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Lucy woke to the exhilarating feeling of a night well-spent. Not that she got much rest, which she probably could’ve used, but that was just fine. Sleep was easy enough to catch up on some other time, last night was something else entirely. Her body was still buzzing and aching in all the best ways as she stretched beneath the covers, peering over at the head on the pillow next to her own.
Garcia Flynn. As boyfriend’s went, he really was kind of amazing. Handsome, intelligent, great sense of humour, a real gentleman in polite company, and something entirely different behind closed doors, she had found. Lucy felt like she suddenly understood what ‘throes of passion’ truly meant when she led him into her bedroom last night.
It hadn’t been a plan, not really. They had been seeing each other about a month and Lucy had tried to pace herself where Garcia was concerned, after what happened with the last guy she let close. Unfortunately, he was just too enticing, just too sweet, just too sexy. When he was kissing her goodnight on the doorstep, she couldn’t seem to find a way to let go and dragged him inside her apartment instead.
In the cold light of day, she couldn’t say she regretted it. In fact, as nice as it was to lie there and watch her beautiful boyfriend sleep, there was an urge in her to wake him for round four before it was too late.
“You do know it’s creepy to watch people sleep, right?” he said, startling her just a little, one eye opening to peer at her as a smirk pulled at his lips.
“Well, since apparently you’re not really asleep, I guess it’s not creepy that I’m watching,” Lucy said smartly with a smile of her own.
A chuckle rumbled in Garcia’s chest as he moved closer, his hand cupping her cheek and pulling her into him. He kissed her deeply and Lucy let her eyes fall closed, revelling in all the wonderful feelings he could evoke in her. It all could’ve been so perfect, if not for the beeping sound suddenly emanating from his cell on the nightstand.
“Damn it,” Garcia cursed, pulling away.
“No, no, no,” she insisted, her arms locking around his neck to keep him with her. “You don’t have to go yet,” she insisted. “You can be half an hour late, just once, right?”
She was going for an enticing look, fluttering eyelashes, pouty lips. Lucy wasn’t entirely sure that kind of thing would work for her, she wasn’t usually the type to try it, but if he left her wanting right now, she might just go crazy. She was willing to try anything to make him stay just a little bit longer.
“Lucy,” he said, a sigh in his voice as he looked down at her. “You know I would love to stay but-”
“Then stay,” she insisted, her finger on his lips to silence him. “Come on, you’re a grown man, Garcia,” she said, shifting her body very deliberately against his own. “You can’t stand up to the boss just this once?”
She knew what she was doing to him, it was all very purposeful, and she knew that he knew it too. The question was whether it would work or not, whether Lucy truly was the one thing Garcia Flynn could not resist.
“You know, for a woman that seems like such a good girl in public,” he said softly, fingers running through her hair, “you can be a very bad influence, draga.”
“I hope so,” she told him with a smile, drawing him closer.
Inside her head, Lucy congratulated herself on winning this round and the slightly dubious achievement of making Garcia late for work this morning. It was probably the last coherent thought she had for quite some time.
“Ah, Mr Flynn, so nice of you to join us.”
Garcia smiled politely at his boss and nodded his head. “Denise. I trust you coped just fine without me for the entire... twenty-seven minutes,” he said, pausing to check his watch for the exact figure.
“I was doing this job before you even graduated high school, junior,” she said, smirking back at him. “I hope you were at least late for a good reason? Like, for example, work?”
“What else?” he countered, rolling his eyes as he passed by her to his desk.
Seemingly satisfied that he was now present and getting on with something useful, Denise left Garcia to his work. Not that he really believed he was going to get much done after last night, but at least he could make it look like he was trying.
Operating on next to no sleep wasn’t so bad and Garcia had done it plenty of times before. Unfortunately, there was no drink or pill or special technique that was going to cure his other problem - a head full of Lucy Preston.
It was tougher than ever to concentrate now most of the images he had swirling around in his mind involved her being naked and beneath him, but Garcia knew he was just going to have to find a way. She had taken over most of his life already, he couldn’t allow one woman to swallow him whole, however tempting it seemed.
Of course, she could never be the female that mattered most in his life. That place would always and forever be taken by Iris, his precious little girl, not that Lucy could possibly know that. She was aware of Garcia’s marriage to Lorena and of the fact they were now divorced, but she knew no details and not a syllable had been said about Iris. Maybe one day, but not now, it just wasn’t the time.
Time. Garcia glanced at his cell just as it beeped to let him know he had a message. His mind flashed-back to the last time he heard a similar sound from the phone when his alarm sounded this morning, to Lucy’s wide eyes and enticing lips, her fingers in his hair and her skin under his hands...
A loud rapping sound brought Garcia out of a daydream he never should’ve let himself fall into and he looked up to see that Denise was back. She stared in at him from the doorway, wearing a frown.
“What is it now?” he asked her, trying to keep his voice even but knowing there was an almost angry tone in his voice, borne of frustration that he was having trouble keeping in check.
“I’ll need your latest report by noon,” she reminded him, still watching him with that look only mothers knew how to give, and then only when they were trying to figure out what was wrong without asking. “Is that going to be a problem?”
“No, no problem,” Garcia assured her, shaking his head. “Not if I’m left alone to get on with it.”
Denise shot him a look for the attitude but still nodded her head and let him be after just a few seconds more. Garcia let out a sigh of relief when she was gone and turned his attention to the computer screen. Calling up the next page, he entered yesterday’s date and readied his hands over the keyboard to type.
He stared at the cursor flashing in place, hardly knowing where to begin. One hand came up to push his hair back from his face, as he took a breath and prepared to start again. In a second, his hand was slamming against the desk in frustration. He couldn’t do this. He thought that he could handle it, but he hadn’t banked on Lucy Preston being as amazing as she truly was.
Clicking back through the previous pages of the file, her photograph appeared and Garcia stared into those eyes he knew so well. One month. How this had happened to him in such a short time, he had no idea. Years of training, so much experience in undercover work, never once had he been tempted to fall for the mark, not until her. Not until the heir to an evil organisation that planned on rewriting history, rebuilding the world to their design. Not until Lucy who had completely overtaken him.
Garcia sighed, pushing the chair away from the desk and running his hands over his face.
“I am so screwed.”