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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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He'd told her once that adrenaline induced sex wasn't a very good idea, so she had a feeling that he'd probably frown particularly highly on that plus alcohol, but she didn't care. He could stop her if he wanted, but she wasn't going to stop herself.

There, on the couch, she did her best to undo just his trousers. The rest of his suit she left intact, but her own cotton pants went by the wayside in a hurry. Then she kissed him again to encourage him to action, simply because she didn't want him to tell her to stop.

Adrenaline induced sex wasn't an issue at all. Adrenaline induced relationships were. He and Annie however, were well past that point. Annie did almost die, and he was willing to do whatever she needed to do to make her feel better.

There wasn't any question at all. He was continuing.

Later, Annie might feel a little guilty for making love to Clay on the couch while he was still dressed in his suit, but it was everything she loved about him - the shallow parts - all wrapped up in one neat little package that she could admire and touch as she rode him slowly.

Every kiss, every moan, every soft sigh she gave him was punctuated by her hands curled in the jacket at his shoulder; eventually she slid her hands under it and she used his shoulders to steady herself as she moved over him.

"I love you," she gasped quietly into his ear, her thighs tightening around his hips. "I'm sorry for scaring you, I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for us, months ago. I'm sorry I never said I was sorry, Clay. I never wanted us - this - to end."

She didn't mean to, but by the time she came, she was crying against his shoulder, her lips kissing the soft spot under his ear, still murmuring how much she loved him.

Clay just let Annie do what she needed. That's not to say he didn't participate, because he certainly did. He made sure that he got do do everything he knew Annie loved and by the time they were done, the last thing he cared about was his suit.

It even took him a full thirty seconds to realize Annie was crying. "I love you too, Annie." Then he put his arms around her and did his best to help her calm down.

Between the day she'd had, the alcohol she'd drank, the half-nap she'd had and the sex she'd just engaged in, all Annie wanted to do was wrap herself up in Clay and get lost in him for the rest of the night; maybe even the rest of the week.

In there, she knew that he needed to change, so she savored the hug he gave her then nodded and used the back of the couch as leverage to sit up again. "Your suit. Oh, God."

"My suit will probably be fine and if it's not, I'll have an excuse to get a new one."

He did love his blue suit, but considering the cleaners now had to get blood and other things out of it now, he didn't hold too much hope that it was going to survive.

"I should go change though."

Dry-cleaning was a wonderful thing, but she figured the blood was more an issue than their actual sexual activity. Still, Annie would have been more embarrassed to drop it off and she was glad that it wasn't her that had to do it.

Easing off of him carefully, Annie averted her eyes from whatever was showing and bent to pick up her pants. Easing back into them, she cleared her throat. "I'm sorry my enthusiasm got the better of um, all this."

There have been lots of things he's had to explain concerning stains on his suits over the years. This is actually pretty run of the mill. The one time he forgot to take the pants out of the pile when they had the bullet hole in them, that was interesting. Clay wasn't overly concerned.

After adjusting his clothing as best he could he smiled at her comment a little, "It's just fine and we need to make a deal for the rest of the night. No more apologizing."

Once he was upright again, Annie placed a hand on his chest, unbuttoning his vest with one hand. "I'll stop apologizing, I promise. I just... Thank you for that, too. I know it seemed a little out of place, but I needed that."

It was the kind of thing that made her feel alive after being so close to being dead.

"It's not as out of place as you think."

Clay stood to go upstairs, "Join me in the shower?"

Ignoring the offer to join him in the shower, Annie stared.

"Someone seducing you on your couch isn't as out of place as I think?" She finished adjusting her pants and looked at him a little quizzically. "Do tell."

"Well maybe on the couch, but not the act itself. Adrenaline does some interesting things sometimes."

He was brought back to a discussion he had with Mac a few years earlier. The same thing happened, though she killed someone and it didn't end with him drinking so much that he had to take a cab home. Annie was better for him in more ways than she realized.

"I guess it does."

She paused in her redress to look down at him and then nodded, holding out her hand. Even though she'd taken a shower already, the water always made her feel a little better about life in general. "Come on, Mr. Webb. The shower will probably do us both good."

"Or we could get some use out of that bathtub of ours."

Clay figured that might be more of Annie's speed. The jets would probably soothe whatever soreness she has and it would also prevent her from having to wash her hair.

"That," Annie said, turning on her heel and walking backwards as she pulled him along, "actually sounds like a much better plan."

She could pin her hair up and just relax with him, not worry about things like standing up or scrubbing backs.

Clay let himself be pulled along and into his bedroom by Annie. "I figured you'd enjoy it. I think my bathtub missed you for nine months."

He hoped it would also get rid of some of the soreness in her muscles. "I'll go get it started," he said as he headed into the bathroom.

"Your bathtub is inanimate, Clay," Annie said as she pulled her shirt over her head. "It can't have missed me, just like the bed didn't miss me. I missed the bed, though, and I definitely missed the tub."

She watched as he went to go get the water started and she used the extra time to finish getting undressed and to put up her hair. Then she took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders to work out some of the stiffness before wandering into the bathroom.

"Maybe I just missed you in my bathtub," he called from the bathroom right before he started the water. Then he made sure they had two towels ready for afterward, and added some epsom salts to the water to help Annie get rid of some of that soreness.

Clay came back out into the bedroom to get undressed, "It should be ready to go in a few minutes."

His statement made her smile again and she stepped to the edge of the bathroom and stared at him; naked as she was, she couldn't help but wonder if he'd just missed her looking at him the way she currently was.

Then she got to watch him get undressed, too - one of her favorite pastimes. "I'll keep an eye on it. And you."

Clay had no idea that Annie enjoyed watching him get undressed, and strangely enough, he didn't think that any of this was something out of the ordinary. He just thought Annie was talking to him, and keeping an eye on the water.

"I hope it makes everything a little better," he said before getting up to head into the bathroom himself.

"Just being with you makes things better," Annie said quietly as he walked closer, slipping her hand into his and stopping him before they got into the tub. "I want you to know that I'm grateful that you were there today."

Which translated into 'thank you for staying married to me', even if she didn't say all that.

"I'll always be there for you." Whenever she needed him. Which meant he was happy to stay married to her and was very glad he walked out of that courthouse forms in hand.

Clay got in the tub first, then did his best to help Annie just in case she was still not moving quite right yet.

Annie knew it without his saying it, but it was still nice to hear. And as she settled into the bathtub with him, leaning against his back, she felt the swell of emotion that she knew was going to lead to tears again.

Swallowing it back as much as she could, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her hand searching out his under the water. When she found it, and felt the ring on his finger, a tear slid down her cheek anyway - another kind of emotion.

Clay held Annie's hand and just looked her over. She looked no worse for wear, other than the cuts on her head. He assumed she probably had a few more nicks and cuts from the window glass in her hair.

When he noticed her tear he couldn't help himself, "How're you doing?"

"I'm okay," she whispered, not willing to get into a discussion about what was (and what wasn't) going on in her mind. "Just a little tired, a little emotional, a little sore."

She smiled for him, even though her eyes weren't open. She had a feeling he was looking at her for a reaction anyway. "This is nice, just relaxing."

So saying, she tilted her head into his chest, nosing along his jaw a little.

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

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