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Five Years Gone
Date: Spring 2012 Characters: Candice Wilmer, Dae-mun 'Jimmy' Lee… 
21st-Oct-2007 09:03 pm
Date: Spring 2012
Characters: Candice Wilmer, Dae-mun 'Jimmy' Lee
Summary: There's nothing like coming home after a long, hard day at the office.
Warnings: sexual situations
Status: In Progress

Down in the garage, the lights were still out and she had to rely on instinct and memory to keep from bumping into walls. God, she hated being down here, and if she could've helped it, if she thought she could leave her car on the street and not find it vandalized, she never would've stepped foot underground willingly. Prelude for the grave, she thought, stepping into the elevator and wondering how long she'd have to wait until he came home.

"I wish you could forget about him."

Hard to do when she used to plan her day around him. She still knew what he liked, she could still judge his mood from the barest flicker of his glance. He was an open book and still, even divorced they'd managed to fall into that one pattern she feared most: the housewife waiting for the husband to come home. Hopefully alive, hopefully in one piece.

Hopefully not planning her execution. 
21st-Oct-2007 07:33 pm (UTC)
The unmarked car pulled into the garage and let him out. He was sore and tired, but felt more human than he had days prior. On doctor's order, he wasn't allowed on his bike. Waving the car off, he made his slow trek up to the garage steps, thinking of explanation for where he'd been. Not that he needed to, but deep down, against all logic-he wanted to.
21st-Oct-2007 07:37 pm (UTC)
She heard the key in the lock, looking up from her plate with only mild interest. It would either be Jimmy or Jamie and she dearly hoped it was the former. The latter was making her uneasy and he knew not to use his key unless there was an emergency.

"Hey, dinner's in the kitchen," she called out, shuffling deeper into the couch. Hell, maybe it could swallow her whole one of these days.
21st-Oct-2007 07:44 pm (UTC)
"Yeah? What'd you make?" he asked, tossing his keys into the bowl by the door. He was far from starving, but he wouldn't turn down a meal offered. "How are you? I got your messages ten minutes ago."
21st-Oct-2007 07:49 pm (UTC)
"Lasagna and don't criticize," she warned in advance, wincing when he mentioned her call. "I'm fine. Texas was a bust. We found Bennet's daughter and then we lost Bennet's daughter." To the Enclave.
21st-Oct-2007 07:59 pm (UTC)
"Bennet's daughter? The one who was supposed to be dead?" he asked from the kitchen, loading his plate with lasagna and carried it to sit next to Candice on the couch. "Well, either way there's an APB out now. How are you two holding up?"

21st-Oct-2007 08:06 pm (UTC)
"We're fine," she shrugged, sighing a little. "Lost time and bullets and Bennet's still live kid, but we're fine. Enclave took her."
21st-Oct-2007 08:09 pm (UTC)
"Not surprising if Bennet's involved. Noah, I mean." he sighed and picked at the food on his plate. "Did you get hurt?"
21st-Oct-2007 08:16 pm (UTC)
Setting her plate on the coffee table, she tried to keep her hand still. "No. I didn't." Jamie did. And it was my fault.

"Shot a civilian, though."
21st-Oct-2007 08:21 pm (UTC)
He set his fork on his plate and gave her a sideways glance. Candice wouldn't have mentioned hitting a civilian if they survived it. While he could find all of the facts from the debrief, it wasn't thorough enough to answer what he really wanted to know. "Accidental?" Are you okay with it?
21st-Oct-2007 08:27 pm (UTC)
"I hate shooting people who don't deserve it," she shrugged, craning her neck to shoot him a glance that begged him not to ask about the details. He'd find out or he wouldn't. She didn't want to be the one to say it, though.

Let my partner take a bullet for me.
29th-Oct-2007 06:51 pm (UTC)
"Do you want me to give you a zen response or smile and nod?" he asked, tilting his head to look into her eyes. Grinning, he squeezed her shoulder.
29th-Oct-2007 06:54 pm (UTC)
"Don't do either," she suggested after a long moment, before standing up to take her plate into the kitchen. "Let's just forget about it. How was your day?"
29th-Oct-2007 07:01 pm (UTC)
"A lot of hurrying up and waiting." he shrugged, following her into the kitchen. If she wasn't going to talk about it, he wasn't going to press. "Went to the doctor finally, turns out I'm fine."
29th-Oct-2007 07:03 pm (UTC)
She arched an eyebrow without turning to look at him. "Were you honest about what happened?" Knowing him, he'd probably glossed over the whole thing saying he'd felt dizzy and was he coming down with a cold. Probably safer that way.
29th-Oct-2007 07:20 pm (UTC)
"Yes, I was honest about the whole cold thing, something about thyroid and hypothalamus and a lot of other large words." he sighed, leaning against the opposite counter. "They put me on a warm IV and had tests done, but they all came back normal. Most likely from stress and exhaustion. I just need to rest."
29th-Oct-2007 07:22 pm (UTC)
"Yes," she nodded. "Take a holiday. Get away." A snort of laughter. "Don't they know what you do for a living?"
29th-Oct-2007 07:46 pm (UTC)
"Yeah, actually they do." he smirked with a shake of his head. "Grounded me from my bike for a week and gave me a bag of vitamin injections. Still couldn't take a sick day."
29th-Oct-2007 07:50 pm (UTC)
"Sick days must be for when you get shot only, I think," she smiled back, leaning her hands on the counter behind her. A little too close to the truth, but no matter. "Here's hoping you don't have to go through that again."
29th-Oct-2007 07:56 pm (UTC)
"If it happens again, they'll probably admit me for a few days." he smiled reassuringly. "It's not going to happen again, I've got vitamins and lasagna and a cupcake schedule in the rear echelon, at least this week. As for the rest, is as they say, I can rest when I'm dead."
29th-Oct-2007 08:01 pm (UTC)
"Funny, I'm sure death is just another mountain of mission reports," she chuckled, watching him carefully. One of them was lying, but it wasn't him. She didn't think so, at least.

"I'm free tonight." If you are.
29th-Oct-2007 08:14 pm (UTC)
"Define free." he challenged, letting the other subject drop.
29th-Oct-2007 08:23 pm (UTC)
Candice tilted her head at him, considering. "Not required to be up for work in six hours. Not required to be writing up reports." Not required to be doing anything but if I have more time to myself, I think I'll go mad.
29th-Oct-2007 08:29 pm (UTC)
"Restless then." he grinned, pushing himself off of the counter. "Well, I have no other plans for tonight."
29th-Oct-2007 08:40 pm (UTC)
A tight-lipped smile. A long day.

"Good," she nodded, taking a step towards him, around him and escaping down the hallway to their rooms.
29th-Oct-2007 08:55 pm (UTC)
He sighed once she was out of view, his pulse skipping a beat faster at Candice's move, but that was what she intended. Jimmy followed into step behind her, idly pulling at a loose thread from his dress shirt.

"Heading to bed already?" While he left out whether or not he minded which bed she choose to go to, she probably knew.

29th-Oct-2007 08:58 pm (UTC)
Candice found it in her to smirk over her shoulder, leaning in the doorway to his bedroom. "Don't sound so disappointed."
29th-Oct-2007 09:04 pm (UTC)
"I don't know about you, but I was planning on going to bed, but you..." Jimmy stopped in front of her, his voice teasing. He clicked his tongue while his eyes appraised her from head to foot. "...you seem to have other plans in mind."
29th-Oct-2007 09:10 pm (UTC)
"My plans involve a bed too," she shrugged, not waiting for an invitation or permission to set foot in his room. More like a sign that he was okay with it. After all, Jamie was right: she did care what he thought about him. "Here's your chance to object."
29th-Oct-2007 09:28 pm (UTC)
Why did they keep doing this to themselves was a question he tired of asking himself. It didn't matter, he never wanted to face the answer. That didn't stop it from crossing his mind as he stepped into his room behind her, a grin already in place. "Now why would I ever object?"
29th-Oct-2007 09:37 pm (UTC)
"Because you're tired, apparently," she grinned, not waiting for confirmation once she knew she had him. Out of habit, she closed the curtains, as if modesty had any place in their world anymore.
29th-Oct-2007 09:49 pm (UTC)
"Has that ever stopped me before? Or you?" he quizzed, closing the distance between them to place his hands on her shoulders. "Then again, I could always fall asleep on you."
29th-Oct-2007 09:52 pm (UTC)
"And hurt my feelings?" she smiled, suppressing a shiver when he touched her. It wasn't like he could see it, if she didn't want him too.

Her hands covered his, trapping him close to her, daring him to pull away. "You wouldn't dare."
29th-Oct-2007 10:01 pm (UTC)
"Was that a challenge?" he asked, his lips close to her ear. "I wouldn't want to hurt your feelings but should I make any promises?"
29th-Oct-2007 10:05 pm (UTC)
"Not a challenge," she sighed, breath leaving her as she relaxed in his arms. This was what she needed. A smile twisted the corners of her lips upwards. "More like a threat."
29th-Oct-2007 10:31 pm (UTC)
He made a low hum in his throat, lowering his head to placed lips against the back of her neck. "A treat? It has been a long time since I've had one."
29th-Oct-2007 10:35 pm (UTC)
"Or maybe it's a warning... And here's another," she murmured, lowering her voice because there wasn't anyone else to hear her anyway. Turning sharply in his arms, she released his hands. "I'm done talking."
29th-Oct-2007 10:44 pm (UTC)
For once he wasn't going to protest, he was done with dancing around each other with words and deciphering which held the right amount of truth in them. Actions spoke better than anything that he could have said. With his hands no longer unhindered, Jimmy cupped the back of her neck as he lowered his mouth to hers.
29th-Oct-2007 10:49 pm (UTC)
She kissed back roughly, not wanting to leave him any doubt, not wanting to risk him changing his mind. Too long since the last time they'd been together and for all her talk of strip clubs and one night stands, she was more bound to him than she liked to admit.

30th-Oct-2007 01:30 pm (UTC)
Breath momentarily stolen by the intensity of their kiss, any restraint he tried to hold back was let go. He steered her back towards the bed, his hands dropping to reach for the buttons on her shirt.
30th-Oct-2007 01:33 pm (UTC)
Quick and dirty, that was the norm. Ignoring his hands brushing against her breasts as they shook and trembled trying to undo her buttons, Candice took a hold of his zipper instead, lowering it quickly, the steps old and practiced in this game of theirs.
30th-Oct-2007 01:51 pm (UTC)
He pulled at the shirt, popping buttons as he lost patience. Murmuring offhand that he'd fix or buy her another without giving much thought to which language he used as long as it didn't impede his lips from kissing the underside of her jaw down to her chest.
30th-Oct-2007 01:54 pm (UTC)
Why was it that even when she had the whole night off, she still hurried like this? It didn't make it any easier in the morning.

"Come on, come on," she mumbled weakly, pushing his trousers down, reaching for her own.
30th-Oct-2007 02:02 pm (UTC)
"Impatient." he murmured, helping her remove her pants before pinning her to the bed, his voice thick with need.
30th-Oct-2007 02:03 pm (UTC)
"Always," she smirked, bringing their lips together harshly. Shoving his pants the rest of the way down to the floor, she groaned, desperate to bring them closer together.
30th-Oct-2007 02:45 pm (UTC)
He settled between her legs, foreplay and the desire to prolong the act swept aside for the need to be inside of her. There wasn't time to think, to assign emotions that should've no longer existed between them.
30th-Oct-2007 02:48 pm (UTC)
It was a fact of life that they needed this. It wasn't sexy or pretty, not any more. And it certainly didn't need anything.

"Do you have anything?" She always asked, now. And the answer was always no.
30th-Oct-2007 02:59 pm (UTC)
Jimmy shook his head, she knew he remained celibate after the divorce. For all of his dating, and the honey traps or two he found himself volunteered in, none ever ended in bed. He didn't plan to have nor want a lover, though no matter how many 'last times' he was a willing participant to, there was always one more.

"Should we stop?" he asked by rote. They never did.
30th-Oct-2007 03:02 pm (UTC)
She barely considered it, bringing their lips together again. Biting at his lips, scratching her nails over his back, she willed him to make her forget how wrong this was. How illegal.

She could deal with the consequences. She always did.
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