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Your little night activities are the first thing you remember when you wake. You notice that you’ve changed into a loose shirt and you realize that after that situation, he’d helped you into bed. You’d already been pretty drowsy due to the alcohol and clearly he’d made sure you were tucked in before he left. You groan, covering your face.
You’re embarrassed.
Somehow you manage to get out of bed and take a shower.
Hopefully work will keep you distracted.
You go through your morning routine and when you step into the office, Foggy is the first to greet you.
“Geez you’re alive! Thank goodness. I thought you fell in a man hole or something.”
Your brows furrow and you pat your pants the sudden realization that you hadn’t checked your phone this morning.
“Sorry. Last night was a lot.” You mutter distractedly. You take a seat, both hands just messing with your cane. Foggy just stands there, waiting.
“So…are you gonna tell me how the date went?”
Just replaying the events makes you flushed. Foggy just watches you for a second before he grabs a chair and slides it right next to you.
“Alright spill, it couldn’t have been that bad. You’ve been crazy about this FBI dude for months now.”
You run a hand through your hair. You’re a bit relieved that Karen hasn’t arrived yet. To be honest, you’ve always had an easier time talking to Foggy with just about anything. He’s not going to let this go and you sort of need to let someone know. Why not your best friend?
“Last night was actually pretty..well it was great. We had dinner and he walked me home.”
“Is that all?”
You blush.
“Foggy you know about the..well, my thing..”
You make a getsure and he nods in acknowledgement.
“Yeah. What about it?”
You lean in a bit closer.
“We didn’t even go all the way. All he did was touch me and I..well I was screaming.”
Just expressing this makes you want to melt into a puddle.
“Wait, wait , wait wait, you mean you-”
“Yes.”
“Wow.”
Foggy looks impressed.
“Got to hand it to him, he’s good. Just his hand, are you sure?”
“I’m pretty sure I would know.”
“Damn. I know you’re sensitive but usually it takes a bit more for you to get all horny.”
“Could you not say that so loudly!”
“Dude, there’s no one here but us, I got you.”
You just let out a sigh.
He’s pretty shameless.
By some miracle you go about your day without crashing into anything due to your daydreams. Jubal has also left a message for you to stop by after work and you can’t seem to stop buzzing. By the time you make it home you jump into the shower and stay there for a bit longer than planned. Maybe you hope it’ll wash the nerves away.
You’ve managed to make dinner and listen to some notes on your case when you hear the doorbell. Your heart skips, and when you move to the door, you can feel your skin get warmer. You open the door.
Jubal watches you with a smile.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
You respond shyly.
You step aside to let him in, closing the door when he’s inside. You were certain you’d at least be able to keep your composure when he was here, but his aftershave makes you a bit light headed. Sometimes your enhanced senses drive you a bit crazy.
He takes a step forward, and you anticipate each one. When he’s much closer, he reaches out, gently taking your hand. You interlock your fingers and he takes the last step, slowly guiding you into a kiss. This one is slower than last night, more calculated.
His lips part and join with a sense of precision and an equal amount of passion. Your legs tremble, and your hand reaches for him, flattening against his shirt. It slowly moves around, sliding over his back as you pull him closer. You’re matching each careful kiss, and he smiles at the soft moans you begin to release.
You’re the one who pulls back, just enough to get a breath. You huff, and he’s still wearing a smile as your breaths mingle. Your eyes are closed, and he presses a kiss to your cheek.
“How about dinner tomorrow night?” He whispers.
You swallow, nodding eagerly.
“I’d love that.”