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“Well, I've been around guys who are like pit-bulls and they wouldn't have offered to help me unless something was in it for them. You, sir, are no pit bull. You've just got to own up to it, embrace your inner golden retriever.”

Forever the golden retriever. She could have done worse. Could have said he was one of those annoying lap dogs, if you could even call those things dogs. They were more like oversized rats in his opinion. Most of them just were in a constant state of either fear (which was why they were always shaking) or thinking they were some hundred pound dog that was something to be feared. And they were neither. At least a golden retriever was known as a great sporting dog and lovable family dog.

William noticed her glance at his hand, and something stirred in him that he had to shake his head slightly to get rid of. Certainly, she was not looking for something that would mark him as off the market. A small sense of pride, that’s what it was? Though he did make note that she avoided anything that had to do with a family. That must have made her uncomfortable which made him re-think the reason behind her checking that status. He shook his head as she went about talking about how great that lasagna was up the street. And how even the delivery guys all knew her name. So obviously a frequent flyer there.

“Can’t say I’ve had theirs, but I can almost guarantee that mine would blow theirs out of the water.” He remarked, and feeling ever so bold, he continued on. “Maybe one day I can let you compare them.” Though he already knew that the response would probably be an immediate shut down. Because that would mean she would want to see him again. And especially after his small blow up about her not knowing him, he was sure that was a huge turn off.

What he wasn’t ready for after his whole rant, was for her to be calm and apologize. It was like a kick in the rear that he was not ready for, which was why his eyes flashed up to hers, probably slightly wide with surprise. He was prepared for the fight to come back, which was when he would probably have to do what she was exactly doing in that moment. Agree to disagree. Perhaps, but if she was able to be the bigger person, he would at least give her a nod to show his agreement.

He knew she would get a kick out of that movie choice. It definitely stood against what he did, but damn was the acting good and he had a small crush on Natalie Portman. The woman looked good with or without long hair. He wanted to pry on the nicknames when none came out, even though she explained that he was not some monster. Well hopefully she really believed that and it wasn’t part of the whole ‘agree to disagree’ thing they had just come to agreement on. He kind of wanted a nickname from her, better than her going around calling him McCabe all the time. That was something he expected from work, not from a beautiful woman.

Though as he downed that wine and held her eyes as she called him ‘golden boy’, he felt his blood start rushing. What in the world was happening? How did this turn from her almost wanting to ring his neck into her looking like she wanted to devour him there in the pharmacy. He noticed too late that his eyes were focused way too much on her mouth as she lifted her own cup up and took a drink of the red wine. And they only left her lips as she shifted closer to him. Close enough that he could smell her hair and almost swayed from his sitting position.

As she leaned closer, he swore that she would be able to hear the pounding in his chest. It felt like it was trying to leap out of it, and he inwardly cursed at it to cool its jets. She was messing with him. She was probably just trying to stand to her feet and walk away from him, put distance. Something. But as she moved even closer, he froze, almost afraid that if he moved he would frighten her away and damn wouldn’t that be a shame. His blue eyes slid closed as he felt her breath on his neck. Part of him, in the back of his mind went, hey dumbo, you are on duty. But another side, the one that was definitely winning, hushed it as her voice softly spoke to him.

“If the water is too deep for you just say the word and I'll put you back on dry land.”

Yep, he was done for as he felt her lips make contact with his skin. Fire lit under his skin for the second time since their meeting, but this one was more hot. And was not because of anger. He was sure that she would feel his heart racing through the pulse she was over and her gentle touch on his shoulder tore a bit more at his self control. Without much thought, one hand slid around the small of her waist and pressed her into his chest, so she would be straddling his legs and closer to him. He knew his shoulders were wide enough to block anyone coming in the door from seeing her body pressed into his, but definitely not blocking the brunette head of hair that was, he pictured, cascading down his shoulder now.

“This is a dangerous game you are playing Kitten,” His voice was rough and low as his other hand slipped up her back and into the hair at the nap of her neck. It was so much softer than he thought it would be. And even though his hold on her was firm and from an onlookers view, would look like he was in control, he knew he wasn’t for the time being. This was her game that she started, but he wasn’t afraid to give her a run for her money if she pushed it farther than this. And boy was he torn, his hands urged her closer but his words were a warning. And that small, slowly being smothered voice was still shouting, ‘you are on duty! You could be caught!’ But he wasn’t quite listening to it. Not when his senses were overwhelmed at the moment by the lovely smell of her and the feel of her touch.

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"I'm not marriage material McCabe."

Man, didn't that just suck hearing that twice in his life. But from a stranger, it was odd. He shook his head at her, still trying to give her the smallest of smiles. "Never asked you to be. I've never married because my life doesn't allow the normal." Because who wanted to be stuck with someone when you got to see them what, a month or two out of the year if they got deployed? The mother of his child refused to marry him because she couldn't sit around waiting for him. And as much as it hurt, he understood it. It wasn't fair to ask someone to be tied down to him.

Still stung, because when he was younger, he definitely imagined having a wife and kids by his age. He just seemed to get everything out of order. And once he hit thirty he sort of gave up on sharing his last name with anyone besides his daughter. "It's just lasagna, not an engagement ring." He teased a bit further. She was not going to sour his mood any further. Hopefully.

He felt another ping of that voice telling him that this was already taken too far. The moment the wine hit his lips it was taken too far. But now that her legs moved to easily straddle his legs, her body shifting into him as he pressed her to him. It was an overload on his senses and his brain thought a million things and yet couldn't put one into action. She was the overload of his senses and he almost cursed at how easily his body gave in to her. His mind was working as if it was half dead as well, only instincts kicking in overdrive. 

"That's how I prefer it soldier."

The suck on his neck made his grip on her tighten, and the nip of her teeth into his skin shot electricity down his spine and kicked him in the ass. He sucked in a breath as she let it go, and part of him hoped there wasn't a mark left on his neck. Because he certainly didn't have that at the start of rounds. Though another part of him wanted there to be something to remind him of this head ache of a woman he had met. The one who was pushing all his limits, and to which he had no explanation as to why he was letting it happen. 


William got a good look at her face as she moved away from his neck. Damn her, she was absolutely stunning. And he met her halfway for the first kiss, which was ended quicker than he wanted. Barely a ghost of a kiss with how soft it was. It had been a while since he kissed a woman like this, just raw energy between them. It made him want to devour her, which he got his chance when she came back for a second meeting with his lips. He responded with a quick tangling of his hand in her hair. Nothing to hurt her, but enough of a presences to give her ideas that he had a small control over her. Even though she was on top of him. And that wicked grin that hit her lips confirmed that she thought that she was in control of this whole situation.

"The question is, can you play along?"

Her fingers were quick, unbuttoning his outer layer and it slide down his arms easily thanks to some weight that was in the pockets. He easily guided her mouth back to his as her hands roamed his broad chest. His hand that was previously on the small of her back and moved down to grip her thigh and tug her a bit closer. But it was the tug on his dog tags, the sign she wanted him closer that had him spring into action. His hand giving her a small squeeze and he pulled himself free of her lips. His lids were halfway closed as he stared at her swollen lips, swollen because of him. He tugged her hair back, urging her head back so he would have access to her throat. Which he would return the favor of placing kisses down it and giving her a playful bite on her shoulder. "You said it yourself," he breathed against her skin, his hand leaving her hair to drop down to her waist and slip just his thumb under her shirt, lightly stroking the skin under his finger. 

"Embrace my golden retriever, who is just wanting to please," and with that, he flipped them, settling himself on top of her and rejoining his lips to hers. Sure, this probably was going to look all kinds of wrong if someone walked in but at this moment, he didn't care who saw. Her pressed under him on the floor as he set about kissing with the plan to make her forget anything that wasn't him. 

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She was eating him alive. His skin was on fire with every brush, and her responses to him were driving him to lose himself. He wanted to touch her all over. She was soft beneath him in a way that complimented and melded her to his harder muscled body. As the items from his jacket scattered, he didn’t give them a second thought. Her legs pulled him closer as he caressed her neck. Her scent filled his sense for a moment and he wondered what the hell she wore because damn he would never forget that scent. Not in a million years.

The soft feminine noises she made under him were driving him wild. And the grin, that swollen lipped grin that flashed over white teeth up at him had his heart skip a beat. He stared at her as she looked up at him. Damn why was this the sexiest thing he had ever seen? Her beneath him, hair falling around her head, giving him full access to seeing her face. Those blue eyes of her staring up at him as she whispered to him, her hands moving down her body.

“Let's see what you've got golden boy,”

He almost went to her again when she threw a curve ball at him, her hands tossing her shirt and holy hell. Talk about breathtaking, talk about something that shouldn’t be damn real. This was almost too much, and that voice spoke up in his head about something that had to do with being a gentleman. But as her leg shift against him, her thigh pulling up to his hip which made he sink closer into her. Probably giving her too much of an idea about what was going on with him. But a soft groan came out instead of anything else.

And then her mouth was back to his, and this time she took control, dominating the kiss even though he was in the position of power. Her tongue was like velvet in his mouth and he wanted more of it. More of her. More of this. Her hands were small but firm against his chest and he hummed his approval as a hand of his slipped up her side. He wanted to push on but he hesitated. She deserved better than this. No matter how much she yelled at him and complained, she didn’t deserve to be taken down on the floor inside a pharmacy.

He wished he lived closer, that he could just put this on pause and bring her back to his place. Or hell, if her place was closer than hers. But with an angle of her neck, offering it up to him, he was sucked back into her gravitational pull. He happily complied with what she clearly wanted, his lips kissing and sucking at her skin. His hips did an uncontrollable roll as the button popped open and he leaned back, taking a deep breath as he looked down at her. God damn him, but he was going to stop what was about to happen. Especially as his name, for the first time since he told her, left her lips.

“Will…”

He leaned back a bit, so he was holding himself above her, as his eyes ran down her figured again. A quiet cuss word left his lips and he hoped she knew it was in an adoring way. Because she should not be possible. Screw Grant, screw the patrol coming back. He would talk his way out of it, he thought to himself. He wanted her in a bed (really his but that seemed so far) and comfortable under him. “Let’s get out o-” and that’s when he felt like he got kicked straight in the back of the head. A woman’s yelp coming from behind him as the door swung open.

“Excuse me!”

He closed his eyes, clearly distraught by the fact that now he had to reign himself back in. That he was going to have to roll off of her and leave her soft touches and sighs. He reached out and grabbed the closest piece of clothing, which happened to be his uniform top and after letting his eyes trace her body once more, he regretfully covered her with his shirt. He was sure there was a frown on his kiss swollen lips. His shoulders still blocked the door which he was silently grateful for. His black under tank showed off his arms as he pushed himself off of her and without turning to the older woman, he did a quick re-arranging of himself and buttoned his pants. No need to give her a damn heart attack about what was going on downstairs for him.

He heard boots a second later as the door opened and there was one of the three scrooges that had left them to finish patrol. “Sir, rounds are done and -” the voice trailed off as William shot a look over his shoulder, his blue eyes narrow and showing off nothing. “Get back to the vehicle. I am wrapping up here.” His voice was even, despite the fact that his breathing was still labored as he offered a hand to the brunette below him. The scrooge retreated without lingering, knowing that McCabe would be good for running them into the ground if they didn’t listen. He turned his body towards the older woman, “Ma’am, I owe you for some supplies, and I can help clean up the glass that someone fell into,” He shot ‘Rebecca’ a small smirk before he continued on. He wasn’t going to comment on the position that they were found in. Nope.