Author’s Note: This story was done as a reward for participation in a group activity on our list. Everyone who participated was rewarded with a kiss fic in their name, with the Mag 7 character of his or her choice. The person who is the object of this fic has given her permission for the fic to be posted on an open site. This one was written for Lady Viper. Thanks, for allowing me to post it, LV.
Disclaimer: I do not own them. They are the property of MGM, Mirisch, and Trilogy Entertainment; however, if they ever come up for sale, I will be in the front row at the auction.
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Buck Wilmington stood up from his desk and stretched until he heard a satisfying pop in his back. He let out a sigh as he worked the kinks out of his back from sitting hunched over his computer keyboard for most of the morning. "I need to move around a little bit before I take root to that chair. Think I'll grab some coffee. Ya want anything, Kid?"JD glared at his best friend. "Buck…"
Wilmington held up a hand to stop what he knew was coming. "I know…. I know… ya ain't a kid, but do ya want anything?"
"Yeah, would you bring me a Snicker bar? I'm getting' kind of hungry, and it looks like lunch is going to be late today." The younger man fished into his pocket for some change.
"I'll be back in a few minutes. Think ya can manage not to starve before I get back?" Buck teased.
JD rubbed his stomach and shook his head. "Don't know if I can hold out very long, Buck. It's been so long since I had anything to eat."
The lady's man snorted and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, it's been all of about three hours since ya had a pile of toast and a bowl of cereal to make Jethro proud." He grinned and gave the kid a wink as he headed out the door and down the hall to the break room.
Buck grabbed a cup and when he started to pick up the coffeepot he discovered that it was empty. Well, it was not quite empty, because someone had considerately left about a quarter of a cup in the pot that had turned to sludge as it sat on the heat. "Damn," he muttered under his breath.
Wilmington paced the room while he waited for the coffee to brew. He hated it when someone left the pot empty, but this time it gave him an excuse to stay away from the computer a few extra minutes. He got JD's Snicker bar from the vending machine and laid it with his cup.
The sound of someone else coming into the room got Buck's attention and he glanced toward the door. One of the undercover cops from vice stepped into the room and paused when she saw Wilmington standing there. She glanced away nervously and fiddled with the coffee mug in her hands. She shot a quick look toward the pot and upon seeing that it was nearly ready she sat the cup on the corner of the break table and wandered over to study the papers posted on the bulletin board.
Buck hung his head and swallowed the lump that had found its way into his throat. He had known he would have to face her, but he had hoped it wouldn't be here. He had watched and admired her for so long, and he had wanted her… hell he still wanted her more than any woman he could remember. He had turned on the charm, but she had spurned his advances, that is, until a couple nights ago.
He let his mind drift back and he remembered running into her at Inez's. She had drank a little more than usual that night. Oh, she wasn't drunk, but she had had enough to loosen her up a bit and he had grabbed the opportunity. The night had ended up with them tumbling into her bed in a frenzy of need and desire. The next day had be very awkward for both of them. As much as he wanted her, he regretted taking advantage of her moment of weakness. He wanted her in his arms and his bed because she wanted to be there, not because she had gotten a little tipsy and had given in to him.
But, even as he thought these things his body was responding to her presence. No amount of thinking and reasoning would change the strength of the attraction he felt for her. His mind barely registered the radio as it played in the background, but he had to smile when he realized what was playing.
I been thinkin' 'bout our love situation
All this attraction in the present tense
I've reached the only logical conclusion
Love ain't supposed to make sense
This ain't no thinkin' thing right brain left brain
It goes a little deeper than that
It's a chemical physical emotional devotion
Passion that we can't hold back
There's nothin' that we need to analyze
There ain't no rhyme or reason why
'Cause this ain't this ain't no thinkin' thingBuck went to stand behind her as she pretended to read the posted notices. Gently he placed his hands on her waist and leaned closer. He spoke softly so only she would hear his words. "Vickie, we need to talk."
His hands felt so good resting on her waist, but she knew that it was all part of the game for him. In a voice barely above a whisper she responded. "I don't think we have anything to talk about. It won't change anything?"
Forget mathematical equations
Self help psychology
Gray matter don't matter much darlin'
When it's gettin' down to you and meThis ain't no thinkin' thing right brain left brain
It goes a little deeper than that
t's a chemical physical emotional devotion
Passion that we can't hold back
There's nothin' that we need to analyze
There ain't no rhyme or reason why
'Cause this ain't this ain't no thinkin' thing"We do need to talk about the other night," he persisted.
She shook her head and started to move away, but his hands held her in place." I didn't want to be another notch on your bed post, Buck."
The lady's man closed his eyes and mentally kicked himself for making her feel that way. It had been anything but that to him. He slid his arms around her and pulled her back against him. "You could never be that, Darlin'." He pulled her even closer as he spoke. The only place you've placed a notch is on my heart."
Vickie turned in his arms to face him. She searched his face for any signs of mocking or deceit. When all she saw was sincerity she let out the breath she had not realized she had been holding. "You mean that?"
"Yes, Darlin', I mean it, and I mean this too." He bent his head to press his lips to hers. The kiss began as a simple caress, but it spiraled upwards as their bodies responded to the sensations it created. They could not seem to get close enough to each other as her lips parted to allow him access to the warm, intoxicating depths of her mouth. The kiss continued to deepen as their hands clutched each other as if they were afraid to let go. There was no thought; there was only feeling, as they kissed and the radio played on.
There's nothing that we need to analyze
There ain't no rhyme or reason why
'Cause this ain't, this ain't, no thinkin' thing
This ain't, no this ain't no thinkin' thing
This ain't no thinkin' thing girl
no this ain't no thinkin' thing
This ain't, no this ain't no thinkin' thing girl
This ain't no thinkin' thing baby
finis
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