Ch. 7

A playful and steamy shower later Wendy was digging through David's closet looking for something to wear while he laundered her clothes from the night before. She pulled out a blue button-down and slid it on. As she worked the buttons, she found herself smelling the collar. Fresh air, polished chrome, and the distinctive aroma that was all David. It reminded her of riding the Harley for the first time. And the bright blue was the same shade as his eyes that morning when her rolled her over and looked at her with such lust and wanting. There was something else too, but it was something she wasn't even ready to consider just yet.

She stopped halfway through the buttons, wondering at her current train of thought. She was getting so sentimental, and over a simple shirt. That was…weird.

"You look good in that."

She spun, holding the shirt closed and saw David standing in the doorway holding her bag. "But then you look gorgeous in a shapeless, unflattering lab coat."

Wendy smiled as she fastened the last few buttons. "You're biased."

"Maybe. Just a little. I, uh…thought you might need this."

She took the proffered knapsack and grabbed his shirtfront, pulling him in for a kiss.

"That was awfully sweet." She murmured when they pulled apart.

"Doesn't happen very often." David said as he wound his arms around her. "You should enjoy it while it lasts."

"Oh, I intend to."

Just as they were about to lean in for another kiss, the doorbell rang.

He groaned. "Hold that thought."

As soon as he left the room she dug deep in her bag for the extra pair of underwear she'd packed, just in case. She quickly slipped out of the shirt and into the lace thong and barely-there bra. Not exactly what she'd consider functional wear but, damn, if she wasn't going to get some use out of these today. She hurriedly out his shirt back on and fluffed her hair in the mirror, making sure to leave the top few buttons undone – just enough for a tantalizing peek at what lay underneath.

"Da-vid." She sing-songed as she sauntered down the hall only to stop dead in her tracks when she saw Nick Stokes at the door. She quickly gathered her shirt closed as a smarmy grin stretched across the CSI's face. "Oh, so that's who you were busy doing."

David spun around to find a scantily clad Wendy and face-palmed, his countenance an unflattering shade of fuchsia.

Nick clapped him on the shoulder. "You know what, rain-check on the ball game. You two seem pretty occupied and I don't feel like interrupting. Wendy, see you at work tomorrow. Hodges, you're one lucky S O B."

He closed the door behind him and Wendy hurried across the room and tried to lift David's flushed face from his hands. "David?"

"We're dead…"

"David."

"We're dead…we're dead…"

"David! Look at me."

"We're dead…we're dead…we are so dead."

"No. We're not."

"You're right. We're fired."

"David!" She admonished, yanking on his ears, forcefully bringing his head up so she could look him in the eye.

"Ow!"

"You big baby. It'll be okay."

He pushed her hands away, not understanding how she could be so calm after what happened. "There are rules about fraternizing. Ecklie will have our jobs for this."

"Not if he doesn't find out. Besides, it's not like it's any of his business."

"But Nick…"

"Stop. Just stop right there. Take a second and think about who you're talking about. Nick Stokes."

David stopped, took a deep breath and let it out with a defeated sigh. "You're right. Nick has no reason to tell Ecklie…I'll just get ribbed about this 'til the new millennium."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and cuddled close. "See, it's not as bad as you thought."

"That's debatable." He looked down at her and cocked an eyebrow. "What are you wearing?"

She grinned sexily up at him as his hands smoothed down her back and under the shirt she'd borrowed to grab her naked ass cheeks.

"Okay. Now it's official."

"What? I'm just too irresistible?"

"No. You wear too much damn clothing!"