, as she had to overcome alot of his history and past to get to this point. Not many would have stood before a man responsible for several murders and call him easy yet there she was. Knowing that there was nothing he would not do to protect his family or enact vengeance on those who had been hurt along the way. “but you took it like it was, like I knew you would. Somehow.” he stated, not an act of confidence or meaning to sound cocky. Just knowing that when he looked at this woman that something about her spoke to her patience and her ability to see past what others could not just as he could do for her. Pressing his forehead to hers as his hands reached inback of her to find her out of that dress.

Erin

There were a million things she could have said here to defend that he had guided her through it every step of the way and that it was he that deserved the credit here, not her.  She could have told him that it was because of his patience with her that she could easily do the same with him.  There were many things she might have offered here, but none of them could have amounted to anything because he simply wouldn’t hear her on this and for that, she’d love him more.  Wanting to give her credit even when she wasn’t so sure she deserved any for all she did was fall for the man.  Feeling his hands there to the back of her dress, she felt his forehead there at her own.  Bringing both of her hands to either side of his face as his eyes were there to her own, she’d softly kiss his lips for but a moment before she was whispering simply, “I love you.”  It was her only explanation as to why they were there and why they had gotten through the complications that had presented themselves.  He was drawing out something from within her that was always just beneath the surface with her.  A sentiment.  An emotional experience.  As he felt about her, she was just as equally in awe of the way he loved her, with her flaws and running tactics, her fears and her walls.  He invested in her in ways she never could have anticipated and yet the woman felt as if loving him was the only possible way to repay him for his gentle hands throughout.  “And I’m going to love you for the rest of my life,” she promised, as it was easily the most honest thing she could have said to him in that moment.

C.J.

Smiling softly as he mentioned loving her for the rest of her life. A good trade of. “and that is the best thing I could ever ask for.” he stated simply as he managed to find the way to wedge her out of that dress one clasp at a time as he was hungry to shed the skin of the day and just to exist with her. To be themselves outside of their clothing. “as I love you for the rest of mine.” he returned, as it was both a promise and an easy guarantee as he’d never be able to detox himself of her and all she meant to not only him but his family as he leaned up slightly to better work that dress off of her as carefully as he could manage knowing such a thing was normally kept.

Erin

Far too many buttons and clasps resided against the back of the otherwise simple dress.  As he worked there through each one, she could feel his care in the unhooking, taking far more time than she’d have imagined him to take.  His promise of loving her for the rest of his brought a full smile to the woman’s face as her lips could no longer resist his.  Both hands to the sides of his face, she forced her weight against him as he leaned up, finding her feet there at the floor once again as it would be easier for them both if she were to help him a bit.  Once she was standing before him, her kiss slowly drifted down from his lips, off the side of his jaw, the curve of his neck, his chest, attempting to lure herself slowly away from him.  She’d turn around, offering her back to him as she swept her hair over one shoulder, allowing him to see the inner workings of each one to accomplish safe removal of the dress.

C.J.

Being more careful than he'd like to be for the sake of her dress, his lips finding the back of her shoulder as he managed each clasp and button bit by bit. Humming low at it thoroughly tested his patience but would be well worth it as more and more of her bare back became revealed to him. Lips tasting her skin. "Alright..." he stated simply, thinking he got it as he guided a thick layer from her shoulders and watched it slowly fall where his arms and hands were hardly letting her step out of it before he was at her.

Erin

The kiss to her back would be enough to hold her over, keeping things intimate between the two as he settled into that daunting task of the buttons to the back of her dress.  A soft hum was there at her lips as she closed her eyes, allowing herself to simply be present in that moment.  Once the last button was undone, she could feel instant relief as the dress had been literally a second skin to the woman’s upper body.  A breath of pure relief under the heat of the fabric was released as she heard his ‘alright.’  With just the smallest maneuver, the fabric was pooling at her ankles as she felt his hands there against her instantly.  Not yet stepping away from the fabric as that one task had rendered her completely bare to him with the exception of her shoes.  Leaning back against him, she turned her head as her hand found the side of his face, forcing the turn of his head there as her lips stole his over her shoulder.

C.J.

Pressing his lips back to hers from over her shoulder as his hands took in the inventory of her there below his fingertips. Hands settling at her sides as she was about to lose her height advantage there yet he’d allow it for a bit younger. Her kiss being too good to pull away from. Still, he’d get her entirely bare before she got him so and he knew it. His hands passing up her sides and back down to find her hips as his tongue drew over her bottom lip in attempt to further that kiss.

Erin

The tracing of his tongue against her lips had her instantly parting to him.  No longer able to remain with her back to him, she turned into him, her hand moving to the back of his neck, her bare body pressing into his as she remained within her shoes in the center of that dress on the floor.  Her tongue slipped through into the confines of his mouth, his taste flooding her senses as a soft whine radiated through their joined lips.  Drawing one knee there to the edge of the bed again, attempting to bring him over with her, one hand gripped to the back of his upper arm.  Overcome with emotion as he had more than set this scene with her, striking on the emotional sea that raged beneath the surface of the woman, a place that he had broken through to time and time again.

C.J.

Hearing the sound of her whine as he allowed her closer to that bed. Guiding himself forward to see her all the way back against the bed until they were both meeting it. Finally. Lips parted and welcoming the flow of her tongue over his as he inhaled deeply. The warmth of her taste flooding him as he was seeing himself over her. A hand finding the back of her knee before his lips were slowly leaving her. Reaching down to guide off both of her shoes as he leaned back up slightly. “Time to lose your sudden growth spurt…” the man teased slightly before he was returning back over her.

Erin

There was nothing quite so intoxicating as that which he offered her the moment his tongue smoothed over her own.  Her senses lit on fire beneath him as he guided her there to her back against the bed.  Wanting nothing more than this, right here, for as long as it could possibly last, in a space where time didn’t seem to exist.  Two years had led to this moment, where the two were one now in every way.  Feeling his hand against her thigh to the back of her knee, his kiss stolen for the man to slip off her shoes.  A soft smile graced her lips as he took away the four inch boost she’d held throughout the night.  In truth, her feet throbbed from the heels she was not accustomed to wearing, prompting a sigh of relief the moment they were removed.  “You could have taken them three hours ago and that would’ve been alright with me,” she confessed as they were merely there to keep that dress from dragging the ground any worse than it already did.  Feeling him back over her, she’d realize she had more than a little catching up to do as he still had everything with the exception of his shirt and he’d managed to undress her entirely.  A hum found her lips as she sought to even the playing field a little, bringing her hands down his chest to find the top of his pants.  A tilt of her head and her lips were finding the curve of his neck as her fingers worked there at the man’s belt, unbuckling it so that she could access the button beneath.

C.J.

“I wish.” he stated honestly, as to get her out of anything a bit earlier would have felt like a blessing as he felt her finding his own dress pants as she also sought out his neck. His own fingers brushing through her hair as he settled into the feel of her while she also worked at his belt and pants. Drawing in the scent of her as his own hand smoothed up her stomach. Hungry to let his lips explore this woman as he’d allow her the chance to get him a bit more undressed yet she was on borrowed time. His need to devour her drawing to the forefront.

Erin

He had taken his time, and so would she, knowing just how absolutely torturous it was, while also being blissfully aware of just how sweet it would taste when finally he was set free.  Slowly unfastening that button as her lips ghosted against the curve of his neck to the place at his shoulder that had taken its color quite well.  A slight adjustment and she was there at the zipper of his pants as she allowed her tongue to slip past the part of her lips to taste of the man’s skin as she slowly drug the zipper downward.  She knew she was on borrowed time here, but just as she sought to push him previously, she’d do the same here.  Feeling his hand there at her stomach, his touch only seeming to lay out his plan as he attempted to control his desires momentarily, the smirk to his shoulder would give her away.  “C.J.?” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of his name, attempting to lure his attention there to her eyes once more.

C.J.

“Hm?” he asked as he managed to focus for all of a minute to meet her eyes, feeling her working down his zipper and finally getting some freedom here as even seeing her bare to her skin was enough to send the blood rushing south. She’d never have to work too hard for that as his light eyes sought out hers. Only able to wonder what was going on in that head of hers as he heard the crack of her voice and his lips briefly finding hers once more before he’d allow her to speak as the back of his fingers found her cheek tenderly.

Erin

The smirk that would follow his kiss would say it all as her hands grasped either side of his pants, boxers caught in tiny fists as she pulled down the fabric there all at once, her lips fusing to his as her plan had simply been to draw his attention so that she could steal his lips as she freed the man from the confines of his clothing.  Stealing his lower lip for a moment if only to allow her teeth to nip at that lower tier.  Drawing back all at once as her touch returned to the same soft, gentle nature that had been there a moment before.  Innocence painted her features as she met his eyes as though nothing had just happened there.  “I love you,” she whispered, returning to his lips with a slow burning kiss as her fingertips ghosted against his flesh from his sides up his back.  Forever playful in nature here, each indulgent pass of her lips against his only led to wonder when and if she’d turn the volume back up once again.

C.J.

“And I love you.” he returned, seeing right through her in that moment as she drew down his pants and boxers all in one fowl swoop. Feeling her at his bottom lip as he met her eyes and flashed her a telling smile. “and I love you.” he repeated, pressing his lips back to hers as he felt her to his back. Literally sending shivers up her spine which she’d be able to recognize as his body briefly tightened over her. Hand sweeping down as his fingers grazed the bone structure of her hip.

Erin

His first statement was met with a smile, one where her very soul would show through the hazel of her eyes as if to say she’d felt his words to her very core.  The second was met with a hum there against his lips as she felt the man tensing over her at the path of her fingertips.  Keeping her touch just as soft as she could, barely touching the man’s flesh, she felt his hand there at her hip.  Drawing her leg there against his side at the prompting of his touch, she could feel him there, protruding against her, tempting her touch, yet she’d remain as she was for the moment.  Her lips leisurely freed of his as she lowered her head down against the bed to meet his eyes, no longer playing with the man here.  As her hands made their way up his back, she’d draw them there against the sides of his neck, following the contour of his shoulders, stalling against the place she’d claimed him time and time again.  

C.J.

Feeling her passing to his shoulders after his neck, he felt her leg at his side. Knowing she’d be able to feel him there as his lips took to the side of her own neck before he was slipping down. Beginning that familiar detour that she’d recognize as the urge to taste her was entirely too strong to pass up. Especially not on this night. His own subtle way of reminding her of who she had married. A man who was never a selfish lover but occasionally liked to play with her teasingly if nothing else even in this capacity. Lips finding her chest as he stopped just over the beat of her heart.

Erin

The sigh at her lips was nothing but sheer pleasure and anticipation as she felt his lips there to the side of her neck.  Her own hand found the back of his neck, while the other remained against his shoulder, encouraging this path of his as she always would, even while knowing it would lead to her undoing.  With a strong bite to her lower lip as he took his time there against her flesh, pausing just over her heart beat which seemed to race under his lips.  Glancing down to meet his eyes as her hand slowly made the curve from his shoulder to find his hand.  Linking her fingers through his, her grip was firm as she was denied access to his lips.  Her desire for him strong enough to stop him, telling him she wanted him now, and yet at the same time she would not dare for it would be a disservice to the both of them.  

C.J.

Feeling the grip to her hand, he'd return it. Surprised she hasn't complained yet as it was always a personal goal of him to earn a complaint. Patience wasn't her strong suit and it never had been as his lips pressed firmer to her chest and that pulse that was now of his possession. Hips grinding forward as his lips pressed to the other side of her chest. Pressing over the swell of her cleavage. A free hand reaching out where his fingers would pass through her hair.

Erin

Something about that night was putting the woman on her best behavior, or at least as best as it got for Erin.  She was trying to be patient.  Trying to give him this space to enjoy her flesh for the first time as his wife.  She was trying, but it would only be a matter of time before that window would close and she’d give up the idea of gifting this time to him.  As his kiss found her breast, his hand to her hair, she gripped his hand tighter there in her own.  “I don’t think you want to kill your wife an hour after marrying her,” she warned, a verbal complaint masked in a reminder as her own patience would begin to run thin here.  “Your wife,” she repeated, finding herself hung up on the title and the elimination of the ‘ladyfriend’ she’d been under for far too long.  “Wife,” she stated again, a soft whine falling from her lips as she felt that grind of his hips against her own.  Teasing. She recognized it all too well, but would expect nothing less of the man in this capacity.  

C.J.

“Mmm…wifefriend.” he attempted, showing he’d be able to find a loopfriend to this as he tried not to laugh. Knowing he was in for it for that one but it was too good to resist as he loved the woman to pieces and had the right to do these things. Or so he believed. Feeling her grip against him at her warning as he’d lightly arch up on his arms to allow his lips to travel further down. Passing over the swell of her cleavage where he stood at the fork of the road as he could either continue onto this path and distract his hips from hers and go for her truly or to quicken up the process and skip to step 3.

Erin

A whine of intense disapproval crossed her lips as this new title he attempted to bestow upon her.  “No, no way… no… w i f e,” she demanded.  It was wife or it was Erin, but it was not going to be any variation of ladyfriend, not after she’d done the time there to earn her way out of it.  As he continued down, finding his lips against her abdomen, her stomach tensed beneath.  Bringing one hand to the back of his head, her fingers slipping between strands of dark hair as she let her eyes close in that moment.  A whisper there at her lips as her thoughts came to the surface, perhaps for the first time in all sincerity.  “Wouldn’t it be something if that wasn’t so flat?” she asked, a roundabout way of suggesting that maybe she get off the pill they’d waited so long to take effect two years prior.  Her eyes glanced down as she searched for a reaction there on his features, wondering what he would think of such a suggestion.  It wasn’t something that could be done here, as chemicals still had ahold of her in that regard, but she thought maybe in the weeks to come.  Her nerves igniting beneath his kiss to her stomach as her anticipation for the route he would take set in, mixed with that which she’d just suggested to him, riding on the momentum of the night and revealing a true desire there in that moment.

C.J.

“What was that? Wifefriend?” still playing along as he made his decision, no blatant yanking him back up as he felt her fingers through his hair as he allowed himself to draw further down her stomach. Assuring her bareflesh didn’t go an inch without the touch of his lips as his hands passed down the sides of her thighs. Hearing her speak which drew a loud and proud smile out of him as it felt nice to, for once, be on the same page with her in pace of these steps.”I can’t wait for that day. Gonna’ have to get you a bumper sticker. ‘Dimpled Baby on the way.’” he teased as his hands drew down her side, lips finding just under her navel.

Erin

She’d never forgotten the day he promised her dimpled babies, even if it had been before she loved him, before she liked him, in days where she barely tolerated him.  Yet, she’d hold him to that promise.  In that moment between her suggestion and his reaction to it, she felt those nerves within her, only to feel them completely relax the moment she found that smile to his features, prompting the same from her own.  “You drop the wifefriend bit here and I’ll give you more dimpled babies,” she assured, as if this were an even exchange as she felt his hands down the sides of her thighs, sending a chain reaction up her spine.  A soft exhale there at her lips as she felt his lips drifting lower against her stomach, suddenly able to put down the idea of rushing the man and returning to the idea of letting him have her body entirely, in his own time, as he couldn’t be argued with here anyway.  

C.J.

“But Wifefriend…” sighing low as he wanted both. He had always wanted both. He loved kids, he loved his boys and he loved being a father. He also loved seeing her in that capacity. He had always known her to be maternal. It was, as they both knew, one of the reasons he had fallen for her the way he had in the first place. She was so good with his kids that those new to the fold would be surprised to learn that she was not their biological mother. So seamless was her fit that both of the boys seemed to have forgotten as well with the occasional slip from J which were becoming less and less. Still,  he wanted her to experience that. For the both of them. “dimpled babies that take after their mother.” he continued as he pressed his chin briefly into her abdomen to glance up towards her.

Erin

She’d done well up until this point in time.  She’d made the suggestion in a fleeting manner that had been accepted in the best way she could have ever imagined.  She’d attempted a negotiation on the matter.  It was all just right in her mind, right up until his suggestion that the dimpled ones to come should take after her.  As his eyes met hers up the landscape of her own flesh from his position he’d worked so hard to get to, all at once the woman was lifting up, sitting before him, her hands vacating their residences to take either side of his face into her palms.  “Dimpled babies that take after us both,” she corrected, the sound of emotion flooding over the woman’s endlessly raspy tone only forcing her voice to break a little harder than it usually did.  Drawing her lips into his, she stole his kiss as the two seemed to devise their own plan there just hours after taking their vows.  “I love you,” she whispered to his lips, not vacating the kiss entirely to speak the sentiment into life there before she was returning to the soft pressure of her lips against his without missing a moment as she attempted to hold back that emotion threatening her.

C.J.

Feeling her lift up before she found his face, he heard her statement which drew a shake of his head. He already had two that took after him, he wanted one of her now. Pressing his lips back to hers before he heard her whisper which had him leaning back towards her. Lowering himself back over her as a hand found the side of her neck. “I love you.” he returned, seizing the opportunity to strengthen that kiss.

Erin

As he met her kiss, returning the same promise there to her that she had to him, she felt the depth of his kiss igniting there against her own.  If love was enough to impregnate her, the birth control wouldn’t be strong enough to stop them.  One hand remained there to the side of his face as the other found the back of his neck, lowering herself there with him back against the bed as he came over her.  Wrapping one leg there around the man’s hip as the other bent at his side, wanting nothing more than to find herself indefinitely closer to the man physically as she fully felt the closeness emotionally to him in that moment hitting levels she couldn’t quite explain, nor would she be foolish enough to attempt such a thing, knowing well that it needn’t be explained or put into words.  Her fingertips tightened there at the back of his neck as she attempted to hold this kiss, for within it the emotion wouldn’t take her over entirely, or so she thought.  

C.J.

Ready to feel just as close physically to her as he did emotionally in that moment, he was ready to complete the synopsis as his free hand was drawing at her panties. This kind of connection people spent their entire life waiting for. The physical easily achieved yet not always to their level of fire while the emotional was something to be strived for. Pressing closer into her, the man was suddenly shifting. Lips moving from hers as he switched their positions. Pulling her ontop of him before his lips were fusing back to hers.

Erin

As his hand moved to the fabric of her panties, she’d shift herself accordingly to help him see them free of her before all at once, she found herself over top of him as his lips returned to hers once more.  The break being brief, she almost wasn’t sure how it had happened, but then again, it was C.J. and things could literally turn upside down in this manner in a hurry.  There to his lips, her smile stole the kiss for a moment as she simply couldn’t help herself.  Seeing her panties off the edge of the bed, her knees drew to either side of him as one hand pressed to the bed just beside his head.  Stealing that kiss away all at once, she took advantage of the opportunity to meet his eyes as her nose barely touched the tip of his.  “You’re playing with me,” she accused, that smile still remaining to her lips as her hazel eyes set to his.  Feeling his bare body there against hers, the two would never last long separated in this position or any other with their clothes no longer stopping them.  Bringing her hand from the side of his face down between them, she’d seek him out with a tiny hand wrapping around him as she kept her hips slightly elevated, stroking the man gently there within her palm, only seeking to tempt him further as she was more than tempted and moments away from stealing away any semblance of taking it slow here as she had grown impatient and he had given her the upper hand by position alone.

C.J.

Hearing her suggestion as she pulled her lips back, meeting her eyes as he gave up a telling smirk. Meeting her eyes as his hands swept around her. Drinking in the feeling of her warm and bare flesh over him as it felt entirely too good just to have her near and close in this capacity. “Noooo…” spoken like a man who would never do such a thing as he allowed for build-up. Feeling her hand slip down and it was here that she’d find what she was after as he drew in a deep breath. Lips returning to hers as one of his hands found the back of her neck to retain that kiss.

Erin

Judging eyes met his disagreement with her accusation until the moment she felt his hand take the back of her neck, drawing her into that kiss with or without her permission.  Entirely wrapped up in this man, he could quite literally do no wrong here, fully entitled to steal her kiss any time he should wish and she’d never be disappointed by it.  Her lips fused to his, regaining the intensity they had seemed to give up for the last several minutes, making no secret of the depths of her own desire for him.  Her hand guided up his length if only to slip away momentarily to find her own entrance.  Her tongue traced the part of his lips, threatening to take the kiss that much further as her fingertips drew against her flesh, stealing the lubrication there from herself, bringing that warmth against him as she slipped her hand down his length once more, guiding the head of his cock against her as she traced her part with the tip.

C.J.

Gripping at her hip, his lips parting to allow his own tongue to roll forward and mesh over hers. The distribution of warmth against him earning a deep inhale and even more so with the looming threat of her heat. Hand tightened against her bone structure to show her exactly what he thought of that. Feeling entirely too sensitive to the woman in that moment not only physically but emotionally as the two had now meshed their souls and left it for their bodies to obey as well. All hers just as he had always been since the day they met whether she’d realize it or not. Tongue smoothing over hers.

Erin

The feeling of his lips parting to her own request was followed by the taste she knew and craved, regarding it truly as her home as she felt his tongue smoothing there against her own.  She tilted her head slightly to the side to accommodate the two better while slowly guiding the head of his cock from her clit to her entrance, continuing to toy with the man there since he enjoyed doing it to her so much.  The difference, he could pull it off.  The temptation was too great for her, resulting in her lowering herself against him, forcing him there within her just a few inches as a whimper radiated from her mouth into the confines of his.  She paused only a moment before she was lowering her hips that much further, her tongue gliding against his as she slipped her hand from there between them, bringing her fingertips up to his lower lip as she drew out of the kiss to give the man the taste she had denied him of previously.

C.J.

Feeling him meeting her in any capacity had a light sigh to his lips which she’d recognize clearly. The sound of unashamed pleasure had he had no shame in showing her that. If the woman only knew a fraction of the way he felt about her, she’d feel the most overwhelming love of her life for even that fraction far surpassed what many men had on their best days. Feeling her lowering herself to him as her hips took over. Feeling her at his lower lip as he leaned into better meet her kiss. “Mmm…I love you.” he hummed to her lips.

Erin

Drawing her fingertip away from his lips as he spoke, her smile met his hum.  “And I love you,” she reminded him, stealing his phrasing there as it was generally her who spilled the words first, or at least that was what she’d claim endlessly.  Meeting his kiss once more, she’d lower herself a bit more, then further, until her hips were coming flush with his with no space left between.  The tension within her inner walls throbbed at the pressure he provided within her, generating a whine there against his lips.  He’d been there within her a million times before and it wouldn’t stop the utter appreciation she held for the way he felt, filling her, completing her.  Unable to maintain the kiss, she lowered her chin to steal her lips free of his, drawing in a slow breath there at his chest as she slowly shifted her hips there against him.  

-July 19, 2016

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Erin

“What is one thing that you guys would love to go do with your dad for Father’s day?”  Erin asked as she looked on to two little dark haired young men before her that she had grown to love, as they had her.  Erin had no experience with Father’s Day herself, therefore making it quite difficult for her to even give ideas, but the one thing she thought C.J. might enjoy would be a day, with his boys, enjoying themselves somewhere.  

“Disney!”  Bash exclaimed as J.J. quickly informed him was too far away and far too expensive.  Erin had to laugh at the enthusiasm, making a mental note that at some point in the near future, she and C.J. would have to talk about getting that boy to Disney.  Now that she and C.J. weren’t partners anymore, they could actually request time off together without skeptical eyes meeting their own.

“Yeah, dude.  J.J. is right.  That’s a little far away.”  She stated, making no mention of the financial side of things, as she didn’t feel that the kids needed to know the state of their financials, as it could lead to some form of insecurity, like that which she had grown up in.  “So, something else…”

“Navy pier?”  J.J. asked as he looked over at his younger brother.  Erin nodded her head slowly with a half-smile to her features.  Navy pier could be done.  It was local and the cost wasn’t too high.  Bash quickly agreed to the closest thing to Disney he could get his tiny little hands on.

“Okay, so Navy pier it is.”  She nodded, feeling quite certain that it would be enjoyable for the three boys to enjoy together.  “I’ll go pick up the tickets tomorrow after work and you guys can give them to your dad Sunday morning.”

The following day, Erin did just as she promised the boys.  Claiming she needed to take her car in for an oil change after work, hence why she would be driving separately that day, going by Navy pier on her way home and picking up three tickets for the boys to go on Father’s day.

The morning of Father’s day, the boys were insanely excited.  Up and dressed, all the way to the shoes, by 7 am.  Their little voices could be heard in the hallway outside of the closed bedroom door as they prepared to enter and surprise their dad with their tickets.  Erin woke quickly to the sound of their voices, always fearing the day they might walk in and catch the two intimately together.  Laying wrapped in C.J.’s arms, wearing nothing but his t-shirt, she pressed a kiss to his chest.  “The boys are up,” she whispered, albeit too early on a Sunday, but she understood the excitement.

Getting up from the bed, she slipped on a pair of shorts from the dresser, going and opening the door with her finger over her lips to quiet them.  “He’s still sleeping,” she whispered, though she had already stirred him slightly.  “You guys want to wake hims up?”  She asked with a glimmer in her eyes as if she were helping them in their mischief.  Quick nods of their heads, as they though they were getting away with something.  “Okay.  But be very quiet until you get right over there and then…”

“And then we jump on him!”  Bash said, just a little too loudly, quickly hushed by shh’s from the lips of both J.J. and Erin.  His hand came up over his mouth, though giggles were seeping through his tiny fingers.  Erin nodded her head in agreement as the boys entered the room, tickets in hand, approaching C.J.’s side of the bed.  A fingered three count on their hands, eyes connected to one another as they prepared to wake up their father, and surprise him with their plans for the day.  1, 2, 3…

-June 21, 2015

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There are pictures that say a thousand words and this is one of them.  THIS has got to be what life was really meant to be about.  The joy on your face, and his expression, is just too much.  -She shakes her head, a smile to her lips as she hands the photograph back to him.  Her eyes were bright as she truly could not wait to meet his children, even more so now.-  It looks like you boys had the best day ever, CJ.  -Every time she saw a photograph of his boys, she felt a little closer to the day she would meet them, realizing the full weight of the responsibility that would come with simply making their acquaintance after she and CJ had spoken on the roof.  There were things in the children's lives that they didn't even know about, but one day that may, and they would need the love of every person that could possibly give it.  She knew she wanted to be with CJ, but she also knew that she wanted to be a part of his life, his family and the unit's future as a whole.  She may not be able to say if she wanted children of her own or not, but she knew that she could love his children, even if they weren't hers.-

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єяιn Lιndѕαу    Erin had tried to cancel Christmas, but since CJ vetoed her decision to cancel, she gave in and saved her "reign of terror" for another time.  He won this battle, as per usual, which left her to have no other choice but to make a firm decision on what it was she would give him for Christmas.  She had gone back and forth on what to do for him, but ultimately, she kept wanting to do something for him and for his two boys as well, even though she still had yet to meet them.  Arrangements had been made and a UPS styrofoam cooler and certified envelope arrived addressed to CJ on Christmas Eve.  Atop the white cooler was a stamped label that read "Open on December 25."  Within the cooler was three pounds of deli meat on dry ice that CJ had previously mentioned to her as being the best.  With the added mention that it would be a long time until he could be in New York City again, she did the 'extreme' thing and brought a bit of New York to him.  Within the envelope were a note written from the box office, not in Erin's handwriting, that read: Enjoy a weekend with your boys!, three airline tickets to Clearwater, FL and three tickets to attend Spring Training games on March 6, 7, and 8th against the Pirates, Astros and Nationals for CJ and his sons.  Erin had confirmation of their hotel arrangements in her email and printed, placing them in an envelope with "Merry Christmas" written on the outside of it.  Handing it to him with a smile to her face, she was sure that she had taken care of almost everything that the three would need to enjoy themselves in the Tampa area for a weekend of baseball.

CJ Luciano    - getting that delivery that morning, nothing could have prepared him for the contents within. Feeling like she had almost outdone him for once not to mention showing incredible attentiveness upon that lunchmeat comment and knowing he would definitely put it to good use as well as a little bonus points for her with his mother. The tickets were equally impressive and he knew he’d tell them all about it later. Grabbing his phone, he shot her a text; “Wow, this is impressive. You out C.J.’ed me.” he sent, smirking slightly. “You are still coming tonight, right?” he asked, knowing they had discussed spending Christmas together as a family. Meeting his kids and his mother together at once, knowing it would be incredibly nerve wracking for her but with the holidays, everyone was promised to be on their best behavior. Not to mention he couldn’t stomach leaving her alone during the holiday season. “You can help me finish up my wrapping and by help me, I mean do all of it.”

Erin Lindsay -When the text alert came through on her phone, she stood up from the sofa, pausing the movie she had been watching and instantly smiled at his phrasing.  With a bite to her lower lip at his second comment, she took a deep breath before starting to reply to him.-  Out C.J.’ed you?  That’s a new one.  Has it ever been done before?  Yeah, I’ll be there, unless you change your mind, which is completely okay and totally respected.  –She pressed send, then realized she had not responded to the last part of the message, sending a quick follow up behind her first.-  You realize I have like zero experience in that department?  I’ll be your moral support and tape passer.  

CJ Luciano    -“No. You’re not getting out of this.” he shot back, possibly the quickest text ever composed as she seemed to mention whether he’d want her there or not. Having waited long enough for this moment especially. “You are going to have to get good at it because I’m playing a drinking game. Every time I lose the tape or scissors, I’ll take a shot. I’m going to be fucking wasted.” -he shot back before he was dragging the food into the kitchen, packing it away. Explaining to his mother who was well along on dinner. -

Erin Lindsay -Taking a quick look at the time, she barely had time before a text came back to her phone in record time.-  Okay, okay, I’m not trying to get out of anything.  I’ll be there.  With bells on.  –After reading his next text, she instantly burst into laughter, unable to even attempt containing it.-  A drinking game.  I could see drunk C.J.?  I think I like it.  May lose the tape on purpose.  Haha!  -After sending the text, she set her phone down and started getting ready to leave, her nerves starting to mount a little, but trying to keep them mostly in check as she knew this was not the time to chicken out.-

CJ Luciano    - "I always get drunk on Christmas eve" he informed her through another text before he shoved his phone into his front pocket. Being pushed out of the kitchen per usual his attempts to help where he slipped into the living room. Spotting his boys there already cleaned and in nice shirts, knowing it was time to go take a shower and don one himself. He checked his watch, knowing he'd have enough time as he slipped into his own room. Getting shaved (with the exception of his new pornstache, of-course) showered and dressed, out of the door in record time as he forced his way into the kitchen. Insisting on helping his mother out with a few last things by the time the correct time rolled around.-

Erin Lindsay -The struggle that occurred in the bathroom was a real one.  Should she go as she normally went, little to no makeup, hair in a ponytail or loosely brushed, or put more effort into it and risk being picked on by the boyfriend.  Ultimately, she wanted to make a good impression, even at the risk of C.J. picking on her for it.  An hour later, she was dressed nicely and had a slight curl to her hair, a little more make up than usual, the necklace he bought her for her birthday and a pair of diamond stud earrings in her ears.  She quickly sent a text that simply stated ‘On my Way’ and headed out the door.  Her bag in the backseat, not able to remember if it was intended to be an overnight, she was prepared just in case.  A half hour later, she parked in his driveway, reliving the first time she had stayed over at his place, sitting in the car, half deciding if she could go through with such a step in their relationship.  ‘Here’ she texted, taking a deep breath and stepping out of the car, heading to the front door.-

CJ Luciano    - he checked his watch again, beginning to get a little nervous that she'd not show up at all. Not that he could blame her, he knew it was nerve wracking but he wouldn't be much of a fan of being stood up at his own house on Christmas Eve. He began to slightly doubt that "on my way" text as he slipped a bowl of salad onto the large table, he got the next text. "Good timing." he heard his mother state as they were just getting everything onto the table, tucking the kitchen towel into his slacks pocket as he went to the door past the living room where his kids sat quickly destroying the room with various toys and Christmas cartoons blaring. Opening the door, he stepped out onto the front step. Closing it behind him as he met her there.- Hey, beautiful. -he stated, flashing her a smile as he saw her, knowing she had put a little more effort into this occasion and almost able to feel the nerves radiating off of her.- Glad you could make it.    

Erin Lindsay -As she reached the steps, seeing the door open, she took a deep breath.  His greeting to her, though standard for them, sounded so different to her, followed by his being glad she could make it.  A smile came to cross her lips, her hand reaching to his with a nervous grip to his hand that said things she wouldn’t speak of.-  It was either this or accept the invitation from my mother and her new husband, and that wasn’t happening.  –She shook her head no to match her statement, lifting her eyes to meet his, immediately noticing the new stache he was sporting on his face.-  I didn’t know it was a costume party.  –She teased, immediately feeling a little more at ease as she tilted her head to the side, muffling a laugh.-  Last chance.  You’re sure that you… that we… are ready for this?  -With a nervous bite to her lower lip, she kept her eyes on his, not trying to back out, but wanting to be positive that this was truly what he wanted, knowing that it had been something they had discussed, but wanting to handle it with so much respect for him.-

CJ Luciano    - giving her hand a gentle squeeze, sensing the strength of her grip as he heard her statement about her mom that made him smirk softly.- Glad to have offered a backup option. -he teased, hearing her statement about his stache that immediately had him reaching up to graze the bit of scruff.- I guess i wanted to test your dedication. If you are really into me enough to be with the mustache guy...-he stated with a laugh, shaking his head as he pulled her into him hearing her question. His arms slipping around her shoulder as he pressed his lips to her forehead.- I'm positive. What better excuse, right? Christmas is supposed to be about family. You're part of that now. -he stressed, glancing down to meet her eyes before nodding.- you ready? Food is all done and what not and I'm starving.

Erin Lindsay -She shook her head at the idea of him ever being a backup plan, stepping into him as he pulled her close.  With a nod to her head, she agreed to his reasoning, though still slightly struck by the last bit though she had heard it before.-  My dedication shouldn’t need to be tested.  I’m here, after all.  –She argued, already knowing that if she wasn’t devoted to him, she would never take the step to meet his family.-  Yeah, I’m ready… but first.  –She lifted one hand to the side of his face, lifting to her toes and bringing her lips to his in a quick exchange.-  For luck.  –She flashed a full smile up at him, lowering back to her feet and nodding her head.-  Yep, now I’m good.  Let’s do this.  

CJ Luciano    - pressing his lips back to hers as he opened his eyes in time to catch that smile, laughing softly as he gave her a nod. Knowing to rip the bandaid off for her nerve's sake as he kept his hand on hers, using his other to open the door. Backing within as he guided her inside. Releasing her hand if only to reach up and take her jacket. The door closing drew the attention of both kids, one sitting on the floor and the other nearly upside down on the couch.- Don't worry, act natural. -he teased as he glanced down towards Erin, watching them slowly begin to stand up to approach.- Erin, this one is Bash. My youngest. -he added as he approached before glancing up towards his 7 year old who was in the process of slipping off of the couch and trying not to fall.- and that is J.J. -he added, brushing his fingers over the head of his youngest who said hello, greeting her before bashfully dipping in back of his leg.-

Erin Lindsay -Once inside, she slipped from her coat at the guide of C.J.’s hands, immediately face to face with what his living room actually looked like during the day.  For a split second, she felt fear shoot through her as she was face to face with his boys with absolutely no backing out.  Her work as a detective had her comfortable with children to a degree, and stood as her only reference point in the matter, but these boys weren’t in distress, nor had they been caught in a bad situation, which were the types of children she was accustomed to being with.  She didn’t need to save them, or even help them.  As C.J. introduced them to her, she naturally smiled to them individually.-  Hey guys, it’s nice to meet you both.  –She shifted her eyes from J.J. to Bash, who seemed to be using his father as a shield.-  Let’s see… Bash, you must be at least ten and J.J.?  I’m going with fourteen.  –She smiled, giving them a slight wink from her eye, using a tactic she used on a regular basis within the precinct.-

CJ Luciano    Atleast. Look at this thick scruff coming in. -reaching back to graze his thumb against Bash's cheek, teasing the 5 year old who smiled in response. His older son being the more social of the two and frankly less afraid of women than Bash who had less experience then J. who typically knew how to use his dimples to his advantage in a way that was nothing less than impressively natural. Rubbing over Bash's shoulder in attempt to make him more comfortable, he glanced up to see his mother approaching. In her early 50's and seeming typically less than.- and this is my mother. Nat De Luca. She's not cool enough to be a Luciano. -he teased with a wink, glancing down to see if Bash agreed with him as Erin was greeted with the typical hug and the kiss on a cheek that went without saying in the Italian household.-

Erin Lindsay -Erin’s entire focus had been on meeting C.J.’s children and what a step that was, but in the instant the woman emerged from the kitchen, Erin felt the weight of the world on her shoulders.  She could not joke her way through meeting his mother.  Never, in her life, had she met a parent of anyone she had ever dated, and somehow had not given the situation the proper attention beforehand that it deserved.  A smile stayed to her lips as she started to stretch out her hand to the woman who immediately embraced and pressed a kiss to her cheek.-  Oh… -Erin could not hold back the expression as she lightly brought her hand to the back of C.J.’s mother, a small laugh to her lips at just how improperly she had judged the situation.-  It’s a pleasure to meet you.  –She spoke as she stepped back and met the woman’s eyes with her own, her smile easily read as nerves pushing through as the young cop felt slightly overwhelmed by it all.-  

CJ Luciano    - reading her nerves once more as she met his mother, he couldn't say she blamed her. His mother was an intimidating woman to even those who had met her. She was a New York woman through and through and that edge had never quite left her. Not to mention she was the daughter of one of the most well-known bosses of the Genovese Crime Family of New York. He flashed a gentle smile to his mother who drew back from the hug. "I was a Luciano once and believe me, it wasn't so cool then" she reminded him, he smirked softly and nodded. "Yeah, I remember." he added with a chuckle. Glancing down towards Bash slowly pulling out from behind his leg. He side stepped, putting her coat on the nearby rack only to cause him to clutch onto his leg and nearly move with him. Reaching back after a moment to pull him into his arms. His mother audibly complaining about him babying him too much.- See that? You've been in the house for barely 2 minutes and she's already giving me hell. -he teased, offering her his free hand to guide her towards the kitchen table. Glancing over towards his oldest.- c'mon, let's eat.

Erin Lindsay -Watching the interaction between C.J. and his mother was every bit what he had previously described it to be, though nothing quite compared to watching it first hand, drawing a truthful smile to Erin’s lips.  Her nerves still present, but easing as the moments ticked by.  Taking his offered hand in her own, she stepped with him towards the table, eyeing the interaction between himself and his kids.  She had imagined what it must look like a thousand times over, but absolutely nothing came close to bearing witness first hand.-  Maybe she took your advice of acting natural?  -She asked, teasing him as they approached the table.  The food already laid out, she surveyed the spread, instantly reminding her of the first actual Christmas Dinner she had ever seen at the Voight home when she was sixteen.-  This looks amazing.  –She commented, turning to C.J. with a grin.-  This is you or your mom’s doing?  -She had to ask, already knowing a taste of his culinary skills that blew her own out of the water, but truly taken back by just how much food there was on the table.-

CJ Luciano    - “It was me.” his mother nearly sang from the kitchen where she had retreated to get something, he nodded his head. Gesturing his thumb back towards the kitchen.- What she said, but I helped. -he stated honestly, reaching the table where he pulled Bash onto the seat closest to the head of the table on his left, Erin’s place would be at his side on the right while he took up head of the table. Standing behind it to pull out the chair, gesturing for her to take a seat.- after you, what can I get you to drink? Wine? Beer? Pick your poison.

Erin Lindsay -A small laugh instantly left Erin’s lips at his mother’s taking claim over the meal from the next room.  With a nod, she acknowledged C.J.’s statement of helping with dinner, taking to the seat he gestured to for her.  Once seated, she looked across the table to where Bash sat, trying to decipher how she could get the young boy to open up a bit, but ultimately seeing enough of herself in his demeanor, she left well enough alone.  Turning her attention to C.J., she looked up to him, thinking quickly.-  Wine is good.  –She nodded, knowing it would take the edge right off, as well as go nicely with dinner.-  

CJ Luciano    Wine it is. -he stated, guiding her chair in and leaving them alone for a moment, knowing his oldest was quickly adjusted and a loaded conversation ready to go off but his youngest was harder to ease into things. More shy and seemingly more fearful of females in general. Returning a moment later with the two Batman cups that he slipped onto the table for the two of them before setting the wine bottle down. Popping open the cap as he poured her a glass as well as some for himself and his mother. Taking a seat at the head of the table where he sat back.- and now we wait for her to decide she wants to sit down. -he stated honestly, raising two brows and drumming his fingers playfully against the back of his other hand as his arms crossed  his chest. Side eying the kitchen before glancing back towards Bash.- Say “chop, chop, grandmah. I’m a growing boy.” -he told Bash who smiled, getting out the ‘chop, chop’ part at least making it hard for C.J. not to laugh as his mother finally sat down.-

Erin Lindsay -Her eyes shot to C.J. as he mentioned they would wait for his mother to join them.  She couldn’t imagine what else she was doing in the kitchen, as the table already seemed so full, but said not a word, honestly still taken back a bit by the entire experience.  As Bash’s voice spoke up to beckon to the grandmother, Erin’s eyes lit a little, a smile to her lips as a small laugh released from within.  She brought her eyes in C.J.’s direction, as if to say that he was absolutely adorable without saying a word out loud.  As his mother joined them at the table, Erin was again struck by her presence.  Taking a deep breath, her hands in her lap, her top lip lifted slightly as the smile formed to her face and a whisper to her lips in C.J.’s direction-  Thank you for this.  –She spoke honestly, before the meal could be consumed, knowing that although it had been huge for her to be there, it had been equally as huge, if not more so, for him to welcome her to partake in such a family event.-

CJ Luciano    - reaching out for her hand, he gave her a gentle squeeze.- Our pleasure. -he stated, glancing down the other side of the table towards his mother before flashing Erin a gentle smile. The layout of the table structure always relied on the head of the table to begin eating though it wasn't something he quite enjoyed as he released her hand briefly. Helping his boys get some of the appetizer food on their plates as well as getting a bowl of the hot soup for Bash all together, pushing it forward on the table so he wouldn't spill it while he slid the salad bowl in Erin's direction to be passed over. Grabbing the soup where he helped himself. Always having soup and salad with every big meal like this.- though it's not too hard to impress a woman who lives off of frozen meals. -he added with a wink in her direction.-

Erin Lindsay -Taking the salad bowl and serving herself a small amount into her dish, she passed it down, then heard his comment about frozen meals, instantly bringing her to cut her eyes in his direction.  She could only imagine what his mother must think of a woman that didn’t cook for herself, living off frozen meals and ice cream.-  Hey!  -She shook her head, knowing there was just no defending the accusation as it was absolutely true for any time that she was not with C.J.-  Okay, it might be true, but still.  –She shook her head at him, a smile to her lips, in complete awe of a family sitting together for a meal, each seeming to want to be there.  Even in the Voight home, she had not experienced anything quite like it.  Lifting her napkin from beside her plate, she placed it against her lap.-  

CJ Luciano    Maybe Santa will do you a favor and leave you some home cooked, frozen foods in the freezer.—he teased with a wink, watching the salad make the rotation and naturally taking out a large amount so he had both soup and salad in abundance and taking a forkful of food as he glanced over towards his boys. Bash still concentrating on mastering keeping the soup on his spoon while his hand seemed to twitch with the desire to do it for him, looking back at his mom as if on cue before flashing her a smirk.- Might have to sit on my hands. -he teased before looking towards J.J. dropping a piece of salad on his lap. Picking up his own fork, stabbing a piece of salad that he brought to his mouth.-    

Erin Lindsay Maybe I’ll just start eating dinner over here and then it won’t be an issue.  –She flashed a quick smile in his direction, her way of letting him know she was feeling more comfortable with each passing moment or she never would have made even the slightest mention of such an occurrence.  As others started to eat, Erin followed suit, lifting a fork of salad to her lips, her eyes slipping to the little boy that sat across from her.  His struggle with the soup tugged at Erin’s heart strings, though it wasn’t her place to help him.  She easily took notice of C.J.’s desire to do the same, before taking another bite of her salad.  J.J.’s spill followed, again leading her to want to help him, but refraining as it was not her place.  There was an instinct that seemed to kick in a bit, though had nothing to do with any amount of academy training she had received.  Leaning to J.J., she took liberties to whisper to him.-  If you slide it under, it’s a little easier.  –She then did just that with her own salad, not pressuring him to do the same, with a small smile in his direction.-

CJ Luciano    - by the end of the meal, the boys had scattered off to the living room by the time the expresso was being brought out. A traditional part of the meal and helpful to keeping him awake, knowing he would need it to finish all the wrapping he had been procrastinating on. Noticing Erin had gotten a lot more comfortable by the time the pot had been brought out and coffee mugs.- one shot of this stuff and it’s like gasoline in your veins. -he teased, pouring her a cup, one for his mother and another for himself as his mother sat closer to him on his other side. A platter of cannolis infront of him which his mother forcefully put onto his plate, putting it back infront of him making him side-eye her.- I’ll get there…tomorrow. -he teased, not sure he’d be able to find the room.

Erin Lindsay -Completely full, Erin watched as a cup was placed before her.  She eyed C.J. as if to say she could partake in nothing more, but in turn, she lifted the mug to her lips.  The platter of cannolis taunted at her, tempting her, but already knowing there was no way in hell she could eat another single thing.-  It was all fantastic.  –She commented to the adults at the table who had prepared the meal, her last compliment to them both on possibly the fullest she had ever been in her life.-  Tomorrow may be too soon.  –She grinned, looking over at C.J., feeling his pain on that one.-  I might be ready to eat again on New Years.

CJ Luciano    I have a feeling I’m going to be taking a lot of these into work with me. -he stated honestly, gesturing towards the tray before the plate got pushed against him further. He eyed her carefully, even C.J. knowing better then to not listen to her as he picked it up. Still sighing lightly as he glanced over towards the kids in the living room.- I think that food coma will carry them to sleep pretty easily. Took them outback to play football earlier. Little did they realize my evil plan. -he teased, taking a bite of the cannoli.-

Erin Lindsay -Instantly grateful that his mother was not pushing cannolis in her direction, she nodded, knowing the guys in the unit would be tearing into the food as if they had never eaten before.-  You know they love it when you bring food.  –She grinned, shaking her head.-  Only time that place is quiet, I swear.  –At his mention of the kids, she turned and looked at them playing in the livingroom, bringing her eyes back to C.J.’s-  You have it all, you do realize this right?  They’re amazing.  –She truly meant her words as she lifted the mug again.-  You could be on your own tonight, since my own food coma could be kicking in soon.  –She teased, knowing she wouldn’t bail on him, but couldn’t pass up the chance to taunt him with her threat.-

CJ Luciano    Me not eating this entire plate of food is good for business, Ma. I take it into work, they taste them. Come to De Luca’s for more. See? My every thought is of you. -he teased, reaching down to unbutton his pants to allow himself some breathing room in the moment, smirking at his business attempt that only had his mother shaking her head at him. Hearing her statement about his boys, he smiled softly with a nod.- I know, they are good kids. Trying to keep ‘em like that. Good, self-sufficient kids…-stressing the sufficient part as it was difficult for him not to baby them as evident by the night’s dinner, he glanced back towards his mom.- though sometimes I think if it was up to me I’d still spoon feed them but…but you are not getting off anywhere. Santa has his work cut out tonight. -he stated, gesturing towards his bedroom where he had the stuff hidden in the closet. ‘Rumor has it that Santa went overboard to.’ his mother added leaving C.J. to nod his head.- Santa always goes overboard and I’m sure Santa’s mom helps…except Santa's mom abandons him at the hardest part of the whole thing.

Erin Lindsay -Erin could clearly see that the kids were good kids without him even mentioning it.  She hoped that this would be the first of many interactions between herself and them.  As the conversation turned to the ‘Santa work’ of the evening, she just shook her head, wondering what on earth she had agreed to.-  I can hold the tape while I’m asleep.  Just position my hand just right.  –She commented, a laugh to her lips as she nodded to his mother.-  Santa go overboard here?  I can’t even fathom it.  –She teased, easily seeing that C.J. would totally spoil them if his school shopping trip had been any indication.  Letting out a small yawn, she quickly lifted her hand to cover her mouth, shaking it off.-  Oh, that’s not a good sign.  –She grinned, taking another drink from the cup, hoping his promise of gasoline would hold true.-

CJ Luciano    Santa happens to be the King of overboard. -he remarked honestly, taking a mouthful of his expresso before hearing her yawn which had him raising a brow. Reaching out for the pot to refill her cup.- oh no, you don't. -he stated, watching his mother yawn a moment later bringing him to yawn himself.- goddammit.

Erin Lindsay -As the contagious legend of the yawn came to pass around the table, Erin could not even keep from laughing.-  I say naps.  Santa can take care of his own.  –She teased, reaching over and placing her hand under the table against C.J.’s knee, holding herself from saying something far too perverted to say in front of his mother, but finding a way to gesture to him just the same to make her words make sense.-  You’re going to have to find a way to stay awake.  –Another yawn struck her just as her last word released from her lips.-  I on the other hand… not so much.

CJ Luciano    You know, of all things for you two to bond over, it shouldn't surprise me that it's about leaving me out to dry. -he stated, looking at the two of them equally amused with one another as he took another mouthful of his expresso, feeling her against his knee having caught on himself. Glancing out towards the living room and the boys, J. rapidly fading out while Bash still fought it.- in a house full of 'em.

Erin Lindsay Maybe if you hadn’t procrastinated so badly… -She bit her lower lip, stopping her from finishing the very true statement, though knowing that some of that procrastination may very well have been at the fault of her own.-  Oh, not much longer on the little one.  I give it… eight minutes.  –She waged her bet, finishing off the last of her cup, returning the now empty mug to the table, flashing a smile in his direction.-  You are going to let me observe you putting them to bed, right?  -She asked, knowing that he had to recall that she found his parenting completely hot.-  I will stay super quiet and won’t even say a word.

CJ Luciano    Maybe if I had some help I wouldn't procrastinate. -he teased, narrowing his eyes on hers before hearing her estimate on Bash, nodding in agreement as he finished his cannoli.- If even that. -he confessed hearing her question about him putting them to bed bringing him to nod his head.- if you'd like, I mean...looks like it's going to be in two trips though unless I can load them ontop of one another without waking them up which isn't likely...-he remarked honestly, glancing over towards his mother who was already standing up to put away left overs.- don't worry about it, Ma. I'll get it. -he stated honestly, finishing the bit in his cup.-

Erin Lindsay -Erin sat quietly for just a moment, processing the situation and just what C.J. had stated about what putting the boys to bed would look like.  As his mother stood up and started to the kitchen, she brought her eyes to his, not speaking for a moment as she continued to size things up.  Her hand remaining to his knee, she gently squeezed against his trousers before speaking quietly.-  Or, if you wanted to make one trip… I could help you.  –Her offer was genuine, though she was prepared for him to deny it.  She certainly didn’t want to push things to too much too fast, but she was also greatly immersed in this amazing family atmosphere and didn’t want it to end so abruptly.-  Unless you think stacking them is the best idea… and I’ll just help your mom?

CJ Luciano    No, you can help me. If you can take little man, I'll take J. - hearing the sound of the water running as his mother attempted to do the dishes.- I swear, woman. Make me get up. -he teased, tone clearly playful as he got a kitchen rag thrown his direction that fell into his lap. He stood up with a light smirk, feeling there was still some left in the expresso container.- Go sit down and relax, Ma. I got this. -he stressed, having clearly been joking about the stacking part as he glanced over. Seeing Bash had finally drifted off.- We'll give them a few more minutes to make sure they are really asleep. -he explained, grabbing a few of the plates where the water started running again anyway.-

Erin Lindsay I can do that.  -The idea of helping C.J. take the boys to bed brought a full-genuine smile to her lips, her only concern that Bash would wake up and somehow freak out that she was carrying him, but she was trusting C.J. on his decision.  As she rose from the table, assisting in the clearing, she paused a moment, deep in her own thoughts.  After a moment, she walked forward to the kitchen, bringing in a few plates from the table, stealing a private moment with him in the kitchen.-  I’ll wash and you dry?  -She offered, placing the plates on the counter and turning to look to him.  Her eyes drifting up immediately, a relaxed smile to her lips.-  

CJ Luciano    Sounds like a plan. -he stated in response to her wanting to dry as he washed, flicking a bit of warm water at her playfully before turning it on hot. Pouring some dish soap on the sponge where he got started on the stuff already in the sink and not yet battling the other stuff on the countertop. Working assembly line style as the leftovers were packed up and he cleaned. Passing a dish her way before working on the next. Whistling to himself.-

Erin Lindsay -Working together to make light work of the after-dinner mess, she took the dishes from him one at a time and did her part.  Leaning her head against his upper arm, she cut her eyes up to him.-  What are you whistling about? –She asked, certain it couldn’t be some whistle while you work thing, seeing as she had only seen him whistle during key times that she could remember and none of them involved work.-  

CJ Luciano    Well you're not talking and i have to entertain myself somehow. -he stated honestly, raising a brow as she seemed to think he was up to something when perhaps for once, he wasn't. Going back about his work as his eyes cut back to the sink.- man can't whistle in peace in his own house. Women. -he teased, scrubbing a particularly rough dish before washing it under the water and handing it over.- Give me something to talk about and not whistle about and I won't have to whistle at all.

Erin Lindsay Well, we could talk about what that is on your face.  –She teased, taking the next dish from him and moving along with their work.-  Or we could talk about how you were right and I had nothing to be nervous about.  –Keeping her head against his upper arm, she did her best to make his part of the dishes a little bit harder as she refused to budge from her spot.-  Or we could talk about how this was the greatest night ever, or we could talk about the fact that you may never get me out of your house again, or about the weather, which is freaking cold, in case you hadn’t noticed.  –She shot a grin up to him.-  Or you could just whistle and I’ll just do my job and be quiet.

CJ Luciano    Dude, I know. My nipples are wearing my shirts thin from how cold it’s been. -he stated, wishing he was kidding and somehow having taken that out of everything she said. Eyeing her curiously though, he raised a brow.- as for the first part, I’m shaving it tonight. I kind of just wanted to piss you off but…you’d never have to leave if you didn’t want to. One day. -he seemed to promise, leaning over to kiss her forehead. Hearing his Mom behind him.- As fun as I am to live with, big guns De Luca back here would like to slide into her position of normal grandmother someday and get her own place, ain’t that right? -he asked, loud enough for his mom to hear as she poured the rest of the expresso in one of the cups before it went into the sink. ‘That’s right. Someday I’ll be able to bring guys from speed dating back to my place.’ Immediately groaning at that answer, C.J. was disgusted.- Come on…really? I just ate…

Erin Lindsay -Before she could respond to a word he had said, he was engaging his mother again, giving her a hard time to which she instantly reversed it on him, bringing a grin to Erin’s lips.  She was sharp, Erin would give her that, and it was now easy for her to see where C.J. got it from.  Seeing him in his fully natural element was something she would not soon forget.-  Maybe I should have bought you new shirts for Christmas instead?  -She teased, turning to look to his mom, nodding her head with a grin.-  Or set yourself up one of those online dating profiles.  I hear those work well.  –She glanced in C.J.’s direction, her grin firmly in place.-  Could always introduce her to Hank.  –She shook her head at her own joke, turning her attention back to the dishes.-  Kidding.  I’m kidding.

CJ Luciano    Don't encourage her. She's decided she's going to pick up some young kid in his 20s. Swear to God, Ma. You bring home a guy younger than me and I'll set his spot at the dinner table with a bib, bottle and plastic spoons. -he called to her, hearing her laugh in response, shaking his head as he watched her. Finishing up the stuff in the sink in a few minutes, knowing that should his mother have any impediment with the potential someday stand-in, she would have voiced it by now but she was eager to be able to do her own thing. Not that he blamed her.- Oh yeah, introduce her to Voight. That'll work out well as long as she doesn't mention the bodies in the freezer. -drying his hands, he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before pulling back from the sink.-

Erin Lindsay Yeah, that’ll work handsomely.  –She shook her head, certainly not bold enough to attempt hooking Hank up with anyone, as she knew there surely was no one that could quite handle that man aside from his late wife.  Stealing the towel from his hands, she dried the countertop beside the sink.-  You should be nice to your mother.  –She commented out of place, having already decided that the woman was a god send before ever meeting her for all she did to help C.J. with his kids and the freedom that she allowed them together by being with her grandchildren.-  Your Santa duties await.  –She reminded, faking a yawn though she was no longer tired.-  My nap awaits.  –Slipping her hand into his for a moment, she lifted her chin to look up to him.-  Boys to bed.  Me to bed.  You to Santa?

CJ Luciano    I am being nice to my mother, I'm just being honest. She seems alright now but she's crazy, I promise you. -he stated, hearing her laugh in the other room, a tell tale sign as she slipped into the kitchen and he heard her suggestion. He met her eyes before shaking his head.- Yes, boys to bed, Me AND you to Santa. Yes, I like that version better. -he stated, giving her hand a gentle squeeze to guide her out into the living room. Looking at Bash positioned easily while his job would not be such a simple task picking him up without waking him up.-

Erin Lindsay Yeah, I hear ya.  –She teased, following him to the livingroom and looking down at the boys asleep, a smile easily forming to her lips.  Letting go of his hand, she stood over Bash, biting gently at her lower lip before looking over to C.J. then back down at the sleeping child.  She slipped her arms beneath him, cradling him in her arms, then standing fully, supporting the small child against her.  She turned, not heading for the stairs until C.J. did, as she had never been upstairs and did not know where the boys’ room was.  She dared not speak, just looking to C.J. with a smile to her lips that he would let her not only watch, but partake in taking his boys to bed.-

CJ Luciano    - watching her manage Bash, he had to lean down to scoop J over his shoulder. Glancing down to see if he had woken him up but not seeing his eyes open. Dimples still managing to flare even when asleep as he glanced towards Erin, gesturing her to follow up the steps where he went to the last door on the left amongst two others, opening it where he flipped on the light revealing the kid's room. Both sharing a room for the meantime. Two beds along either side in a cop theme room that was obviously aptly chosen.-

Erin Lindsay -Carefully taking each step to the second floor behind C.J., Erin rounded the corner into the bedroom, careful not to hit Bash’s head on the door frame, knowing it would be the first and last time she would ever be allowed to help him take the kids to bed if she did so.  The theme of the room brought a grin to her face, bringing her to think for just a moment what her own life could have been if her parents had given half a shit of what C.J. put into his kids.  Shaking the thought, she carried Bash to his bed, leaning over and using one hand to pull back his blanket before resting the small body against the sheet, slowly maneuvering her hands out from beneath him and pulling the blanket over him, retreating to the doorway of the room.-

CJ Luciano    - pulling down the blanket for J., he slipped him into his own bed. Laying him down carefully and pulling the pillow behind his head as he pulled up his blanket. He leaned over, pressing a kiss to his forehead before doing the same for Bash, watching her in the door way as he slipped out himself. Closing the door carefully behind him.- Mission accomplished. Well done. Most difficult mission yet. -he teased, pressing his knuckles to hers before slowly retreating down the steps.-

Erin Lindsay -Watching as he tucked his kids in, she stood silently, as promised, a smile to her lips as she watched him kiss each of his boys goodnight before joining her outside of the now closed door.  She kept quiet as they headed down the stairs, herself only a step behind him.  As she stepped off of the last step, she linked her finger through his back belt loop of his pants.-  By far, coolest thing I’ve ever seen.  –She commented, leaning her forehead against his back.-  And so completely hot, just so you know.

CJ Luciano    Hot? Really? -still having a hard time believing that that was a fitting adjective in that moment, feeling her against his back. He laughed softly, stopping in the living room to turn around and face her. His mother still in the kitchen allowing them a moment as he reached out. His hands finding his shoulders, giving her petite stature a gentle squeeze.- I'm glad you feel comfortable though. He'll come along and be up your ass in no time. He's a little scared of women. -he explained honestly, pressing his lips to the tip of her nose.- but I know you are the right person to help him with that.    

Erin Lindsay Incredibly.  –She smirked as he turned around, knowing he couldn’t get it and she had no way to explain it.  It just had to be accepted for what it was.  As his hands found her shoulders, she released her hold at the back of his pants, feeling his kiss to her nose that brought a smile to her lips.-  It’s all good.  He can do it in his time and I’ll do it in mine too.  –She smiled, admitting that it would take a while before she could consider herself truly comfortable with his children.  Lifting her hand to the back of his neck, her eyes locked to his.-  So we should go get your Santa on?  I practiced my tape holding skills and I must say, I’m pretty good at it.

CJ Luciano    and you'll have all the time in the world. -he stated honestly, knowing this wasn't just about his kid getting used to her but vice versa. He knew it was a big adjustment but the fact that she was willing to go down the journey in the first place was nothing short of impressive and appreciated. Feeling her against the back of his neck, he found himself laughing.- So you think. -he stated, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before pulling back as they walked towards his room, hearing his mom still cleaning up the kitchen and eventually the living room to it's usual pristine only to be ruined the next day. He left his bedroom door open as he walked to the closet, opening it where bags were literally spilling out and onto the floor.- I don't label anything for them unless it's clothes, the toys and what not belong to both of them so there is nothing to worry about as far as labeling goes.

Erin Lindsay -Following him into the room, she watched as he explained his labelling process, almost surprised by his approach to it all.  She nodded her head slowly, giving him mental props for the genius way of handling the gifts.  Walking over to his bed, she sat down on the edge and held out her hand.-  I don’t do labels.  I do tape.  –She teased, finally giving up the act.-  Okay, okay, I’ll do more than tape.  –Looking over at the mass of items in his closet, then glancing back to him, her eyes widened.-  Hey hun?  Did you get anything done before today?  -She looked as if she were in pure shock at the pile of bags.-  Shit.  –She shook her head, closing her eyes for a minute.-  You have elves coming to help us?

CJ Luciano    No and no. -he stated upon the question of if he had anything done and about the elves.- just put the elves to bed, remember? -he asked honestly, beginning to pull everything out of the bed.- I have a method. I get all the big stuff done and then everything doesn't suck so much after the big stuff and the weird shaped shit. -he explained, unbagging it all before beginning to separate it. Pulling the wrapping paper from the top of his nearby desk with a pair of ssiscors and some tape.-

Erin Lindsay And I was nervous about dinner.  Silly me.  –She commented, stepping over the pile and sitting down on the floor, pulling her knee height boots from her legs, tossing them out of the way, criss crossing her socked feet as she leaned back against the end of his bed.-  Okay, it’s totally cool.  We’ll have this done in… an hour?  Two?  -She asked, having no idea how long this would take, as she had never attempted such madness.-  Tell me what to do and I’m all over it.  If I can take down a 250 pound man at work yesterday, on the run even, then I can totally tackle a simple gift wrap session.

CJ Luciano    - managing to sort it all before he slipped into the kitchen, returning with a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. Suggesting he wasn't kidding about his drinking game as he set it down far enough away from them to not knock it over but close enough for it to be near. He sat down infront of her, grabbing a gift for him and a gift for her as he rolled out the paper. Pulling himself up on his knees as he got started with that first gift. Careful of his corners in excellent craftsman ship.-

Erin Lindsay -When he returned to the bedroom with whiskey and shot glasses, Erin looked up with a grin to her lips.-  And now I understand why drinking is involved.  –She mentioned as she grabbed for the bottle and both shot glasses, setting them each up with a shot as she watched him working some skillful magic with the paper.-  That doesn’t look that hard…. –She mentioned as she looked down at the gift he had placed before her, downing her shot before even touching a roll of paper, watching him as she studied his ways as to replicate them on her own.-  

CJ Luciano    You really have never wrapped anything before? -he asked, having a hard time believing that as he held the roll of tape between his teeth. Pulling off a piece to plant a side down.- It's official, I'm dating an alien. -he teased, spitting out the tape as he slipped that one done gift to the side.-

Erin Lindsay -Watching the surprise plastered to his face, she shrugged her shoulders.-  You aren’t dating an alien!  -She argued, unrolling a roll of paper before her to do as he had done.-  Your birthday gift came in a gift bag.  If we were bagging this shit, I’d be done by now.  –She added, bringing the scissors to the paper and cutting a straight edge to the size she imagined would cover the gift.-  Christmas in my house wasn’t like this, hun.  It involved whiskey, yes, but other than that… -She shook her head, not wanting to disclose to him what her life had actually looked like before Hank.-

CJ Luciano    I know that but I figured somewhere between childhood and now, you'd get a little wrapping experience. -he stated honestly, slipping the second gift onto the rolled out paper and doing what she had done, cutting the piece.- that's alright, I enjoy your alieness, makes you easy to impress. -he teased with a wink.-

Erin Lindsay Gift bags.  I tell you.  Gift bags.  –She reminded him, the truth of every gift she had ever given as something about measuring and folding to make things appear seamless just wasn’t something she had ever been brave enough to attempt.-  I’m not an alien.  –She argued again, pulling a piece of tape from the dispenser, taping one end of the paper down, folding the other around the gift, leaving a gap in the back that brought her to laugh.-  Just fire me now.

CJ Luciano    You are an alien. -he argued back, having to laugh at how cute she sounded arguing with him. Eying the gap in her gift, he shook his head.- Here, take a patch. -he stated, cutting off a square piece of paper that he tapped onto the side.- tada, all fixed. -he stated with a smirk, folding up another side before he finished up his 2nd gift.- slacking, woman. Slacking.    

Erin Lindsay Am. Not. –She continued to argue, determined not to give up on this one.  She watched as he fixed her wrapping job, having to grin at his abilities, meaning he must have done the same at some point in time.-  Look at you, the fixer!  -She laughed as she watched again as he did the sides, attempting to do the same, but finding herself to need eight pieces of tape to do it justice.-  BAM.  One down.  Forty million to go.  That’s what’s up.

CJ Luciano    There we go, hun. You'll be a professional in no time. -he stated honestly, working on his other one as he cut off. Momentarily patting his lap to find the tape, realizing he didn't find it as his eyes narrowed and reaching for his shot.- Where the fuck did I put that. -he asked, cocking the shot back before wincing, finding it underneath his wrapping paper.-

Erin Lindsay -Watches as he reaches for the shot glass, laughing to herself as his text from earlier was true.  She grabbed the bottle of whiskey and filled both glasses again.-  You drink when you can’t find something and I’ll drink before every gift.  I’m going to have to use Uber to get home tonight.  –She laughed, tossing back her shot and starting another gift.-

CJ Luciano    You are stuck with me tonight, ladyfriend. Got news for you. -he stated honestly, getting back to his wrapping as he finished up a few more gifts.- and if you play your cards right, I'll think about letting you go home tomorrow night.

Erin Lindsay -She cut her eyes at him as he used the word on her.-  Oh?  -She asked, finishing the next gift without nearly as many issues, but still not quite to his expert level.-  You keeping me?  -She asked, reaching for another shot, a grin to her lips.-  If YOU play YOUR cards right, I might let you keep me.

CJ Luciano    Come off it, you know I can keep you. -he pointed out, raising a brow at her choosing to lie to him like that. Watching her with that shot, he kept himself going with the presents.- I mean...I'm pretty awesome, let's be honest.

Erin Lindsay Mhm.  I’ll drink to that.  –She grinned, taking another shot before looking over at him.-  You are pretty awesome.  –Taking another gift, she placed it on the paper, continuing through a couple more without venturing to the bottle, picking up speed a bit.-  I’m the lucky one.  I know.

CJ Luciano    - losing his tape again.- motherfuck...man, seriously...-growling softly, taking up his second shot and cocking it back, swirling it through his mouth before swallowing.- I make out pretty good in all fairness.    

Erin Lindsay -Unable to resist the set up, she reached over, gently gripping his thigh in her small hand.-  I can attest to you making out pretty good.  I might even say better than pretty good.  –She bit her lower lip, withdrawing her hand with a smile to her lips as she returned to the gift in front of her, setting it off to the side.-

CJ Luciano    You are lucky my door is open right now...-he mentioned right now, whispering as he watched that bite on her bottom lip, shooting up a brow as he still heard his mom cleaning up the other room, shaking his head at her with a grumble.- and of-course that gifts for my children are in front of me.

Erin Lindsay -Finally feeling some of the effects of the shots she had taken, she grinned, feeling dangerously flirty.-  How exactly does that make me lucky?  I think that makes me very Unlucky.  –She nodded her head, her decision made.-  Or maybe you’re unlucky.  Or lucky.  –She shakes her head, struggling to make sense of it.-  No one is getting lucky.  –She nodded, laying back on the floor, her hand over her face dramatically, a laugh to her lips.-

CJ Luciano    Oh yeah? -laughing considering that made no sense at all and she was definitely feeling it when he was not. Watching her lay back making him shake his head.- Alright Scarlett O'Hara. -he added, grabbing a nearby stick bow. Sticking it onto the front of her shirt before going back to wrapping.-

Erin Lindsay -Sitting up, the bow actually sticking to her shirt for a minute, she laughed, moving her hand to his arm, tugging at him.-  ONE just ONE minute and then I PROMISE I’ll go back to wrapping.  I promise.  –The bite to her lip right on cue as she looked from his eyes to his lips then back to his eyes.-  Completely PG, maybe PG-13, and under sixty seconds.

CJ Luciano

   Fiiine. -he stated, feeling her against his arm. Leaning in, allowing her to lean in and fill the gap.- don't even try slipping me the tongue though. I'm not someone whose innocence you can take advantage of. -he stated with a wink.-

Erin Lindsay -Leaning in to him, she heard his terms which instantly prompted her to drop her mouth open in shock.-  No tongue?  I said PG13, not G!  -She complained, sticking out her lower lip in a full on brat pout.-  

CJ Luciano    - laughing softly, he leaned forward and nipped against her bottom lip between his teeth with a tug. Dirty tactics against his own rules.-

Erin Lindsay -Feeling his teeth against her lip, she brought her hand to the side of his face, pulling herself a little closer to him, yet not pressing her lips to his, knowing she could not agree to his terms, still pouting as best she could.-

CJ Luciano    - smiling softly as their lips lingered in such close proximity, eyes still open as he watched her after releasing her bottom lip.- I was kidding, you know.

Erin Lindsay -A small grin crossed her lips as he confessed that he had been kidding.-  Oh, so now you want the tongue?  Am I getting this right?  -She teased, not giving him the opportunity to answer before pressing her lips against his.-

CJ Luciano    Mmm...-he hummed teasingly in response, pressing his lips back to hers without much complaint as he kept his hands pressed to the floor alongside of him.-

Erin Lindsay -Bringing her other hand behind his neck, she moved closer, her tongue trailing at the part of his lips then quickly retracting, breaking her lips from his with a grin on her face.-

CJ Luciano

   Just remember, no roll over minutes. -he told her honestly, tapping his watch playfully before kissing the tip of her nose.- I love you. -he stated, reminding her of the obvious.-

Erin Lindsay -Leaning her head to the side, her grin turned to a smile.-  I love you too.  –She stole his lips once more, bringing her hand to his chest, pushing him back from her, the smile still to her lips.-   Get on it, Santa.

CJ Luciano    - laughing as she pushed at his chest, he fell back dramatically against the ground.- help, life alert. I've fallen and cannot get up. That means you have to do the wrapping. -he stated, knowing it was a stretch but worth the shot.-

Erin Lindsay -Instantly bursting into laughter at his dramatics, she shook her head.-  Pass me my phone and I’ll call it in!  -She teased, reaching over for his hand.-  Roll an ambo to… -She teased, slipping into her ‘radio voice’ that she would use to call things in.-  I’m not doing all the wrapping!  -Eyes him, looking him up and down as he laid out on the floor.-  I’m pretty good at Unwrapping though.

CJ Luciano    - smirking hearing her pretend to call it in, he glanced towards her before shaking his head.- no unwrapping til it's done. -he reminded her with a wink, still not yet moving from the floor. Tucking his hands behind his head as if he was getting comfortable.-

Erin Lindsay -Pulling back, she crossed her arms across her chest, trying to decide what to do next.  Finally, she grinned, feeling almost like a teenage girl in a boys room with the door standing open and his mom down the hall.-  Oh?  -She asked, leaning over him, pressing her lips against his again, taking advantage of his position.-

CJ Luciano    - his hand found the back of her neck as her lips pressed to his. Pushing his back a little harder in a firm kiss before he pulled back. Hands down at his sides on the floor gesturing for her to give him a minute as he pushed up, nearly army crawling to push the door before sliding back to where he was.- sheer laziness right here.

Erin Lindsay -Releasing a sigh as he broke his lips from hers, she moved away and watched as he shut the door, his comment bringing a grin to her lips as she reached over for the bottle of whiskey.-  Too bad it takes effort to lock it.  –She added with a grin as she poured two more shots.-  You realize you may have just halted all wrapping progress by providing us with that privacy?

CJ Luciano    No, that's why I didn't lock it. I know then it's all over. -he stated honestly, knowing himself fairly well at this point as he forced himself back up and to the wrapping. Whining all the while.- I should just hire someone for this...there have be professional wrappers out there. You'd have to be careful with the job description though "I thought you were looking for professional rappers."

Erin Lindsay Or next year you wrap as you buy or invest in gift bags!  -She laughed, downing her shot and returning to the gifts, pulling off pieces of tape, pressing them to her nose, finding a faster way than struggling with the tape dispenser at every turn.-  Maybe if there was a professional rapper while the wrappers wrapped then we could dance and drink and unwrap instead!

CJ Luciano    I don't dance, Erin. We went over this. Then again, i don't think you remember that conversation...much less twerking. -borrowing a piece of tape from her nose for his own wrapping, folding up an edge before the other and sealing up the sides.-

Erin Lindsay I can totally twerk!  -She added, indicative of the fact that she was now slightly plastered, gasping as he stole tape from her nose, replacing it with another piece as she continued on her gift.-  I have skills, boyfriend.  –She added, having no recollection of the first time.-

CJ Luciano    Believe me, I didn't believe it the right time but I know now. -he stated honestly as he passed that gift on, starting on his next one. Now clearly picking up his pace, just wanting to be done before taking a shot for shits and giggles to try to achieve the level of loseness that she was on.-

Erin Lindsay You better know.  –She laughed, watching him take a shot, resisting the urge to take one mid-gift.  Joining the paper in the middle, she taped it up, putting more tape on her nose to do the sides, finishing it off and grabbing another.-  I could have been a  professional and then we wouldn’t have met and then you would have been super sad and been partnered with someone else, like Burgess or Dawson and had a boring, boring life.

CJ Luciano    So boring. -barely able to keep a straight face with each new addition of tape to her nose.- then I would have had to find a dating site to meet napoleon-complexed and incredibly attractive female cops that put tape on their nose. Do you know how difficult those are to find in the market? -he asked, seemingly serious, cocking a brow.-

Erin Lindsay -Nodding her head, she went along with every word.-  I do know!  They just don’t exist, CJ!  -She announced, grabbing the whiskey and taking another shot.-  I mean, just think though.  If I had followed that calling, I could have been your CI!  -She joked, something she would never have joked about sober.-  The pay was alright as a CI.  It would have been better as a twerker.  Are there people that get paid to twerk?  YOU.  YOU paid me to twerk!  -She laughed out loud, putting tape on his nose-

CJ Luciano    Here, let me help you. -he stated, pulling the tape from his nose and teasingly attempting to put it on her lips before he pulled back with it and used it to close up another gift, shoveling it to the side before the next coming through assembly line smile.- You wouldn't want to be my C.I. though, I can't sleep with those. I mean I couldn't technically sleep with my partner either but that's way less frowned upon than C.I's and all given the wiggle room and choice of morality.

Erin Lindsay But you almost did.  That one time.  Almost.  –She nodded, again something she would never have joked about.-  Wait, did you just try to tape my mouth shut?  Do you want me to shut up?  I never.  –She shook her head, returning to the gift in front of her, struggling with the scissors to cut a straight line.-  I mean, tape could be fun, but over my mouth?  -She asked, flashing a grin in his direction.-

CJ Luciano    Yeah, it could be fun. I could put the tape over every major airway. -teasing her further with a wink, shaking his head upon the suggestion of sleeping with his partner.- but no, I never did. She wanted it but I don't give in...-he teased, watching her trying to cut straight which didn't quite turn out but too amused to stop her.-

Erin Lindsay -While trying to straighten her cut, she shaved off more paper, but still wasn’t quite getting it there.-  You want a dead girlfriend?  Oh, then you’ll make me a lampshade!  I remember!  -She laughed, tossing the scissors onto the floor carelessly.-  I quit.  I give up.  The paper is broken!  Wait… who wanted what?  The CI?  What was her name?  -She tapped her finger against her thigh.-  NATALIE!

CJ Luciano    Who? -he asked, pretending like he had no idea what she was talking about though he clearly remembered, Choosing not to as he shook his head, watching her toss down the scissors which was probably for the best.- no drunk scissoring. -he stated, laughing at the alternate meaning of that as he still worked at his own gifts. One after the other, noticing the pile slowly dwindling.-

Erin Lindsay -Clearly giving up on wrapping, she caught the alternative meaning of his choice of words, instantly turning her head to look at him.-  Oh?  No drunk scissoring?  Damn shame.  –With a grin to her lips paired with a raise of her eye brows, she moved over behind him, looking over his shoulder as he attempted to wrap the next gift.-  Whataya got against drunk scissoring?

CJ Luciano    I don't have anything against it. I just don't do it. Maybe you should call this "Natalie" woman you are so fond of for all that. -he added, hardly able to hold back his smirk as he used air quotes and all, feeling her slipping behind him in attempt to finish up.- I'm sure she'd love it.

Erin Lindsay Natalie?  I don’t want to do anything, much less see that.. –She bit her lip, shaking her head no.-  WE could do it.  Seriously!  I’ll be super careful and you just have to do the same because… in case you didn’t know this… -She brought her lips to his ear, whispering as her lips brushed against his lobe.-  You’re really big.

CJ Luciano    - hearing her speak against his ear, he smiled softly. Possibly the words every man wanted to hear, he nodded his head slowly to not disrupt the presence of her mouth.- Yeah, I know. That's why we can't scissor. It'll get in the way. -he pointed out, finishing up yet another gift and picking up one of the last few.-    

Erin Lindsay -Taking the opportunity to graze her teeth against his ear, she kept her tone low.-  It won’t get in the way, it’ll be in, all the way.  –She corrected, her words certainly nothing like what she would have soberly spoken to him.  Slipping her hand to his shoulder, she moved her hand along his arm, tugging at the crook of his arm.-  Come on.  It’ll take like… twelve minutes.

CJ Luciano    C'mooon Erin. -he sighed as that first statement literally had him dropping the tape, completely disorienting him from the game he was attempting to play but being beat at his own tricks. Feeling her against his shoulder, hearing her statement making him laugh.- when I'm done and all this is tucked into the living room. -he stated honestly, nodding at his own terms as they were impressive.-    

Erin Lindsay -Grinning at the tape drop, pleased with her flirting tactics and their obvious effects on him, she refused to let up.-  OR you could give me my twelve minutes now, and I’ll let you tuck something somewhere and I might let you bring the tape.  –Relentlessly tugging at his arm, her lips finding their way to the side of his neck in an attempt to aide her persuasion.-

CJ Luciano    - inhaling deeply as she was clearly testing his ability to hold out in these moments. Any other time, he would have given in by now but he had clearly decided he was going to get this finished up for his kid's sake before he allowed himself his own rewards.- 12 minutes though? you are ambitious...-he teased, feeling her still at the side of his neck as he glanced to meet her eyes.- You are a punk. -he added, finishing up that last gift.-

Erin Lindsay -Sighing, she let up, pressing her hands against his shoulders and pushing herself to a standing position behind him, walking to where the whiskey bottle and shot glasses were still laid, filling a glass and taking the shot before replacing the glass to the floor.-  No, I’m a loving girlfriend who wanted twelve minutes.  You are a punk.  –She argued with a nod of her head and a smirk to her lips.-

CJ Luciano    Oh, wanted? Past tense? Hm...damn shame, might have given up 13 too...-he teased, feeling her giving up on him as he slowly pulled himself to his feet. Smirking softly at her as he began to drag out an arm full of the gifts to the living room to arrange them under the tree.-

Erin Lindsay -Standing in almost shock that he could just walk out, she shook her head, bending down and picking up several packages, carrying them out of the room behind him, placing them on the floor near him, then returning to bring more to him, figuring if she couldn’t get her twelve minutes, she might as well be somewhat helpful seeing as she had quit the wrapping gig.-

CJ Luciano    - laughing at her reaction, not necessarily one suggesting that he wasn't interested but knowing once he completely gave her the green light that all hope for productiveness went out the window for that night. He couldn't afford to not have it all done and thus was left arranging what he had under the tree, making a few more trips to collect it all there in its entirety. Left standing in the living room, feeling like he was forgetting something before shaking his head. Not speaking too loud so his kids could hear him somehow.- Mom did the stockings, think    Santa is done for the night.

Erin Lindsay -After all of the gifts were brought to the living room, she stood back, just watching him as he arranged the gifts under the tree.  On his feet, his words brought the flirtatious grin to her lips as she nodded her head and stepped forward to him, taking his hand in her own.-  So does this mean I get my twelve minutes now?  -Tilting her head to the side, the grin turned to a smirk as she glanced from the tree to him.-  When you’re done with this tree, we should take it to my apartment.  –She bit her lower lip, nodding her head slightly, leaving her intentions to him to figure out.-

CJ Luciano    Yes, yes. Your 12 minutes...-he stated, watching her step in front of him. Knowing his mom had already slipped off to bed from how quiet the house was. Hearing her statement, he had to raise a brow.- when I am done arranging the tree or when I am physically done with the tree? -he asked curiously, obviously confused and trying not to smile but failing as a result of the indenting dimples suggesting he was both confused and amused as he pulled her towards him. Arms slipping around her shoulder, pressing his lips to her forehead.-

Erin Lindsay -His agreement to giving her the twelve minutes that she had been so patiently waiting for brought light to her eyes as he pulled her closer, his lips to her forehead in what would have ordinarily felt like a sweet moment, but instead only furthered her cause.  Boldly moving her hand between them, she brought her hand against him, molding his pants to his form as she answered.-  No, when you’re done with it.  Before you throw it away?  I promise, it’ll be worth it. –Lifting her chin, she cut her eyes up to him, a full smile to her lips.-  And then I’ll take twelve more minutes under it.  Capiche?

CJ Luciano    Mmm...-he seemed to hum in a low growl as he now understood what she was suggesting, feeling her hand against his groin making him smile softly.- all else fails...could also try to get a lunch break when no one's here as well. -he offered, raising a brow.- but I will make sure this tree gets to your place personally even if I might have to find a way to get it through your window. -he teased with a soft smirk, leaning forward to press his lips to her full lips.- Into the batcave, yeah? -he asked, gesturing towards his bedroom door.-

Erin Lindsay -Not in the slightest surprised by his kiss, she attempted to hold onto it a moment longer before his lips broke from hers.-  Might have to do the lunch break thing at least one more time.  –She nodded, keeping her hand against him, applying pressure through her palm, now unable to stop herself as he made no attempt to cease her actions against him.-  You better hurry.  It’s been hours… days… months!  -She laughed as quietly as her drunken state would allow, taking a step back, gripping him through the fabric as if to bring him along with her.-  

CJ Luciano

   Absolutely. -agreeing with the suggestion of the lunch break bit, he knew soon once he put his notice in, they might not be working together but it would definitely open up a lot of possibilities for them as far as lunch breaks went. Feeling her still pushing against him, rapidly hardening at her persuasion. Allowing her to guide him along as they made it to the bedroom. Closing and locking the door behind him.-

Erin Lindsay -Her eyes remaining to his as she attempted to walk backwards to his bedroom, trusting that he would not let her run into the wall along the way, she paused at the door as he shut and locked the bedroom, recounting her words from earlier.-  You realize you may have just halted all progress by providing us with such privacy?  -She bit her lower lip, shaking her head no.-  Or you may have just sped up the process a bit.  –She nodded her head, thinking that sounded more like it as she finally released her hand from him, moving both hands to the waist of his pants, pulling him towards his bed.-  

CJ Luciano

   It should have sped up the process unless you are some kind of sexual deviant and get off on potentially getting caught by someone's mom...-he teased as she pulled him towards the bed, his hands finding the bottom of her shirt as he took a step back until he could sit on the end of the bed. Pulling that shirt up to access her bare abdomen, pressing his lips to her stomach.- speaking of which, I might have to make you sign a statement of consent and all since you've been drinking. -he teased with a wink.-

Erin Lindsay -Standing before him, her eyes drifting down as he placed a kiss to her mid-section, prompting her to move both hands to the back of his head as he lifted his eyes to hers.-  Oh?  I consent.  Take it as my verbal signature.  I solemnly agree to absolutely anything, as long as it is with you.  –She smiled, using her hands against the back of his head to bring her lips to his, positioning herself between his legs.  A bite to his lower lip, tugging at his lip for only a moment before releasing him.-  Or maybe you promised me drunk C.J. and you are far from it, so we should fix that first?  -She shrugged playfully.-

CJ Luciano    - giving up a low growl at her bite to his bottom lip, meeting her eyes as she pulled back and he met her eyes.- You can try but I mean...I ate. A lot...and it's just absorbing right into my stomach. -he stated honestly as his hands passed down her bare sides under her shirt. Glancing down towards the ground, he looked back up towards her.- grab me the bottle and we'll give it a go, no promises though. -he offered, perking a brow.-

Erin Lindsay -Taking a deep breath to the touch of his hands against her skin, weighing her options as she stood before him, she took a step back, turning and picking up the whiskey bottle, without regard for the shot glasses.  Returning to her claimed place before him, she turned and took liberties to sit on one of his legs, uncapping the bottle and bringing it to his lips.-  Fast, remember, we’re speeding up progress here.  Get after it.  –She nodded, persuading him, partially for her own benefit and partially because she now wanted another drink herself.-

CJ Luciano    - watching her bring the bottle to his lips, he pressed his lips to the opening of the bottle. Allowing her to tilt it back as he chugged down a few mouthfuls, pulling back only when he thought he had done the trick and feeling his throat burning for mercy. - Think I just cleared out my sinuses. -he commented, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth as his arms slipped around her waist as she sat against his leg, pulling her better to his lap.-

Erin Lindsay -The longer he drank, the broader the smile on her face became.- Impressive. –She commented, easily moving more fully to his lap, turning the bottle to her own lips.  Lifting the bottle back, she took a decent shot, but did not attempt to rival the self-torture he had just done to himself.  Bringing the bottle back down, she lightly shook her head with a crinkle to her nose.-  More?  -She asked, bringing the bottle close to his lips, trailing the rim against his lips.-  You know you want more… -She teased.-

CJ Luciano    I do what I can. -he teased, though still clearly feeling the burn, watching her take the shot making him eye her in response.- that was weak. -he teased before she pressed the bottle to his lips making him smirk.- sure. -he stated, pressing his lips firmly back to it to take another few mouthfuls before pulling back.- alright, I think I'm good. i'll be asleep in about 5 minutes at this rate.

Erin Lindsay -As he took another drink from the bottle, she gasped.-  Weak?  I’ve been on it all night!  -A laugh to her lips, she retracted the bottle from his lips, stealing the taste from his lips momentarily, bringing the bottle to the side of her face, turning out of the kiss with the bottle to her lips.-  You just want me drunker.  –She proclaimed, not arguing with the idea as she lifted the bottle back, attempting to do as he had done, taking several mouthfuls before she lowered the bottle, turning and burying her face against his neck as the burn radiated down her throat.-  Shit… -She complained, taking a deep breath.-

CJ Luciano    - feeling her at his neck having gotten her fill, he smirked as his arms tightened around her.- clears your breathing right up, huh? -he asked, pressing his lips to her temple before shaking his head.- No, I don't need you anymore drunk. Matter of fact, I'm getting a little jealous of that bottle. it's getting more action than I am. -he reminded her as his lips trailed her jawline.-

Erin Lindsay Uh huh… -She agreed breathlessly.  The mention of jealousy brought a grin to her lips as his own trailed her jawline.-  YOU get jealous?  I have yet to see it.  –She whispered, her eyes closed lightly as she pressed her lips against the flesh of his neck.-  Tell me about it.  –She added as she continued to hold the bottle in one hand, her other hand tugging at the collar of his shirt in an attempt to give her access to his shoulder.-

CJ Luciano I get plenty jealous. -he stated with a smirk, knowing that to be true. All anyone needed to do was look back upon the Severide debacle but he'd let her think otherwise. Feeling her against his shoulder, he reached out to steal the bottle from her.- i think you have had enough ma'am. I'm cutting you off. -he teased, taking the bottle from her hand to take another swig.-

Erin Lindsay -As the bottle left her hand, she sighed as she watched him take another drink though she knew the purpose was to be getting him drunk, not increasing her own consumption that had already been more than enough.-  So I’m weak and then cut off?  Hmph.  –She complained, a grin to her lips to show her complaint as invalid.-  You have nothing to be jealous of, boyfriend.  –She reminded him, though the idea of him getting jealous at all was a turn on in itself.  Slipping her hand to the side of his neck now that she no longer held the bottle, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his as she tasted the alcohol on his lips with her tongue.-

CJ Luciano    - he smirked at her as she mentioned him not having anything to be jealous of as that wouldn't quite stop him. His smirk concluding as she leaned into press her lips to his, his own eagerly waiting hers as his lips parted. Allowing her tongue access to his own mouth as he met her. Their taste similar yet uniquely the own that moment despite the liquor coating. His free hand slipping up for the side of her neck.-

Erin Lindsay -His taste lacing her tongue, she breeched the threshold of his lips, rolling her tongue against his own.  The pads of her fingertips pressing against his neck as she moved her hand to the back of his neck, drawing herself closer as she used her other hand to find the bottle in his other hand, taking control of it as she leaned to her side, keeping her hand to the back of his neck and refusing to break the kiss as she placed the bottle on the floor beside his feet.-

CJ Luciano    - feeling her shift and the bottle being moved from his hands. One eye peaking open to watch her and assure it landed to a good spot before his arms locked around her, pulling back down to him as he laid back against the bed. Feet still on the floor but at least reclined back as he pulled her over his chest.-

Erin Lindsay -Her position changed at the will of CJ’s direction, she twisted against him, moving one leg to either side of him.  Her lips to his, her tongue aimlessly exploring against that of his own, she pressed one hand to the bed beneath them lifting herself from him as she quickly tore her lips from his own, changing positions yet again to a sitting position atop him, looking down to him with an uninhibited smile to her lips as she moved her hands to his shirt, making her intention of disrobing him clear.-

CJ Luciano    - feeling her leave his lips, the burning temporary removed. He reached up for the side of her face as he met her eyes, feeling her against his shirt as he waited for her to sweep it up. Smirking at how long it was taking her tonight.- anytime you are ready. -he added with a wink.-

Erin Lindsay -Noting his impatience, a surprised look took to her face as she looked down at him.-  Oh?  You got a date later?  Need me to get one with it?  -She teased as she pulled his shirt up, swiftly maneuvering it free of him completely and tossing it to the floor behind her as she brought her hands to the waist of his pants, quickly unfastening them.-  

CJ Luciano    Yup. My girlfriend is expecting me. -he added with a certain grin as he reached up to allow her to pull his shirt off. Feeling her at his jeans as his own hands found the bottom of her shirt. Distracting her briefly to pull it up and over her head before his hands slipped down her slim hips. Blatantly eying her over as she remained straddling him.-

Erin Lindsay Girlfriend?  -She asked, suddenly doubting if she would like this game between them or not, her own jealousy written clear to her face as she slid from within the confines of her own top, moving from atop of him and pulling at his pants, more aggressively than usual.-  Maybe I should slow down then, keep her waiting even longer.  –She smirked, bringing her hands to her own waist, unfastening her pants and slipping them down her legs slowly, her eyes not leaving his.-  Slower even?  

CJ Luciano    - leaning up on his elbows as she slipped from him. Watching her against his jeans before removing her own, having a hard time keeping his eyes on hers. He smiled softly, absently tracing his tongue against his bottom lip where he shook his head.- no, no slower. -he stated honestly with a quick smirk. Leaning back up in a seated position despite her otherwise push, reaching for her hand to lure her back to him.-

Erin Lindsay -Taking his outreached hand, she stepped forward to him, a whispered word to her lips.- Good. –A smile took her face as she reversed the roles on him, bringing her free hand to the side of his face, her thumb at his jawline as she leaned in close, her lips barely brushing his as she whispered.-  You are so fucking gorgeous.  –Closing her lips to his, she held not a one of her typical reservations thanks to the aide of the whiskey within her system, allowing her to be completely free with him.-

CJ Luciano    - feeling her against his lips, anticipating her kiss and her taste as he heard her statement. He smiled softly as their lips met. Arms slipping around her waist to pull her back towards him against the bed, not leaving her much of the option as his lips slowly slipped from hers. Hands passing over her sides and hips.- isn't that the same line I usually use on you? -he asked honestly with a soft laugh as he was usually the one telling her how gorgeous she was. His lips passing down over her jawline as he slowly turned them over. Slipping her onto her back to pull ontop of her.-

Erin Lindsay Maybe I just thought you should know.  –She responded, easily moved at the command of his hands, laying now on her back and looking up to him, fairly certain he had two sets of eyes and unable to decide which to focus on.-  I can take it back if you’d like? –She asked, moving her hand against his face, finding the contour of his cheek in order to determine which set of eyes were to be focused against.-  It won’t make it any less true, but…

CJ Luciano    Yeah, take it back. -he stated, curious to see if she'd actually do it as he felt her hands against his cheeks as his eyes narrowed on hers. Seeing just how much that alcohol was affecting her as it was surging through his own veins at this point as he leaned forward. Pressing his lips firmly back to hers before nudging his nose against hers. Hands slipping up to find the back clasp of her bra in the meantime.-

Erin Lindsay -Silenced momentarily by his lips to her own, her hand slipping to the back of his neck.  Drawing her legs up on either side of him, her body naturally reacting to his.-  Take what back? –She asked, her lips remaining against his own, unable to bring herself to break her lips from his own.  Lifting her back slightly from the bed, she held onto him as she allowed him to work at her bra clasp.-  

CJ Luciano    - feeling her holding onto him as his hands unclasped her bra, hands finding the straps over her shoulders to suggest she was good to lay back down before he was humming against her lips. Now too easily distracted with the feeling of her legs against his hips.- Nevermind. -he muttered with a smile against her mouth, guiding her bra down her arms before his lips trailed to the corner of her mouth before her jawline and the side of her neck.-

Erin Lindsay Mhm –She agreed, a grin to her lips as she took his nevermind to mean that she had won.  Slipping from the confines of the bra, she leaned her head slightly to the side as his lips trailed from her own.  With a bite to her lower lip paired with a slight lift of her hips as his lips touched the side of her neck, she sighed, her eyes closed as her hand remained to the back of his neck.-  You make me crazy. –She confessed, tightening her grip against his neck with her fingertips.-

CJ Luciano    and why is that? -wanting to get her to speak for him tonight in that familiar tone that he enjoyed so much, his lips trailing further down the side of her neck and over her collarbone. Briefly dipping to her shoulder before he was trailing back down. Kissing over her breasts as his hands passed greedily over her sides and hips and down over her thighs clutched around his waist which rocked naturally against her.-

Erin Lindsay -In her drunken state, there was nothing holding her back from being more vocal than usual with him, though the pressure between her with each rock of his hips hitched her words lightly, causing her to emit light moans between words as she wanted nothing more than to feel him within her in that moment.-  I don’t know why you do it.  You’ve always done it.  You have this thing, this way, you just make me want more.  –Overstimulated by his hands to her flesh, his lips to her skin, she whined beneath him.-  No, need.  You make me need more.  I just.  I want all of it.  All of you, not it.  Well, it, but you.

CJ Luciano    - blatantly lifting his head to smile at her upon that last statement, having a hard time not laughing from how cute she was. He pressed his lips firmly to hers before he shook his head.- guess the cat is out of the bag now, you just want all of it. -he teased as his hands slipped down to push down her panties at the sides.- for some reason, i'm okay with that. -he stated against her lips, teeth finding her bottom lip.-

Erin Lindsay -Her own smile returned to his, though she was unsure if she was really getting her thoughts conveyed to him properly.  Feeling the tug of his teeth to her lower lip, her eyes set to his own.-  I do want all of it.  I want you.  I want everything.  –A seemingly selfish phrase that was loaded with all of the emotions that she could not put words to, her hands falling to his back, her fingers lightly working at his muscles as she attempted to massage him.-  What do you want?  -She asked in her familiar raspy tone.-

CJ Luciano    - feeling her against his back, listening to her speak making him lightly groan in protest.-Don't start with the bedroom voice. -he stated honestly, pressing his lips firmly to hers as his own hips withdrew between her legs, giving himself a few inches of space to guide down her panties as far as he could with her legs locked around his waist.- that'll get you into trouble fast.

Erin Lindsay What are you talking about? –She asked, unaware of any bedroom voice that she was being accused of.  With a grin to her lips, she felt him slipping her panties down to a certain point, managing to lift her leg through the fabric on one side.-  I didn’t do anything.  –She protested, stealing his lips for her own once more, trapping him to her lips with a hand to the back of his head as she brought one leg completely to wrap around his mid-section.-

-December 30, 2014