Cait curled up against his side, warm and boneless. "Ohhh," she said. "That was so worth getting stood up. Damn, Phil. If I'd have known you were this good, I would have jumped you years ago."
Phil snorted gently, but something inside him warmed at the compliment. "You're not so bad yourself." He brushed auburn curls off her cheek.
Her comm buzzed, and she sighed. "I'm ignoring it." It buzzed again five minutes later, and she uncurled herself enough to reach the comm, flip it open, and scan the text message before flipping it shut. "Ally. Apologizing. Whatever." She set the comm down on the bedside table, and then, suddenly, picked it back up. "Wait." She flipped it open, reread the message. "She had to work?" Cait's eyes narrowed, and she looked between the comm and Phil two or three times. "You--Phil--" She set the comm down with a little more force than necessary. "You arranged this! You assigned Ally to this shift because you knew we were meeting! What the hell, Phil! All you had to do was ask!" She poked him in the chest with one finger. "And you want to know the worst part? I'm not even mad at you."
"You're not?" he said, not bothering to deny the rest of it.
"Well, maybe a little mad," she amended. "But you can make it up to me."
"Can I?" he said, and dove under the sheets.
"I didn't mean right now--ohhh, God, Phil, don't stop!"
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Cait curled up against his side, warm and boneless. "Ohhh," she said. "That was so worth getting stood up. Damn, Phil. If I'd have known you were this good, I would have jumped you years ago."
Phil snorted gently, but something inside him warmed at the compliment. "You're not so bad yourself." He brushed auburn curls off her cheek.
Her comm buzzed, and she sighed. "I'm ignoring it." It buzzed again five minutes later, and she uncurled herself enough to reach the comm, flip it open, and scan the text message before flipping it shut. "Ally. Apologizing. Whatever." She set the comm down on the bedside table, and then, suddenly, picked it back up. "Wait." She flipped it open, reread the message. "She had to work?" Cait's eyes narrowed, and she looked between the comm and Phil two or three times. "You--Phil--" She set the comm down with a little more force than necessary. "You arranged this! You assigned Ally to this shift because you knew we were meeting! What the hell, Phil! All you had to do was ask!" She poked him in the chest with one finger. "And you want to know the worst part? I'm not even mad at you."
"You're not?" he said, not bothering to deny the rest of it.
"Well, maybe a little mad," she amended. "But you can make it up to me."
"Can I?" he said, and dove under the sheets.
"I didn't mean right now--ohhh, God, Phil, don't stop!"
He chuckled against her skin and didn't stop.)