Erin for the win!

Erin Michaels Age of the geek, baby! The best damn Technical Analyst the FBI has ever seen.

[agentmarkbenford]

Although he’d let his eyes drift closed once again, he could still picture her there beside him. It wasn’t an image he imagined he’d forget any time soon, not after waiting so long to see it. 

He gave a huff of laughter that was muffled by the pillow he nestled into, the same lazy grin still etched into his features as he recalled the ‘third time’ she’d mentioned. She was, undoubtedly, a whiz kid beyond the likes of just computers. It took a lot to wear him out but she managed it and he sure was’t complaining.

"Helluva night, hm? One of many."

It was his indirect way of bringing up their ‘arrangement’ of sorts, trying to determine her standpoint on the whole thing.

[whizkidmichaels]

One of many? That meant he wanted this to happen again, and she was one hundred percent on board with that. So much so that she couldn't fight the grin that swept across her lips, nor could she help the overwhelming giddy feeling that was fluttering around her stomach like butterflies. She buried her face into the crease of her elbow, wanting to hide the goofy like grin that was plastered across her face.

She liked Mark, actually, she liked him a lot but she wasn't sure if she was ready to show him just how much she liked him and how the little things he said and did to her made her smile like a complete and utter idiot. Erin had a reputation to uphold, she was the cool, laid back whiz kid around the office. Not the smitten, school girl crush girl that she felt like right now.

"Yeah, hell of a night." She lifted her head from the crease of her elbow, her goofy grin replaced with the fondest of smiles as the events of last night flashed in her head. "One of many, many more."

[agentmarkbenford]

It was turning into something of a routine, waking her like this. He’d never been one for dwelling in bed after waking, always decidedly using the time productively. Maybe it wasn’t by his usual (somewhat workaholic) means but they’d sure gotten all kinds of productive the night before, enough to grant him a little down time for once.

"Sleep alright?" he drawled, turning to lay on his front, arms folded beneath his pillow and gazing across at her fondly. He wasn’t entirely sure where they stood, what she wanted, but he was enjoying whatever it was for the meantime. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been so relaxed. 

[whizkidmichaels]

"I did, I think the third time was the knock out for me." She turned over on her side, casting her eyes across his form and letting out a happy sigh. If there was one thing she thought he looked better in than the suits he wore around the bureau, it was nothing but his own bed sheets. It would be a lie if she said she hadn't wished a hundred times to see him without his shirt and tie, and it didn't disappoint.

That was Mark though, wasn't it? Never disappointing. Not in work, not in bed, not in anything — except delivering on his burrito promises. That he did disappoint with. Yeah, Erin wasn't ready to bury that bone any time soon.

[agentmarkbenford]

On the rare times that Mark was ever granted a day off, he usually wound up busying himself with work purely to pass the time; catching up on paperwork, crossing t’s and dotting i’s.

Today, however, wasn’t a usual day off. He had other means of passing the time entirely and he intended to take full advantage of it. 

He woke with a lazy grin, turning his head to look at her sleeping form next to his and shifting to lean over to her, dropping a kiss to her bare shoulder and murmuring a ‘morning’ against the skin there.

[whizkidmichaels]

"Mmmmm," Erin mumbled as she awoke, blinking her eyes several times to adjust to her surroundings. It took her only a few seconds to remember whose apartment she was, to remember whose bed she had fallen asleep in.

Again.

"Morning, yourself." Her voice still sounded groggy from the heavy slumber she had been disturbed from, but didn't mind in the long hall. Not if it meant waking up to him planting kisses on her shoulder. Erin knew this was still the early stages, but she'd had a thing for Mark since she arrived at the Bureau and honestly, this was something she could get used to.

[jennalouisedaily]

[agentmarkbenford]

Like I’d forget that in a hurry.

[whizkidmichaels]

I left a lasting impression, huh?

[agentmarkbenford]

I think you were a little more interested in the bed than the room.

[whizkidmichaels]

And the floor.

[whizkidmichaels]

I never noticed how bare your bedroom was last night.

[raktajiino]

the impossible meme || 1/4 quotes

I’d much rather have a nice cup of tea. Me too… Whiskey is the eleventh most disgusting thing ever invented.

[softlesbian]

Wet!Dean

[whizkidmichaels]

Text → Benford.

Whizkid: How does an octopus go to war?

Whizkid: Well-armed.

[roryamy]

[whizkidmichaels]

Text → Benford.

Benford: With.

Whizkid: I'll be there shortly.

[whizkidmichaels]

Text → Benford.

Benford: Distance is a factor.

Benford: Not over the phone. In person. If you're that eager, come over.

Whizkid: But not an obstacle.

Whizkid: With or without the handcuffs?

[whizkidmichaels]

Text → Benford.

Benford: Be crazy not think about it.

Benford: Doesn't mean mine's safe. If you're that interested I'll tell you at the office.

Whizkid: Be crazy not to do something about it either.

Whizkid: Well, I mean, I'm sure you're going to have to come to me for something on the case soon enough. Might as well give me the details now.

[whizkidmichaels]

Text → Benford.

Benford: Tease.

Benford: And this isn't a secure line.

Whizkid: That was an invitation, by the way.

Whizkid: Y'know, if you still think about it that is.

Whizkid: I think I, of all people, would know if someone had tapped my phone.

[whizkidmichaels]

Text → Benford.

Benford: What's a whiz kid need them for?

Benford: Can't talk about it, you know that.

Whizkid: That's for me to know and you to dot dot dot.

Whizkid: Awh, c'mon. I'm part of the team.

[whizkidmichaels]

Text → Benford.

Benford: I happen to own a pair of those y'know.

Benford: Work, been chasing a lead.

Whizkid: Like I don't already have my own.

Whizkid: What's the lead?