001 [warning: sexytimes]

[seeagreatergood]

Happy Hour at Allen's is, as usual, loud with competing voices and scents, all of which are less important to Auggie than Annie and Jai's laughter and the second beer in front of him.

Well. Almost all. Occasionally Auggie cocks his head at the sound of heels or the floral scent of shampoo and listens to Jai and Annie's reactions. Jai has one chuckle for redheads and another for brunettes, while Annie has a groan for blondes that Auggie is told is rather hypocritical of her.

"Did the last three girls all have tequila, or was it just one carrying enough shots for her whole party?" he wonders.

"The last four," Jai corrects, audibly smirking. "Your nose must be getting tired."

"I don't get it. Cinco de Mayo is tomorrow -- you'd think people could hold off on the faux-Mexican debauchery until Saturday."

He hears Annie sit bolt upright.

"Oh crap, it's Friday, I have a thing with my--"

"Sister," Auggie and Jai chorus with her. Auggie grins, in spite of the dirty look he's sure she's giving him, and adds, "Jai, you owe me ten bucks."

Jai sighs and digs in his pockets. "Which ought to just about cover your cab ride." He slaps the money onto the table at Auggie's ten o'clock. "Annie, I'll walk you to your car, I'm headed that way."

"Now there's a Pyrrhic victory," Auggie says, with a sigh of his own. "Annie, did he really give me a ten?"

"Yes!" Annie says, laughing, and squeezes his shoulder as she stands. "You're so paranoid."

"I'm wounded that you don't trust me," Jai agrees, also standing.

"You'll heal, I'm sure. Have a good weekend, you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Same to you, Auggie," Jai says, with an eyeroll crystal-clear in his voice.

"That'll be a boring weekend, then," Auggie calls after Jai's cologne and Annie's heels, then turns back to his beer. Now where is he going to find a ride with all these tequila-soaked early birds?

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"Hell, no. And I promised to cook you breakfast in the morning."

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"In that case," yawn, "goodnight."

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"Are the lights off?"

They ought to be -- the timer for the bedroom should have turned them off before they even came in -- but it doesn't hurt to check.

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"Yep," she confirms. James has good night vision, and the window is open; she hardly thought about it.

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"Good."

In that case, he can climb in next to her and pull the covers over both of them.

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Given all the great sex they just had, she is happy to snuggle up to his side and close her eyes.

(A part of her is idly calculating the odds that he'll try something in the night, because trust is for those who can afford it, but it's a very small part.)

[seeagreatergood]

(A similar calculation might be going on in his head. Regardless . . .)

After a few minutes, he's sleeping peacefully, his face buried in her hair.

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It takes her a little while longer to get to sleep, but she manages it eventually.

Now the question is, which of them wakes up first?

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At 8 AM, the phone rings.

So possibly both of them?

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Elizabeth's highly dignified response is to stick her head under a pillow. It's Auggie's phone; Auggie can deal.

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"WORK -- WORK -- WORK," announces the phone.

Auggie groans, kisses Elizabeth's shoulder because it's there, and leans over her to grab the phone.

"H'lo? ... What? Why? It's Saturday. ... Nngh. Yeah, okay. Gimme an hour. ... Of course it is. Thanks."

He hangs up and groans again. "Elizabeth? You up?"

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"No," says the pillow, firmly.

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He laughs and snuggles up to her, throwing an arm over her waist.

"I have to go in to work."

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"So I heard," she says, de-pillowing to give him a kiss. "Want a ride?"

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Mmmmkiss.

"Thanks, but they're sending a car. Rain check?"

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"You bet. What's your number? I'll call you sometime."

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Auggie rattles off his number. "That's the number here. I always forget to turn my cell on."

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"All right." She kisses him again. "So how much time exactly do we have before your ride shows?"

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". . . Enough time for a shower?"

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"Much as I'd love to keep you company, if I shower with you you'll probably run overtime and you won't end up very clean. And I'd hate to make you late for work." She kisses his nose.

[seeagreatergood]

You make Auggie very sad, Elizabeth. Look at how sad he is. How can you live with yourself?

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"...fine. Just tell them you were having fantastic sex with the queen of England and you lost track of time."

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Auggie cracks up.

"Probably a real good way to lose my job."

Having sex with the queen of England, that is. Unless he was running an op on her. But MI6 would object.

He kisses her. "If you want a shower, you can get first dibs and I'll make coffee. Deal?"

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"Deal. You're a sweetheart, Auggie."

She kisses him again and scoots away.

[seeagreatergood]

Grinning, he stretches and clambers out of bed. "Towels are in the closet on the right," he calls after her.

(It occurs to Auggie that it's been a while since he had fuzzies this warm about a hook-up. He'll have to get her number before she leaves.)

Within five minutes, the coffee is brewing, and Auggie is picking out an outfit for work. Which op could need all hands on deck right now?