LunasRose

Blue Shield

Harper took his hand in her's, and by this point, it was positively killing her to keep a straight face. Still, she was a trooper. The young woman cleared her throat, really amping up the vibe of importance.

"Would you like to meet my parents?"

And that was it, well and truly pleased with herself, Harps let out a snort of self appreciative laughter and fell back against the pillows - still laughing. Of course the Detective was teasing Devin in response to his Mia problem, but it had just been too easy to get a kick out of it. Besides, if she'd thought about it, he'd already met her Mother in Walmart, but that wasn't important.

Devin's bed was super comfortable, and she was actually pretty reluctant to leave it. And the fact that it smelt like him, helped a bunch too. How realistic was it that she could sneak it out when he wasn't looking?

Not very realistic at all, actually. Still, a girl could dream. Or she could just buy a new bed. The world was her oyster.

Blue Shield

The sun was streaming through the apartment window when Harper eventually opened her eyes. For a moment or two, the young woman really didn't want to. Too scared to face up to a hangover that she was convinced was waiting to pounce. In some weird half asleep logic, she genuinely believed that if she could trick her body into thinking that she wasn't really awake, the headache wouldn't rock up. Poor Harper. Poor Poor delusional Harper.

One eye opened nervously, and the head felt okay. Feeling cocky, the other one followed, and wham. The biggest throb immediately settled itself above her eyebrow.

And there it is.. Mother nature you are a real bitch.

Still, once both eyes had become accustomed to the beautiful sunlight, they locked in on Devin. The last time this had happened, the pair had practically fallen over each other in the rush to escape the awkwardness, but Harper didn't feel awkward. Sure she was naked, and after a sneaky peak under the duvet, she could confirm that he too was naked.. But she didn't feel the need to rush off. Instead, she yawned and turned over onto her stomach, reaching out to poke her buddy in the side.

"Devin, Devin.. Wake up - I have a really important question.."

And like the jackass that she was, Harper leaned over said bed buddy and blew a rather obnoxious raspberry on the dudes cheek.

"It's really important. Like inaugural speech sorta' important.."

Blue Shield

"You stopped?"

Harper narrowed her eyes at Devin, "Why'd you stop?" The blonde perked an eyebrow, "Don't tell me you're suddenly going in for all that chivalrous crap? Because if you're pegging me up as rebound, you're a few months late for that." Rebound had been and gone. And sure she was drunk, but she wasn't so drunk that she wasn't in total control of herself.

Besides, he hadn't actually moved away. Sure he had stopped the kiss, but he was just as close. His body language wasn't speaking from the same page. But fine, if he wanted to stop there, they'd stop there.

"By the way, you would be a lot more believable if you didn't still have your hands on my ass right about now." For added emphasis1, she clenched said ass cheeks.

Blue Shield

"Checklists are for work. You should know that."

An interesting fact about Harper, was that despite her crazy organisation and time management obsession at work, in her personal life, she wasn't anywhere near as regimented. When Devin spun her around, Harps couldn't resist an inward chuckle. He was certainly smooth when he wanted to be.

When he took a grip of her hips, it made her skin tingle. There was just something about being in close proximity to him, that made her lose every strand of rational thought. She quite liked that though. He infuriated her, but she also found him pretty irresistible.

"Oh wait." The blonde tilted her head a little so that she could look at him, "There was one other thing I had noted.." The young woman paused for dramatic effect, "Tell Devin to stop pussy footing around and kiss me already.."

Blue Shield

Jordan blinked, "So?" The medical examiner shrugged, "Mia get's everywhere. From what I've heard, she's already on her second lap of the station. Apart from Captain Scott, obviously. He's very married.." Turns out, it was quite hard to focus on the topic in hand after half a bottle of champagne.

"How do you know Mia? She isn't coming this way is she? She has the conversational skills of a mosquito."

James quirked a brow, clearly amused. "I just mean that perhaps it's not the best idea for Mia to see Devin.."

"Why, doesn't she like Devin?"

"For someone so smart, you sure are slow." The lawyer quipped. Jordan was about to take offence, but she finally got a hold of what was being said.

"Oh! I get it. No. That probably wouldn't be good, would it?"

"You think?" James rolled his eyes, and nodded towards the woman.

"I guess I could go and talk to her." Jordan shrugged, "But I don't really like her." James chuckled, "I'll come along for moral support." And with that, the unlikely pair made a beeline for Mia.

Blue Shield

There was always that one drunk couple that ended up on the floor. On this occasion, it happened to be a rather loud redhead and her buzz cut of a partner in crime. The pair, who had clearly gone very liberally on the booze, stumbled straight into an unsuspecting Harper. So much so, that she had to cling onto Devin like a koala to stop a domino effect from happening.

The sight of two people falling through the air really tickled Harper's sense of hunour, and as they laid there stunned, the apparently serious detective buried her face in Devin's chest and laughed. It took Bonnie and Clyde a moment or two to realise what had happened to them, but when they did eventually figure it all out, they both clawed themselves to their feet and went off in totally seperate directions. That only served in amusing Harper even more. Who didn't love people watching?!

But luckily for Devin, she didn't feel the need to knee him in the groin for overstepping professional boundaries. That ship had sailed long ago.

Blue Shield

"And you said it was entirely a spectator sport now." Harper get Devin a playful poke on the tip of his nose, "You lied." With her feet aching on the tiptoe front, she took the last step towards her buddy. That final step mean't that she could have her feet flat on the ground, but she was still very much sharing the personal space. Dis it bother her? No. Not at all. It actually felt alarmingly natural.

One could argue that it was bound to feel natural. After all, they spent every day together. In the middle of the case, that could realistically mean seven days a week, with a fair few all nighters. Of you couldn't get along with your partner, you really would suck at your job. However, this was a new level of comfortable.

Harper, rather lacking on space - found her hands now resting against Devin's stomach. Being the mischievous type, she couldn't resist tickling him momentarily, just to watch him squirm. It was an entertaining spectacle.

"Whoops, sorry.. My hand slipped."

Of course she wasn't sorry. It didn't matter how your hand slipped, you couldn't make it involuntarily tickle someone. Harper's dark green eyes found his, and a strange butterfly like feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.

Blue Shield

The dance floor was slowly becoming more and more packed. You could feel the heat from the bodies as the base trickled through the crowd. Why didn't she go out more? Well, there was an obvious reason up until recently - but she really didn't have an excuse now. With everyone having such a good time, it was palpable, and you could really see why the bar was becoming one of the most popular nightlife spots.

It amused Harps when she caught a glimpse of Jordan and James engrossed in conversation. Atleast that's what it looked like. Hopefully Jordan wasn't creeping the lawyer out with any tales from the morgue tall. Not everybody was as comfortable around death as she was.

Devin was closer, and she didn't protest that. You could have used the excuse that the dance floor was so busy, you had to be - but she really didn't need any other excuse other than liking it. And as the dancing went on, and the atmosphere built, the tension was really quite delicious.

Blue Shield

Harper finished her rum. It was her favourite drink, perhaps she'd been a pirate in her former life. Quite possible. She was unnaturally attracted to Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow. Or was she just unnaturally attracted to Johnny Deep? One of her favourite anecdotes was bumping into Johnny Depp at a music festival. She had been so doe eyed, that she'd lost all ability to speak and stared creepily at the man. It was surprising that he didn't hit her with a restraining order, actually. Or at the very least, a cease and disist.

Rather conviniently, there was free table just to the left of them, that made the perfect host for her now empty glass. The tequila had never been her favourite, so she took a sip - wrinkled her nose violently, before setting that down too.

"It tastes much better with lime. I don't know how you drink that stuff and enjoy it." Of course she had to be up close and personal with Devin so that he could hear her, and once again she was distracted by how good he smelt, and once again it triggered memories that had been suppressed for a very very long time. Too long.

Blue Shield

"Full spectator?" Harper repeated. Well, you learn something new every day.
"The Romans had a similar idea with the colossium, but there was a whole lot more blood involved."

"You've just totally taken the fun out of dancing. It just feels like a cattle sale now." The statement was accompanied by a pout of the lip, but it didn't last long. A laugh escaped her at Devin's expression, but she certainly didn't appear to come across as somebody that was sailing on a cloud of booze. How would she have been able to walk in heels if she'd gotten blotto?

"Come on, I want to view this new ritualistic dance floor in person. I'm intrigued." She took Devin by the hand and weaved her way through the crowd. "So, I think you were shitting me." She laughed, "Nothing has changed."