#deathspeaking

❝  remember  you  offered  to  make  me  dinner  some  time?  i'm...  free  tonight.  better  yet,  i  could  take  you  out  somewhere  nice.  what  do  you  say?  ❞

❝    uh,  sorry.    ❞    she  runs  her  hands  through  her  face,  letting  out  a  breath.    ❝    y-yeah,  i'm  just  fine.    ❞

AND  SO  THE  COUNTDOWN  BEGINS.  the  seconds  on  the  clock  tick  by  and  not  a  single  one  of  them  are  lost  on  her!  she  figures  she’s  got  about  half  an  hour  before  she  can  dip  out  safely   ...   maybe  fifteen  minutes  if  no  one’s  looking.  she’s  got  a  pretty  straight  shot  to  the  door  from  the  corner  she’s  resigned  herself  to.  god,  she  fucking  hates  work  events.  as  if  they  all  don’t  spend  enough  time  tramping  all  over  each  other’s  nerves,  now  they  get  to  dial  it  up  to  eleven  by  adding  alcohol  into  the  mess.  but  the  chief  insists   ...   every  year  ...  and  so  here  they  are.  some  more  willingly  than  others.  cue  a  long  swig  of  beer.  ❝   yeah,  you’re  in  a  room  full  of  people  who  work  sixty  hours  a  week.    trust  me  ---  no  one  here  is  stellar  at  them.   ❞

           LETTING OUT a small groan, Jane shook her head “No no more. I can’t do anymore.” She gasped as the detective came to a stop, raising her arms above her head to take in a deep breath. She only just realized the reasoning behind her distaste for going jogging with the blonde. She just couldn’t get a breather. Sure when it came to chasing after a suspect, she wouldn’t stop until she got the suspect but this.. this was different. Looking towards the other, Jane shook her head “Nope, no more running. I need that coffee that you bribed me with to get me to actually go jogging WITH YOU.”

❝    it  is  definitely  a  promise.    ❞    she  shrugs,  eyes  glued  to  maura's  before  she  continues.    ❝    was  thinking  that  we  could  maybe...  continue  what  we  started  that  day,  on  a  much  better  note.  ❞

❝ i'm... glad to know.  ❞

pepper  KNOWS  its  coming.    she  couldn't  even  pinpoint  how  long  she  had  waited  for  this,  so  she  started  paying  attention  to  the  little  details.    when  the  laughs  cease  and  they're  both  staring  at  each  other  with  pure  adoration,  she  grins  knowingly.      perhaps  the  kiss  on  the  corner  of  her  mouth  that  maura  leaves  is  a  small  gesture  to  know  if  it's  okay  and  hell,  it  certainly  is.    pepper's  fingers  are  gentle  when  she  pulls  a  strand  of  maura's  hair  behind  her  ear,  her  head  moves  slightly  so  she  can  kiss  the  other  properly.    she  can  taste  the  mixture  of  her  lipgloss  and  the  wine,  and  soon  she  lets  her  hand  slide  to  the  back  of  maura's  neck,  wanting  to  taste  more  of  her  as  she  deepens  the  kiss.

𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁,    𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀    𝗂𝗌    𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀.    something    is    always    bothering    you    lately.    your    short    fuse    has    gotten    even    shorter    now,    with    natasha    being    gone    and    having    the    man    who    should    have    died    instead    of    your    sister.    the    world    has    changed    so    much.    the    way    that    everything    has    shifted,    the    way    your    world    has    crumbled.    melina    had    her    own    issues    with    the    whole    thing,    and    so    did    alexei,    and    had    decided    to    just    stop    coming    here.    they    are    focusing    on    the    work    before    the    blip.    on    freeing    the    widows,    on    making    sure    they    have    a    halfway    home    to    be    reintroduced    into    society    as    normal    human    beings.    so,    you    are    alone    here,    with    maura,    and    clint    and    you    want    to    punch    someone    all    the    time.    but    that    doesn’t    matter.    you    know    that    you    are    supposed    to    try    and    be    supportive,    to    make    sure    that    you    are    reintroduced    into    society    yourself.    you    shake    your    head,    and    take    a    deep    breath    and    taking    a    step    back.    you    can    put    clint    out    of    your    eyesight    and    the    second    you    do,    you    can    feel    yourself    breathing    a    little    easier.    ❝    he    bothers    me.    he    really    fucking    bothers    me.    and    if    i    keep    seeing    him,    i    might    just    punch    him    until    i    feel    comfortable    again.    so,    he    gets    out    of    here,    or    i    get    out    of    here,    and    that’s    final.    ❞