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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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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."

"Don't apologize. I liked it."

He turned on the couch to face her a little more, "Just decided to pay more attention to you."

"Nine days was a long time." Not nearly as long as six months, but then those six months hadn't been filled with worry about him as well as herself. "Wasn't too forward coming straight here instead of just calling?"

"No, not at all."

"Okay," she said with a quick nod of her head. "I just didn't want you to answer the door with a gun or something."

She was obviously kidding.

"The gun is on the bookshelf." He said it very matter of fact, "If you didn't call I might have."

"Oh." She turned her head super-not-casually to look at the bookshelf and then nodded slowly. "I'll remember that. Always call. Got it."

"I didn't mean to scare you."

He paused thinking the best way to phrase this, "I've been a Company Man so long I don't know who and who does not know who I am. I don't want to chance anything I don't have to."

"Not scared, just cautious and prepared, which I'm getting is a good thing around you. And as long as you're safe, I feel better about it."

Her smile was back and she slid her hand into his before getting comfortable against his shoulder. "How do you spend your evenings when you're not out?"

"I usually read, maybe have a glass of wine. Nothing too exciting."

Now that Annie was here though, he figured it would be a much more exciting evening than what he was accustomed to.

"Reading and wine." She gazed at him as she thought about his nighttime activities and then nodded. "It suits you. Jazz plays on the radio, I'm sure, while you fit the stereotype of James Bond."

She settled even further against him, her mental image likely far more entertaining than anything that was probably true.

Clay just smiled, "No, I like classical more than Jazz." He wondered if she'd be shocked to find the amount of rock music in his collection.

"I do have that Aston Martin and drink the occasional martini though."

Annie felt a swell of emotion at his admission and was quiet for a long moment before she lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes lingered on his before she leaned over to kiss him softly.

"There's something I want to say," something she was unaware she'd already said, "but I don't want to scare you or freak you out or... if it's too soon..."

She'd probably already given herself away.

"Annie, I don't think anything you'd say would scare me off."

She did say she loved him already. What else could there possibly be?

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