Chapter 1: Scrabble and Scrabbling
A/N: First Covert Affairs fanfic. Just a silly two-shot. Hope you like
Timeline: Not-too-distant future.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately Covert Affairs doesn't belong to me. Sigh…
Rinsing the last of the shampoo out of her hair, Annie Walker stepped out of the shower and dried herself off with the large, fluffy towel hanging on the railing in the bathroom of her guest house. Reaching up, she rubbed the back of her neck, twisting her head from left to right, hearing her bones creak loudly in protest.
It had been another long day at the Agency. Her body positively ached from the last mission. Padding over to her mirror, she reached up and wiped off the condensation and sighed when she saw her reflection. A large purple bruise tainted her collar bone and spread around to her shoulder blade. She barely contained a grimace at the sight of it, her fingers ghosting over the tender skin.
Shaking her head she chalked it up as being a consequence of the job and shuffled out into her bedroom, drawing the towel closer to her body. Humming softly to herself she sat gingerly on the end of her bed and began running a hair brush through her hair. The water had felt soothing on her wounds and she wished she could have spent longer in the shower but she was expecting company tonight.
Who apparently showed up earlier than expected.
"…Auggie!" she mumbled in surprise, hurriedly covering the parts of her exposed skin before realizing what she was doing and shaking her head.
"Hey, sorry, I'm not too early am I?" he asked with an amused tone, a little smirk evident on his handsome face.
Annie could have sworn he was well aware of her current attire – or rather lack there of.
"No, no, I-I'm just…uh…come on in," she replied, grabbing up various items that were strewn across her floor before reaching forward and clasping him around the elbow, leading him to her couch.
His smile grew bigger as his fingers clutched her wrist.
"What?" Annie asked as he sat down, tilting his head in the direction of her voice. He barely contained a chuckle.
"You're wet," he informed her, his eyebrows raised suggestively.
"Excuse me?" Annie exclaimed, a nervous giggle escaping her lips, a crimson blush attacking her exposed neck and cheeks.
He outright laughed at her reaction, wiping his hands on his trousers.
"You're skin, it's wet," he clarified, flashing her another one of his trademark grins.
Annie's blush deepened as his words sank in. She would not admit (not even to herself) that her mind was a little in the gutter at that statement. It was a common thing whilst around Auggie, she realized, he was a major flirt after all.
"Were you…are you…just out of the shower?" he asked, leaning back and folding his arms, his teasing tone almost echoing in her small guest house.
Annie found herself shuffling her bare feet and wrapping her arms around her shoulders as the situation dawned on her. She stood, in the middle of her room, in nothing but a towel as her friend, her male friend, sat on her couch, expecting her to appropriately respond to his seemingly innocent question.
"Uh…" she realized that she could lie to him, make up some excuse and quickly change in her bathroom but she knew that it would be pointless. With Auggie's freaky super spidey sense he more than likely knew the answer to his own question, and besides, she didn't feel comfortable lying to her friend.
Before she could reply however, Auggie stood up and cautiously made his way over towards where Annie was standing. She watched him silently as his hand slowly extended and caught on her forearm. She bit her lip nervously as she looked up into his chocolate coloured unseeing eyes. His fingers gently ghosted up her arm and came to rest on her injured shoulder lightly.
Annie's breathing hitched as the pressure of his fingers caused a slight wave of pain to shoot through her. Auggie's fingers stopped their exploration suddenly as he threw her a look of concern.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," he half-whispered, his hand lowering to his side as if he just realized what he was doing.
And with that, whatever spell the two were under was broken. Auggie stepped back and made his way over to the couch. Annie watched him for a moment, her breathing still erratic. What she failed to acknowledge however was the fact that her breathing had not hitched due to a little pain but more for her and Auggie's proximity, and the feel of his fingers against her tender skin.
"It's okay, Auggie, it's just a little scratch, nothing major," she assured him with a smile as she fumbled to gather some clothes. As she glanced over her shoulder at him she saw him look like he wanted to ask her something but thought better of it. Her brow furrowed in confusion as he remained silent.
"You okay?" she asked before she could stop herself.
He looked up at her words, his gaze hovering somewhere to her left.
"Yeah, I'm fine, you can go get dressed now," he finished, his smirk coming back.
Annie's jaw slackened. So he was aware of her state of…undress. And to think she never thought of herself as the easily embarrassed type. Words wouldn't seem to form in her brain so she just settled for mumbling an "uh huh" before practically running to her bathroom and slamming the door.
She leant back against the door and tried to steady her breathing. This was not the first time she had felt this…affected around Auggie. Lately (she began to acknowledge at least), she felt, something…stir within her whenever he was around. She had been at the Agency for nearly two years now and she and Auggie had grown extremely close, she could honestly say that he has been one of the best friends she's ever had.
That was what made things so difficult. Whatever these…feelings…were she had to push them down. For his sake as well as hers. She knew that he hadn't had any serious relationship in the two years she had known him – Natasha being the last one that she knew of. As for her, well, ever since Ben…
Her throat constricted tightly as she thought of Ben. Auggie had been her rock throughout that time and she knew that that support definitely brought them closer together and strengthened the already strong companionship between them. But, lately (in at least the last few months as far as she could tell) that companionship had melded, developed into something that was harder to explain. Something that blurred the lines between friends and something more.
She had to admit, the first time she ever met Auggie she was mesmerized by him. Not only for his witty personality, skills and intelligence but also for his physical appearance. She couldn't deny that he was attractive, she never doubted that fact but it was only pretty recently that she allowed herself to view him in that light. Ever since that night, the night that neither of them like to talk about, she felt something change within her.
The night of his car accident. The night that she thought he might die.
Shaking her head to rid herself of those haunting memories, she hastily threw on some clothes and ran her fingers through her hair as she glanced in the mirror. She looked like a drown rat, her hair only half brushed and still damp as she stood in her grubby but comfortable sweat pants and tank top.
But that was the great thing about spending time with Auggie, she never felt that she had to be in top condition – not because he couldn't see her but rather because he made her feel comfortable enough to just be herself.
With that last soothing thought, Annie left her bathroom and made her way out to where her friend sat patiently waiting for her. An unconscious smile spread across her face at the sight of him. It was going to a nice night. Game night was always a nice night.
"Alright, Anderson, it's go time. You ready for this?"
He laughed, throwing a mock-defensive glance in her direction.
"Oh I'm better than ready for this Walker. I am the Scrabble King."
A/N: Okay so I decided to leave it there. This is my first Covert Affairs fic so I'm still finding my feet with everything and even if I'm not happy with I hope you guys enjoyed anyway.
A review would be lovely! ~Cortexikid