[Future] ...

[freshoffthefarm]

The previous night had been a very intense, very long event.

His financial situation had been the involved and intense discussion, while Annie's had been, 'I still owe four thousand on my Audi', and she still wasn't entirely sure why he'd wanted to have such a thorough discussion about their money, other than that he wanted to marry her 'someday', but now that they were back together, Annie knew that there were other things they ought to discuss.

As usual, dinner was taken out, this time at her favorite Italian place not far from the Agency. He was talking, and she was listening... kind of. Really, she was thinking about the reasons they'd broken up, and the things that had taken place after. Not as concerned with the bread basket as he was, Annie stared at her glass before she finally picked it up.

Sipping at her wine, aware that he was still talking, she interrupted with, "Do you think I'm a slut?"

Comments

[freshoffthefarm]

Annie smiled, despite herself. "You look good all the time. Which is why I always had trouble keeping my hands to myself."

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

"I just never told you and thought you should know."

It was one of the reasons he was able to recall the evening with such clarity. The way she looked that night ranked up there with the dinner they attended as a couple. He didn't plan to bring up that he also noticed her shampoo changed. She'd accuse him of taking lessons from Auggie.

[freshoffthefarm]

"Thank you."

Rather than clutter the compliment any more than she already had, she just left it simple and squeezed his hand before going back to looking out the window as they drove.

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

Clay pulled in the driveway of her townhouse with the fantastic view. "I think we need to keep this once a week date night tradition going."

He got out of the car, and got his dry cleaning out of the back seat, before opening Annie's door for her, "I like showing you off."

[freshoffthefarm]

She couldn't help the laugh as she stood. "Showing me off? That's what you're doing?" She kissed him briefly, then fished her keys out of her purse. "You are so amazing, I don't know what to do with you."

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

"You don't have to do all that much with me, other than never leave, and go to Paris because we never got to do that, even though we talked about it."

Someday he was going to actually make it to Paris with Annie, he was determined.

[freshoffthefarm]

Annie unlocked the door, then set her purse down and shrugged out of her coat before reaching out and pulling him close.

"Some day, we'll go to Paris. I promise. For right now, though, I'll settle for the bedroom." She figured the 'never leaving' was pretty much a given from here on out.

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

The bedroom was a good idea, but he couldn't resist making a suggestion, in French no less, "Le canapé est par la fenêtre."

(The couch is by the window)

[freshoffthefarm]

Annie grinned as she stepped out of her shoes, not even looking in the direction of said object. "Is that a request, Director Webb?"

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

"Only if you want to, whatever you'd like." Tonight it was entirely up to Annie. He was feeling particularly adventurous.

[freshoffthefarm]

And suddenly, she was feeling curious about them again. Standing three feet from him, she had to ask. "Why do you always do what I want to do? You're always trying so hard to make me happy."

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

"Tonight it's because you usually come up with better ideas than I do. Usually it's because I love you. I want to make you happy."

He also didn't particularly like being in charge both at work and at home.

[freshoffthefarm]

"Tonight, I just want to take it easy and be together. Nothing too kinky, no offense to the couch." She crossed her arms over her chest and tried not to feel guilty. "I just want to do something slow. Romantic. Cliche?"

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

"Not at all."

Reflecting back on it, suggesting something kinky in light of their dinner conversation was probably in poor taste.

"Slow and romantic suits me just fine."

[freshoffthefarm]

"You're the most romantic man I've ever known, Clay," she said as she walked toward him and tugged on his tie gently. "Come on."

In the bedroom, she started with his clothes, helping him undress, before she turned her back to him and asked him to unzip her dress.

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

Clay took his time unzipping her dress, placing a kiss on the side of her neck when he started then her shoulder when he was done. He figured out a long time ago, that it was the only reason she asked him to undo her dress.

"There you go."

[freshoffthefarm]

That and she'd figured out long before she met Clay that it was less than sexy to struggle to unzip her dress herself. The kisses were a nice bonus.

"Thanks." She handled it the rest of the way after that and hung up the dress in her closet.

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome." Clay took his socks off while Annie was hanging up her dress.

And there they were, mostly naked in the middle of her bedroom. He was trying to figure out a way to let her know she meant everything to him, and not make her feel trashy, like he apparently had in the past.

[freshoffthefarm]

Once she was left in her underwear, and looking for something to possibly use to cover her top that wasn't just an old t-shirt, Annie smiled at him, a little confused at his hesitation.

"Are you just going to stand there all night?"

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

"No." He said quietly before taking a few steps in Annie's direction and putting his arms around her waist. "I love you, you know that?"

[freshoffthefarm]

"I know. I love you, too." She gave him a sincere look, one that showed her remorse. "I'm sorry for ruining dinner the way I did. I shouldn't have brought all the old stuff up."

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

"You didn't. I was just caught a little off guard, that's all."

He leaned in and kissed Annie, "It's okay, really."

[freshoffthefarm]

"Caught a little off-guard?" Her look turned skeptical and she sighed. "You practically choked on your veal." Pulling her head back just a little, she added, "You're sure?"

[fakes-death.livejournal.com]

"Okay, it was a lot off guard." Clay pulled her as close to him as he could, "And I'm sure."

[freshoffthefarm]

"Good."

Being that close to Webb meant that she could run her hands all the way up his back and hold him just as tight. It also meant that he was close enough for the good kind of kissing and she took full advantage of it, finally moving so that she could run her fingernails down his arm.