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[MEME] -- #5, the AU from Hell

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It was an op in Vegas, which was so weird since most of her domestic ops stayed in the DC Metro area, and Annie had done her job well. The extra babysitting had been extra annoying (when wasn't it?), but he'd come along to visit an old friend... or so he'd said.

She hadn't seen hide or hair of him during her mission, but when she went to have a drink in the bar at their hotel late the night before they were supposed to leave, she found him sitting in a dark corner. When didn't he sit in dark corners, really, but she rolled her eyes and put a smile on her face to join him.

Their breakup and subsequent dealings had been difficult, and after that State Dinner, she'd gone out of her way to keep her distance from him as much as possible. That didn't mean they couldn't enjoy a drink or two (or seven) while in Vegas.

Unfortunately--

When Annie woke to the pounding in her head, she almost couldn't open her eyes. When she finally managed, she ignored the immense nausea she felt and peered at the walls in the hotel room she was in. She hadn't been given this nice of a room, not on the Agency's dime, no. This was something else. Turning, she caught sight of a man's head and her eyes widened, causing the pounding to pick up and she clenched her eyes shut again with a groan.

Clapping both hands, right over left, on her head, she felt something heavy and lifted them again almost immediately. Seeing the wedding ring set on her left hand, she gasped.

"Oh, my God."

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For the eight days Annie was gone, Clay spent twelve hours a day in the office, dinner out, and evenings busying himself with getting rid of things that he thought he wouldn't need in his condo as he figured he'd be moving soon. Anything to try to fill the time he would have spent with Annie if she were home.

The weekend was spent at Porter's home, and she pumped him for all kinds of information about Annie, their relationship and possible grandkids.

When his phone rang at 11PM and he looked at the caller ID, the grin that appeared on his face was involuntary, "Welcome home."

The smile was evident in the way he answered the phone and she grinned at the ground in response. "Thanks. I'm outside."

She waited patiently for him to realize she meant his outside and once he opened the door, she walked into his arms and a hug.

For once in his life he didn't care if she was banged up or bruised, all he wanted to do was hug his wife, and that's exactly what he did.

"I missed you."

There were very few bangs and bruises and she didn't even wince as she hugged him back, right there in the doorway.

"I missed you, too," she told him quietly, murmuring against the skin just below his ear. "But? First one down, so all the other ones should be easier, right?"

"That's what they say, but I don't know how true it is." Clay backed away for a second and looked at his wife. Annie didn't look any worse for wear. Then he smiled again and kissed her.

"Are you hungry or would you rather go right to bed?"

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"I ate on the plane," she told him, reaching back for her bag and putting it over her shoulder. "I'd really rather go to bed."

They both knew that airplane food wasn't the best, but they also both knew that she wasn't likely to eat after being gone for eight days and it being that late at night. Plus, she'd missed him and she wanted to go to bed. "Did I wake you up?"

At least airplane food was something and that was good enough for Clay for now. Annie was home and safe. That's all he cared about right now.

"No, I was just heading upstairs. Go on up, I'll lock up and bring your bag in a minute."

"You can leave the bag," she told him, just happy to be home.

Upstairs, she stripped immediately, and after a short debate, she jumped into the shower. She didn't bother with washing her hair, but she scrubbed down as quickly as she could to get rid of the airplane smell, and then put on a pair of shorts and a shirt of his.

In the bedroom, she crawled onto the bed and sprawled out, her head landing on his chest. "Mmm."

Clay came upstairs almost as soon as the shower started. He got everything ready for bed as much as he could before swapping places with Annie. When they wound up in their preferred sleeping position he sighed contentedly, not realizing how much he missed this.

"How was the mission?" He wasn't asking for details, he knew better than that, just some generalities.

"Busy. Lots of running, the same old stuff, different op," she mumbled, before nuzzling his chest and wrapping her arm around his waist. She followed it up with a yawn and then sighed. "How were things back here? Did I miss anything?"

"I'm glad it wasn't anything unusual." Clay was slowly rubbing Annie's back, doing his best to make sure she was relaxed.

"I got rid of some old things and spent the weekend with my mother. Other than that, not really."

Annie didn't need to know about the interrogation his mother put him through about their relationship.

"Mm-hmm." She was actually forcing herself to focus on what he was saying. "And how's your mom doing?"

The more he rubbed, the more relaxed she became, her body curling into his as she had back in the day.

"She's doing fine." Clay was quiet for a few minutes before speaking again, "We can talk in the morning, just try to get some rest."

Annie was asleep. Her dreams were quiet and she woke up when Clay's alarm went off in the morning.

"It's early," she muttered, tightening her hold on him and tucking herself against him even tighter. "What're you doing this morning?"

"Probably going to be late for work, because I haven't seen my wife in eight days."

He put his arms around Annie, keeping her right where she was. He was in no rush to get up after he turned the alarm off of course.

"Your wife is going to keep you in bed with her all day if you don't tell her otherwise," she answered with a smile, stretching against him because now she really was awake. "But since you're here..."

She tilted her head up to kiss the underside of his jaw and then nuzzled him in the same spot because she could. "Sorry I fell asleep on you so quick last night. Plane rides... you know I can't sleep."

"I need to go in the office at some point, but my morning is very clear."

He started playing with her hair again, "It's fine. Work has a tendency to make any of us tired. You're home and hopefully not due to be out and about right away."

"Debriefing at like, eleven," she mumbled against his neck, kissing her way down to his shoulder, her hand sliding up under his shirt simultaneously. "But until then, I'm all yours."

A smile appeared on her face and she lifted her head and pulled her hand free to push her hair back. "Actually, after that, I'm still yours. In fact, I'm just... yours."

Clay sat up and kissed his wife properly. "I think we're each other's. Isn't that part of marriage?"

If this was how the morning was going to go, most likely he wasn't going to get to go to work until at least 11 as well.

"Yes. You're all mine." If she sounded overly pleased about it, well... she was. She didn't even have any shame about it, so she cupped his face and kissed him back. "And I love you for it."

Eleven was looking pretty good, if she were honest.

"Love you too." Clay wasn't planning on breaking their kiss anytime soon, at least until they go further, which he assumed they were going to. Eleven was becoming more and more of a reality.

Once they'd gone further, twice, Annie lay back on the bed completely exhausted all over again. The bliss she was feeling was written all over her face, though, and she sighed happily as she stretched and sank into the bed once more.

"I really, really missed you," she told him, eyes closed. Her smile was very 'cat that ate the canary' and she added, "But not just eight days. Nine months, Clay. I missed you for nine months."

Clay smiled just a little when he noticed the look on Annie's face. If he didn't know better he'd swear she stole that smile from him.

"I did too. Everyday. I didn't realize how much you were in my life. I missed all of it."

"Me, too," she told him softly, finally rolling to her side so she could look at him. Kissing him sweetly, she finally swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Shower?"

She didn't promise that she wouldn't do things in there, either, but she could try and keep her hands to herself.

"Okay." Clay followed Annie's lead out of bed and into the bathroom, making sure he grabbed two towels on his way in.

A shower with Annie, something that, nine months ago he never thought would happen again. Yet, here he was and they were married. It all still amazed him.

The first thing he did once in the shower was wash Annie's hair, mostly because he knew how much she loved it.

[MEME] -- #5, the AU from Hell

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