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[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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"Uneventful. I, um..." She thought about how best to explain the lazy. "Slept in more than I probably should have. Did a little laundry. The dishes." She felt kind of self-conscious all of a sudden. "Got a couple of things at the store and thought about making dinner. Nothing special."

Clay just smiled, mostly because he felt Annie begin to get a little uncomfortable. Then he took her bag from the store. "Okay."

He unlocked his condo and disengaged the alarm. Then he put Annie's dinner purchases in the kitchen. "I just need to go change out of the suit."

Annie nodded as she looked him over, her smile softening as she did so. The sight of him in his suit made her heart pound a little, but she wasn't eager to give that kind of knowledge away.

"I'll start dinner. I got a few things, though. What are you in the mood for?"

"Whatever you'd like to cook, it doesn't matter."

Webb's original plan was take out, so anything home cooked would be a step up.

While he was in his bedroom changing, Annie unpacked the bag of things she'd bought at the store and then looked over the ones she'd intended to take home to her apartment before deciding that she'd just use them for a quick and easy dinner. At least he'd seen what kind of things she was used to cooking for herself when there was no one to impress.

When he came back to the kitchen, she had two plates ready: sandwiches and potato chips, carrot sticks and a small salad.

"Sorry it's not much," she apologized. "I realized that I'm not much of a cook when it comes to myself and another person."

Clay investigated dinner, happy with everything except the sandwich filling. "Peanut butter and...honey?" The whole thing seemed entirely too sticky and sweet for something to be considered dinner.

"I never thought those would go together."

"The peanut butter off-sets the honey and since the honey's already soaked into the bread, it doesn't get all over everything," Annie explained as she handed him his plate.

Seeing his hesitation, she quirked her signature smile at him. "Trust me." She pointed to the couch as it was a casual dinner. "Have a seat."

"Alright."

He sat next to Annie on the couch and took a bite of his sandwich which was surprisingly good, "That's good."

She'd been sitting there, watching and waiting for him to take his first bite and even though he still didn't look entirely convinced, she nodded and took a bite of her own.

"It's something my nieces and I get into when I babysit. They love it," she explained as she looked her sandwich over. "I promise something more gourmet if we do this again."

Clay wasn't sure how he felt about that, since she already admitted she wasn't the best cook for more than one person.

"Next time, I'll make dinner. It's only fair."

She hoped the relief on her face wasn't too apparent since she had admitted just that. What she said was, "Well, if you insist."

Clay noticed the relief, but he wasn't going to draw attention to it.

"I do. I think you'll be surprised."

"Honestly?" Her smile turned a little bashful as she looked at her sandwich and then set it down on her plate before looking at him again. "Nothing you can do is going to surprise me."

And though she didn't remember her early morning confession, she suddenly felt the urge to say it again. Refraining was much harder than she thought it was going to be. Instead, she leaned over and kissed him, interrupting his dinner.

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Clay kissed her back, trying not to dump his dinner on his couch. "No surprise, huh? That's a shame. I have very good surprises."

He didn't plan on bringing up Annie's early morning confession, mostly because he felt she remembered it and he felt the same way.

The moment he kissed her back, she eased his plate from his hands and set it down at the other end of the couch so that she could slip into his lap, straddling him. Sure, she knew he was hungry, but his talk of surprises and the way that he kissed her combined with her sharp memory of the way he'd looked when he got out of his car when he'd gotten home? Well, she'd actually missed him while she'd been gone and had been too tired to properly show him when she'd gotten in so early that morning.

Her kisses trailed down his jaw and over his neck before she murmured, "I won't object to any surprises you might want to show me."

Clay doubted that since he hadn't said all his surprises were good, just that they existed. Keeping the parts of himself that he didn't like away from Annie for now. She didn't know about any of it right now. Right now, he was going to kiss her back, and hope she picked up on how much he missed her too.

Annie could tell, but she wasn't about to seduce him on his couch, not after a long day of work. She was just going to tease him for a little while longer before she finally stopped and took a deep breath.

"I should let you finish your dinner and I should really go home soon." She followed it up with another long kiss before leaning to give him back his plate.

"I'm in no rush to throw you out," he said as he finished his sandwich. Besides, he hadn't given her the right kind of welcome home the night before.

"No, maybe not, but..." She trailed off as she finished her own sandwich, popping a chip into her mouth. "Two nights in a row? What would your mother think?"

She winked at him, her teasing about a possible scandal just that -- a tease.

"Honestly, I don't think she'd mind much."

Porter had been after Clay to find someone following Mac. He never took her bait, and instead just ignored the question.

"I was only teasing," she told him with a quiet voice, a soft smile appearing on her face as she popped another potato chip in her mouth.

The thought of staying a second night at Clay's house was tempting - very much so. Part of her just felt like she was imposing on his personal time. The other part of her didn't want to go home and go to bed without him.

"I know. I was being honest."

He was going to leave staying or not entirely up to Annie. He'd made the offer.

She looked at him for a long moment and then nodded. "I'll stay."

Picking at what was left of her dinner, she didn't look at him when she said, "How honest?" She meant in terms of his mother.

"One hundred percent."

Clay put his plate back on the coffee table, the remainder of his dinner forgotten.

After he'd put his plate down, she felt kind of bad that she'd made something obviously not up to his usual standards and gave him an apologetic look.

"Sorry about that," she murmured, setting her plate down next to his again. "I'd make a horrible housewife."

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