milliways_bar | Solo Voyage

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Solo Voyage

It's been a very long, hassle-filled day. Chief is largely a job of knocking down problems, big and small. Today, it was all about problems that were just petty. And there's no Henry out in the bullpen, no glimpses to give her a little sense of calm for reasons she wouldn't have been able to explain before last night. It's just not been her day.

So she slips out, tells the rookie on desk duty that she's going to find some lunch, and at the steps, makes a quick decision. Not out into the sunshine, but down to the evidence room and through the door, and back to Milliways.

The lurking concept of time in the real world waiting for her to come back is just a little too great a temptation today.

She steps up to the bar, gets herself a coffee, and goes to find herself a seat at a table where she can put up her feet and just have a break from it all.

[OOC: Plot is lurking, but open.]

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"Now you're just spoiling me," he leans a little closer watching the critter scurry for their coffee.

"I came this morning and wanted to check into the viability of setting up something a little special."

"Something special? Should I be wondering?"

She leans in closer, too. Why not? She knows Gus and Juliet are both elsewhere, and that limits the chances of Shawn showing up. She's willing to take the chance.

Close enough to touch, but Henry only lets his hand linger against hers - still not sure of his boundaries in this place.

"I don't know, depends on if you'd rather be surprised or not."

"So it's something special for us? Henry..." " She smiles and gives him a nudge. "You'll spoil me."

"Maybe..." he takes the nudge with an even wider grin, admittedly a little doe-eyed. He can't help it, she draws that out of him.

Besides, everyone knows first you treat a woman like a person - and then like a princess = and then a goddess before treating her like a person again. She's definitely in the 'princess' area.

"You're fun to spoil."

"I might get spoiled, though, and that wouldn't be fun," she teases.

It's been a long time since someone made her feel special. She doesn't want to let it go to her head.

"You'll have to let me spoil you some too, you know."

"Any time." He simply smiles again, snatching the mug of black coffee from the tray as soon as it's brought - still a bit unnerved by the whole concept of rats and food in the same thought. Thankfully, he's taken a bit of a 'Wonderland' approach to it and simply decided that when in Milliways - anything can happen.

After a gentle sip, he says; "I think this weekend, you and I should sleep together." It's not nearly the come on it sounds like and before she can react, he clarifies; "Here, in one bed - catching a weekend of nice, long rest before going back home."

She helps herself to her mug with as little a glimpse at the rat as possible, and lets all of the implications of Henry's words settle as she sips.

Her smile broadens.

"Here's where I decide between teasing and melting. I'll let you decide which reaction you prefer if you choose in the next, oh," she glances at her wristwatch, "ten seconds or so."

"Can I have both?" he raises an impish eyebrow, licking his lips before leaning in for a small kiss.

"Or melting, if I have to choose."

She savors the kiss for a long moment, deciding how to melt and tease all at once.

It's not really possible.

"I think you just fizzled my teasing, but that's okay, you stoked the melting." She rests her palm against his cheek. "I want to wake up in your arms so much, Henry. See you when I open my eyes."

It's the little things, the way her lips move against his and the way she's hesitant but doesn't back down. When she touches his cheek - still a little prickly having not yet shaved for the morning - it's all he can do not to kiss her again.

And when she speaks, he's glad he didn't... he wouldn't want to have missed that.

"I can't think of a better way to spend the morning." He smiles wider, nuzzling against her for a much deeper kiss.

Screw it, if Shawn's lucky enough to wander in at that moment, he deserves it.

She's not thinking about anyone else right now, just Henry, warm and real and offering up something kind and sexy and so very wanted, on a silver platter.

It takes her a little while to pull away, and it's only because if she doesn't, she won't.

"You're the best, you really are."

And as much as Henry doesn't want it to end, he understands that it's not the moment to get wrapped up in each other. Regardless of how nice it feels to think about it.

He blushes slightly, looking down at his coffee before glancing back up at her eyes; "I have a damn good reason to be."

"Your internal sense of justice and core of strength?"

She's only half-kidding. Henry is one of the most solid people she's ever known.

He half-shrugs and murmurs; "I was gonna say 'tne love of a good woman,' but I guess that works too."

It's easy to say, even with what it implies disguised as a joke. "So,.does that mean its a date? Me, you, a private room at the end of the universe and no need to leave until we're ready?"

She wants to confirm that he has that love, but it seems like it's too soon for such a declaration, at least in this context. So she just gives him her warmest smile, the one reserved for him now.

"It's so very much a date, I want to go put on my sexy red dress and the strappy heels that match."

That warm blush creeps up behind his ears again and he lowers his head, masking it with a too-long drink off his mug.

"Yeah, you put on a sexy red dress and I'm pretty sure my head'll explode."

She slips a tender hand across the back of his neck, soothing the warm skin there.

"Have we discussed how very little I'd enjoy it if you exploded?"

Unfortunately, the touch has the exact opposite effect and elicits an unexpected groan that makes the pink spread across the back of his head quite obviously.

"Yeah, well... maybe I'll make sure it comes off rather quickly."

Not that it would help matters in that particular area. And he really really shouldn't be picturing that in public.

"See, you're reactivating my teasing inclinations, because I'm thinking about what I wear under that dress, but if I tell you about it now, you might fall over or something, and I wouldn't want that."

She can be evil when the results are so very, very adorable.

And that is highly evil - and yeah... there his mind goes, followed closely by a flush deep enough that anyone who cares to peek at their table would know full and well what's on his mind.

"How soon can this happen?" He grins wildly, his voice a low purr.

Oh, does it work for her when his voice goes to that place, all dark and private and full of insinuation.

"All things considered, pretty much as soon as you'd like."

He can't help it - she does things to him... things that make it all too easy to tap into that long dormant place that does things like whisper about nearly naughty things in public.

"Well, since I doubt you've got a slinky red dress in your pocket... maybe not as soon as I'd like, but maybe after shift tonight? Give me a chance to pull some stuff together?"

"Are you planning and plotting on me, Henry?"

It's lovely that he is, that he wants to. But ultimately, all she really wants or needs is just the time and space to be with him, no rushing to get home, no worries about who might see.

"You know you don't have to, right?"

"Me, plotting? You make it sound evil."

He chuckles under his breath and shakes his head; "Just a few things, nothing elaborate - and I want to put away my clean linens before I forget about them."

After a quiet pause, he shrugs and adds; "And, I'm, uh... gonna talk maybe talk with Shawn about some stuff."

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