Author: drippy love monster
Summary: I close my eyes and remember the moment that changed my life.
Disclaimer: John Doggett and Monica Reyes do not belong to me, sadly.
A/N: This is from a series of 500 word single word challenge prompts. This challenge: "Water"
Thanks to Kathmak for all the drippy inspiration!
The smile that keeps threatening to take up permanent residence on my face is back. I shake my head and concentrate on the dish I've been washing for the last five minutes. A second later, that smile-- the one that just won't go away is now a full blown grin. I can't believe we're finally here. I close my eyes and relive the moment that changed my life.
"Thanks for coming here with me today," John said quietly as we parted. He looked drained. But he also looked like a man who'd just shrugged off the weight of the world.
"Thanks for wanting me here," I said just a softly and slowly looked out over the ocean.
I drew my gaze back to John who was studying me. It kind of caught me off guard. I mean we've both indulged in a little partner watching, but this was different. His eyes were different. It was as if he was looking at me for the first time. The intensity of it made me blush, just a little.
I cleared my throat. "We should get going, it's a long drive back," I said quietly, not wanting to break the spell. Lacing his fingers with mine, John pulled me closer.
"Monica… I… thank you. I never did that—thanked you for all that you've done for me. I-I really don't think I'd be here today without you," he said quietly.
"John…" He tugged on my hand and stopped me. Looking into each other's eyes, I realized at that moment words were no longer needed.
Leaning in, our lips met as we shared our first kiss. It was perfect shy, and loving all at once.
"I love you," John whispered as we parted. My heart swelled at his admission.
"I love you, too," I said, and went in for another kiss.
John closes his arms around me, and his hands join mine in washing the same dish.
"Need any help?" John murmurs softly in my ear.
"No, but keep doing what you're doing," I sigh.
Our hands slip and slide together in the bubbles as his lips exquisitely tease my neck. I lean against his chest, taking comfort in his warmth. John reaches out and turns off the faucet.
"Forget the dishes, there's a better way for us to get nice and soapy," John whispers and I can hear the smirk in his voice. I turn in his arms to face him.
"Race ya," I say and flick the excess water on my hands at him, and run upstairs with John on my heels.