freshoffthefarm | [AU] ... from the 'meet at a different time' meme

After two years at the Agency, Annie's job hadn't gotten any better (or worse). Sure, it had it's downsides - namely, being shot at (or being shot), but the biggest one had to be the Agency parking lot.

She could never, ever find a parking spot.

Of course, the morning that she'd gotten up early and proceeded to spill coffee on her first outfit, had to jump start her car and then fill a tire with air? She managed to get behind the chatty son-of-a-bitch in the compensation car at the guard shack. She sat there, plotting the ways to key his car without actually getting caught and then he'd moved on.

Smiling at the guys in the shack, she showed her ID, waited until they'd looked under her cars with mirrors, and then picked up the pace on the way to the agent parking lot.

It just wasn't her morning.

The short cut she took through the visitor lot took her right past the spots in front for all the diplomats and the Agency hotshots. She didn't see Mr. Compensation trying to adjust his parking until she'd plowed into his rear bumper.

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"So are you." She murmured it without actually moving that far from his personal space. "I just don't want to keep doing it in my kitchen."

"No, and that would make all the work you just did cleaning the place completely useless."

Clay put his arms around her waist and pulled Annie closer to kiss her again before pulling back, "We should lock up, go to bed."

"If you want to go get undressed, I can lock up," she said against against his lips before kissing them quickly and taking a step back. If she didn't put distance between them now, she wasn't going to any time soon.

"I'll see you in your room."

While Annie was locking up he finished getting undressed, except for his shorts. Being completely naked in her bed was odd for him.

Meanwhile, Annie started undressing on the way to her room and finished the last button as she hit her doorway. The shirt was pulled off as she smiled at him and she couldn't help the next words that came out of her mouth.

"I like the way you look like that."

"In bed and waiting for you?"

He couldn't help the way he looked her over from the doorway.

"It's a good look."

She finished undressing near her closet, glancing over at him as she undid the zipper on her skirt and hung it up before turning back to him and undoing her bra. That she left in the hamper and then she went around the bottom of the bed and slid in next to him.

Giving him a bashful smile, she said, "I figured a nightshirt might get in the way."

Clay just smiled. He had to admit that Annie was cute, and not just because she was in bed next to him mostly naked.

"You're probably right," he said before kissing her again.

With that kind of agreement, Annie couldn't deny that she felt a little good about her decision and she gave into his kiss with enthusiasm.

Pulling him over her, she wrapped her leg around his and ran her hand down his side. All in all, it had been a very good night.

Clay decided to say something about his shorts before she asked, "Didn't want to assume. . ."

Though at this point that seemed silly.

His comment made Annie pull back, lifting herself up on her elbow to look down at him with a smile that was really a cross between totally amused and somewhat sultry. Her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders gave her the appearance of being in the middle of-- well, exactly what they were in the middle of.

"You didn't want to assume--?" She trailed off and gave their bodies a deliberate look before catching his eye again, leaning over to give him a very slow, very deep kiss. "I want you to assume. Assume everything."

Reaching down, she took his hand and placed it on her backside as she arched her body into his and kissed him again, her own hand sliding up the front of his shorts and then into them. "If you don't? I'll be so disappointed."

Through the whole exchange, Clay could only wonder what he did to deserve someone like Annie.

"Then I'll make sure to assume."

"Mmmhmm," she murmured. "Do that."

As far as she was concerned, he hadn't gotten lucky so much as unlucky. After all, she'd hit his car rather hard that day and there had been six months where she'd caused him stress in regards to his op. For now, though, she was done talking.

Clay was completely fine with that and assumed Annie wanted to get his shorts off.

He planned on not talking for the foreseeable future as well.

After, Annie took a moment to catch her breath as she draped herself over his chest, her smile one of a woman who was utterly satisfied with everything that had taken place in the many minutes prior.

"Hmmm." It came out a pleased hum.

He couldn't help the chuckle. "I think," the smile was there, "that may be the only time I've ever gotten a hmmm."

"Let me guess," she practically purred, her hand running down his chest, curling into his skin so that her fingernails could drag along his bare hip once she got there, "you're more used to the 'oh, my God" and, "that was incredible"?"

Her own smile was audible, too.

And then he laughed, probably a little harder than he had any right to. "No, it's never been quite like that either."

Annie lifted her head when he laughed and then ducked her head to kiss his chest. "Clearly, you weren't sleeping with the right women. I'd have said both, but I was a little breathless and completely incoherent."

Then she leaned up to kiss him properly.

"Glad I found the right one, then." There was a sincerity to the statement that was unexpected. Then he realized he really meant what he said. He was glad he found Annie.

Pausing where she was with her hand cupped against his cheek, Annie looked at him with the moonlight coming in the window and came almost too close to whispering words that had no business being said after four (three? five?) dates. Instead, she blinked the emotion out of her eyes and kissed him again, briefly, before laying back down against his side and resting her head against his chest.

"Me, too," she murmured, lost in thought. "Night, Clay."

"Goodnight Annie."

Clay noticed Annie's brief emotional moment, and decided against asking what she was thinking. One thing he'd learned over the years was, if someone wanted to tell him something they would, when they were ready.

He put his arm around her once he felt she was comfortable, and eventually went to sleep.

[AU] ... from the 'meet at a different time' meme

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