"We can order Chinese and I think we got a bottle of tequila in the 'fridge," he murmurs, trailing his lips over the soft underside of her jaw, nibbling lightly at the sensitive skin beneath her earlobe. She slumps slightly and he turns her, letting her fall gently to the sofa, but he stands before her, ready to get the phone and order the food or get the tequila or put on some hot water for tea or do whatever she asks him to do. "You're the reason I'm here," he emphasizes. He wouldn't have stayed in New York were it not for Rachel. He wouldn't have become a cop if it wasn't for Rachel's encouragement.
"Preserve..." He shrugs one shoulder, and blinks at her next question. Fuck. Yes. "S'in the drawer with the chargers and shit. Y'know, all the electronics so we know where to find it when we want it. Camera's in there, too. You getting ideas, my Jewish-American princess?"
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Date: 2012-02-06 09:30 pm (UTC)"Preserve..." He shrugs one shoulder, and blinks at her next question. Fuck. Yes. "S'in the drawer with the chargers and shit. Y'know, all the electronics so we know where to find it when we want it. Camera's in there, too. You getting ideas, my Jewish-American princess?"