Home?

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Annie had resisted the overwhelming urge to spend the next week at Clay's apartment just in case he came home. As six days, then seven passed, she honestly thought she was going to come out of her skin if he didn't call her. Every night, she lay awake in her own bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if, during that last week, something had gone horrendously wrong.

The night of the eighth day, Annie got ready for bed, throwing herself onto it in frustration, knowing that her dreams would be restless, if she even managed to fall asleep.

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"I certainly don't want to do that."

He returned her kiss, and tucked some hair that fell into her face behind her ear.

Clay also wasn't sure if he wanted to know what Annie thought was unique.

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Annie shook her head and let the kiss linger, his touch causing a shiver.

"Did you have a good day?"

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"I got to really sleep. First time in a month and I loved it."

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"It's the little things that count, right?" Finally, she pulled back and ran her fingers through his hair, too.

Moving to the fishtank, she gave her friends a smile. "Isn't that right, Sam? Hmm, Smokey? Miss me, Sal?" Giving Webb a smirk over her shoulder, she winked, then stood. "Hungry?"

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"They're going to have two names for the rest of their lives, aren't they?"

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"I don't think they liked their other names. Too, um..." and she couldn't help herself. "Pretentious."

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Clay laughed again, "You're funny."

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Annie grinned and gave the fish one more wave.

"I know you love me." Still smiling, she sat down on the couch and leaned back. "Chinese?"

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"I do, and sure. I haven't had Chinese in a month."

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"I'll let you order, then." Reaching down, she slipped off her heels and flexed her foot. "I almost slept here last night, just in case you came home."

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Clay did that from the kitchen before settling down on the couch next to Annie.

"Feet up here," he said as he patted his lap.

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Turning sideways on the couch, Annie slid her feet into his lap with a curious look.

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He started with the foot she slid out of her shoes first. Apparently the skills he learned from his winter in Sweden extended to foot rubs as well.

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"Oh, God." Leaning against the end of the couch, she slid down a little and closed her eyes. "I missed you a lot."

It was a blatant nod to his incredible massage ability.

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"I cook, I clean, I give massages, indulge your shoe habit. You made out pretty well."

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"You're almost the perfect man," she agreed, still riding a blissful high, the feel of his hands on her just about doing her in. It wasn't even sexual, but she hadn't felt his bare hands on her bare skin in over a month.

Then she realized what he said and she lifted her head. "You didn't do so bad yourself."

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"Funny, Smart, intelligent, strong, beautiful."

He switched feet, "Appreciates my ability to give massages, I did pretty well."

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"Any woman in her right mind would appreciate that." It came out a slight whine as she dropped her head back again. She might love her shoes, but sometimes they were hell on her feet. "You know how to use your hands."

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"So you keep telling me."

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When the doorbell rang, Annie was halfway to falling asleep, totally immersed in what he had been doing to her. She'd totally forgotten about the rest of her day and was so relaxed she'd almost become a puddle.

"Mmm, food."

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Webb got up, answered the door, and paid the delivery man. The bag of food was then deposited on the coffee table, and he went to wash his hands.

When he came back from the kitchen he had plates and drinks.

"We're all set." Then he settled on the couch. Informal dinner, informal setting.

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Annie lay on the couch still, though she'd curled up so he had a place to sit. Watching him, still exhausted, she had a smile on her face. It really was the little moments like this that she'd missed.

It didn't matter to her that she was still dressed in her suit for the day, she could have happily gone to sleep right there and felt safe.

"I'm glad you're back. This is my idea of a perfect night."

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Clay dished himself out a plate of food, "I think it's becoming mine too."

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Before he could comment on how she never ate, she sat up and took a plate, too. Food was piled on and then she sat back again.

"If it wasn't, I'd hope you say so," she teased.

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"You're here, I'm here, and we're both mostly uninjured. That's the best part, I think."