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Anne Catherine Walker ([personal profile] freshoffthefarm) wrote2011-03-30 09:46 pm

[FUTURE] ... cake!

Annie was standing at the foot of the bed, three different pictures spread out on the bed in front of her, and when Webb walked in, she turned.

"Oh, good! Which one do you like?"

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-03-31 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Webb was caught off guard by the cake photos and took a look at each one doing his best to weigh the pros and cons of each. After about a minute staring at each one, he smiled slightly, "Third one."

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-03-31 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Different, but a little traditional, kind of like you," he said as he started to shed his suit and hang it up for the rest of the night. Clay had just about enough of the Agency for the day. He needed a break.

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-03-31 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
"I disagree, the living room is completely you. With my mother's very traditional chair."

He stretched backward a little after changing, making his shoulders crack, then joined Annie on the bed, "Sorry I'm so late."

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-03-31 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
He sounded amused, "Red couches aren't really classic, but I love them."

Which was true, he really did.

"Missed you today."

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-03-31 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Wasn't so much lonely as I was aggravated. It was a long day."

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-04-05 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Clay smiled, "You usually do an excellent job at it."

He put his hands on her hips gently, really just wanting to touch her.

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-04-05 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"The specifics aren't that important. It's just the usual BS that goes with my title. Today was one of those days that it all hit the fan at once. Tomorrow I get to do recon."

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-04-05 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Bother Arthur."

He slid his hands up Annie's back. It was good to be home, and be able to drop the act he kept up around the office, and just be him.

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-04-05 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Someone has to put up with all that crap."

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-04-05 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"See, I disagree with that. As far as the government's concerned I am just a very large cog in its crap producing machine."

He didn't care that the visual was less than appealing.

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-04-05 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
And that got him to laugh, a whole-hearted, belly laugh. In fact, if she kept it up his eyes might start to water.

This is really why he married Annie, her ability to make him do that almost without fail.

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-04-06 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Clay still had a smile on his face, "And this is why I was upset I couldn't find you today. I could have used the laugh."

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-04-06 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't be. You have a job to do too, and I don't want to keep you from that because I am having a difficult day."

He smiled again before sitting up slightly to kiss her back.

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-04-06 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"It's okay. You're here now, that's what matters."

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-04-06 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"I know, and you can't imagine how good that makes me feel."

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-04-06 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, it is, well one of the things at least."

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-04-06 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
"You're a good agent, and bake fantastic Christmas cookies."

[identity profile] fakes-death.livejournal.com 2011-04-07 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I love you too, Annie Walker."