Home. It was a word that Jorge was only too glad to hear after days like this. As soon as the drive was over, there was an immediate sense of release as he gazed up at the bad edifice of his apartment complex. He really was looking forward to just stepping back into his own world, his own place where he knew where everything was, what exactly waited for him, and who exactly would be there. It was the familiar that helped after a situation like this and he was all too happy to have it.

Once back inside his apartment with Gemma, he quickly said his hellos to his now worried Lizzie, who smelled the blood in the air and followed him like a concerned friend should. When he reappeared from his bedroom, he passed a pair of pants and a shirt to Gemma so she could get out of the bloodstained clothes, after of course she showered to wash the experience off. There was no need to have that clinging to someone for any longer than it should. It was once she disappeared back into his bathroom that he turned his attention back to Lizzie.

The white, English bulldog sat defiantly in front of him, face held up and tongue out as she sniffed the air and whined nervously. He smiled as he knelt down and scratched her gently between her ears.

“I’m okay baby, I promise,” he replied warmly and scratched under her chin.

After his forced attention on Lizzie to prove that he was indeed okay, Jorge was finally permitted to leave when Lizzie yawned wide and wander off to find her doggy bed. He smirked as he watch her go and finally went back into his room. He found another pair of sweats and a t-shirt and pulled off his grimy, once nice shirt and pants. He would definitely have to buy new ones.

The detective sighed heavily, trying to shake off the evening as he slipped on his dark blue sweats and a hoodie that said simply said NYPD across the chest. As he wandered into the kitchen to put a pot of water on for tea, his stomach rumbled. He realized just how hungry he was. He was sure that Gemma must be going through the same thing. So as he boiled the water, Jorge made two very quick, very simple sandwiches and placed them on plates.

A few brief seconds after he started to seep the tea and laid the sandwiches on his coffee table, he looked up from his seat and found Gemma looking just a little comical in his oversized clothing.

>> "Sorry for taking so long…So, do I look presentable now for my students?"

He had to smirk, though it still hurt his jaw a little to do it. “I think you show up in that they’ll think a scandal is going on.” He smirked as he waved over the impromptu spread of tea and sandwiches he had laid out. “It’s not a lot, but I figured we needed to eat something. If you are hungry that is. No pressure.” he smiled a bit and warmth returned to his voice. He was glad to at least have some of that back now that the ordeal was being pushed further away by the minute, only to be replaced by Gemma beautiful visage.

>>“I think you show up in that they’ll think a scandal is going on.”

Gemma smirked as she walked over to the table and sat down. „Well, there is a scandal going on.” She chuckled; she felt infinitely better now that she’d washed away the blood „Their guidance counselor just shot someone. And she’s wearing a cop’s spare clothes.” She smirked, wrapping her fingers around a mug of tea „Some role model I am.”

>>“It’s not a lot, but I figured we needed to eat something. If you are hungry that is. No pressure.”

„I could eat” she nodded, helping herself to a sandwich „We kinda… didn’t stick around for dinner. Too bad, I bet it would have been delicious.” She added, looking up at him. She hoped he didn’t feel too bad the date didn’t end all that well. They’d agreed not to blame themselves for that; still, she really wanted to make Jorge feel better.

She finished her sandwich before she knew it; she really was hungry. Now that she was warm, clean, comfortable and her stomach was not growling anymore, her mood started to improve too. Sipping her tea, she watched him; his face was covered in bruises of various colors, and judging from her experience, it was about to get much worse by the morning.

„That was some punch you got” she muttered, reaching out „I could take you to DocProf. He’s the healer at the school. Sometimes I wonder how he keeps up with all the injuries that occur on an average day…” she chuckled „And it’s not always the kids.”

>> “I could eat…We kinda… didn’t stick around for dinner. Too bad, I bet it would have been delicious.”

“Yeah, that’s what I heard. Didn’t think the entertainment would be that lousy though,” he muttered with a small grin. It was a poor attempt at a joke, but one that he felt was sorely needed for time.

The sandwiches had to be the best ones he, or anyone else, had ever prepared in the history of mankind! That or he was simply hungry. Before he knew it, both he and Gemma had finished their “exquisite dining” and they sat quietly, sipping the tea he had prepared as well. The warm liquid was soothing on the sore side of his face with each sip he took. Mittens really had backhanded him pretty well and it was evident by the bruise he was developing. His mouth had hurt while eating his sandwich, but thankfully the warm tea offered him so relief. He would definitely have to take some asprin before the night was out.

>> ”That was some punch you got…I could take you to DocProf. He’s the healer at the school. Sometimes I wonder how he keeps up with all the injuries that occur on an average day…and it’s not always the kids.”

“Thanks, it doesn’t hurt so much anym-“ he winced before he could finish his sentence. Gemma had grazed his bruise a little but just as quickly as the pain came, it subsided. He was lucky to have a jaw right now and he was trying to play off the Mr. Tough guy gig? He shook his head before he nodded to her. “Well, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. Besides, I’d hate to walk into the precinct and have everyone thing that you did this to me,” he smirked as he pointed at the bruise.

He chuckled slightly at the thought but one look at Gemma and he knew that she could probably deliver a strong enough wallop if she wanted to. She was definitely not a force to be reckoned with. He knew that much already, especially considering what happened to Mittens. Though part of him was pleased that man suffered that much for hurting her.

Another careful sip of his tea and once more looked at Gemma. She really was quite the woman. She went through hell in a hand basket this night and still she could sit there and deliver a small joke or two, followed by the most caring look he’s seen in a woman’s eyes previous. He was sure after tonight that that would be it. Most women would have walked out, asked to be taken home and never heard from again. That was the nature of the beast, of his job. It occasionally put you and the people you cared about into danger. And still….she didn’t skirt away. For that, he was grateful.

He smiled a crooked smile as he watched her. “You really are something, you know that? Not many people could walk away from an experience like this and still joke around.” He raised his mug to her with an impromptu toast. “To that, I salute you.”

>>“Thanks, it doesn’t hurt so much anym- Well, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. Besides, I’d hate to walk into the precinct and have everyone thing that you did this to me,”

Gemma smirked back at him. "Why? That would go well with the whole scandal thing." She pulled her hand back, afraid she'd hurt him more than he already hurt from the bruises. She'd never hit a man before... well, not any that she'd cared about. Then again, she'd never shot anyone either, before tonight. She doubted she could have made such a bruise with her bare hand, though.

>>“You really are something, you know that? Not many people could walk away from an experience like this and still joke around. To that, I salute you.”

Gemma smirked, and accepted the toast, sipping the last of her tea before she set the mug down on the table.

"I've seen worse." she shrugged. She'd definitely heard worse, and she shuddered as she remembered the stories some kids told her. Aura, for example. "I can't say I have done worse, but..." she smiled "That's no reason to walk out on you, you know."

She looked at him; he was right. They had been through a lot tonight. And now that she really thought about it, going back to her own room at the Mansion really seemed like a crappy idea.
Gemma sighed.

"With all that said, and at the risk of sounding like some awful romance novel... would you mind if I stayed here tonight?..."

>> "With all that said, and at the risk of sounding like some awful romance novel... would you mind if I stayed here tonight?..."

The words rebounded in his head for a second before he could finally speak. The truth was that the two of them really had been through hell. Their date was ruined, her dress was a disaster, it was late and now that there had been sufficient time between their experience to rest, Jorge felt a little weary. Though he knew she was probably just as safe, if not safer at the mansion (it was a school after all), after Mitten’s nearly throttled her, he would simply feel better not letting her out of his sight. At least for the night. At least until he could get to the precinct and make sure that Mittens was behind bars and would stay there.

He turned back to Gemma, gave her a warm smile and nodded.

“Of course,” he said as he took a sip of his tea. “You can take my bed, I can sleep out here in the living room” he chuckled slightly, “I tend to sleep out here anyways. I guess I’ve read myself to sleep one too many times.”

When was the last time a woman had slept over at his place in any capacity? Jorge tired to think but he could not remember. He knew it had happened before, but times between these incidents were long and far between. As he glanced around his room he had to smirk slightly to himself. This place definitely looked like a bachelor’s place, with little to no feminine touches. Well…except for Lizzie who snored from her doggie bed in the hallway. He sighed as he glanced at his dog before he took a last drink of his tea.

“Uh, I guess it’s my turn to shower,” he said with a nod before he stood up. “Really don’t want anything to remember that boat ride, especially not the smell.”

As he passed into the hall, he glanced into his bedroom and quickly ducked in. His bedroom was just as plain as his living room with a wooden dresser, a closet, a full sized bed and, you guessed it, another bookshelf. The dark sea green sheets were still all askew from his waking up this morning. If Gemma were going to sleep there, he really did not want to pass him off as a completely slob. So quickly he made the bed and picked up any spare clothes he had laying around and tossed them into a hamper. He then grabbed a towel from a drawer and headed back out into the hall. He stepped over the snoring, sleeping form of Lizzie and stood watching Gema briefly.

“Um, I’ll be right out, just, make yourself at home.” he said a little awkwardly, but instead of dwelling on it, he shook his head at himself and moved into the bathroom.

>>“Of course. You can take my bed, I can sleep out here in the living room. I tend to sleep out here anyways. I guess I’ve read myself to sleep one too many times.”

Gemma smirked. Always the perfect gentleman. She could have listed dozens of men who would have reacted to her qestion in a very different way. He didn't.
She didn't comment of his offer. She smiled as the image of him falling asleep with a book, on the couch; that had happened to her too a lot, after the kids moved out. Some books just had that effect.

>>“Uh, I guess it’s my turn to shower. Really don’t want anything to remember that boat ride, especially not the smell. Um, I’ll be right out, just, make yourself at home.”

Gemma chuckled to herself as she walked into the bedroom; Jorge must have broken the world record of cleaning up a room in under ten seconds. She didn't mind; his apartment in general was much cleaner than many places she'd seen. She was much too tired to care anyway.

She sat on the edge of the bed; it was comfortable, and it smelled like him. Running her fingers through her hair, she could see how she'd hate herself in the morning for not straightening it while she had the chance. Again. Too tired. She sat back on the bed; she'd half expected it to be a water bed, and then she realized it was just silly, thinking something like that, and she chuckled again. She really was out of it. No wonder, after what she'd been through.

Ending up in a guy's bed on a second date. Not really decent for a respected guidance counselor slash mother of two.
Well, damn.

"Jorge" she said, when he finally emerged from the bathroom; she was still sitting on the edge of the bed, hands wrinkling the oversized T-shirt "We can share the bed."

The bathroom steamed up with the heat from the shower water that Jorge stood under and let batter his tensed form. The events of the evening were coming down hard on him now. Enough time had passed, enough unwinding had been done so that now, as his body was on the verge of relaxing, his muscles tensed and his limbs locked up. The whole situation with Mittens had been pretty rough him. He had hoped for a relaxing night with a woman he started to care about, but instead dinner had to be ruined by a vengeance crazed mutant. And not to think of just himself, but what about Gemma? What about what she had to go through?

He sighed as he turned the water a little hotter and tried his best to practically boil the day off his skin. He turned around and let the water pulse against the top of his head and pour down the features of his face. There would be no blaming themselves for tonight. They had promised that to each other, but it did not mean he still did not feel bad for what she had to go through. She shot a man! She was lucky she did not kill him. Not that Jorge cared if Mitten’s lived or died by this point only that taking a life was hard, especially if it is not something you’re prepared for.

But he could see strength in Gemma. He didn’t expect her to go running around shooting everyone now, but he had a feeling she would be okay. So long no more crazed mutants try to hijack romantic boat rides.

“For god’s sake, it was like being in ‘Speed 2’,” he said with a sigh and a chuckle. The experience was over. It was time to move on.

The water steamed and pelted his skin for a bit longer before he finally scoured the last of the day off his body. He was already starting to feel a little better. A quick towel dry and a change into his blue and green checkered pajama pants and a loose AC/DC Tour t-shirt (which has seen better days), he exited the bathroom. The steam rolled out with him as he stepped into the hall and Lizzie did not bother to awaken at his presence. He chuckled as he shook his head, watching her sleep.

“Some guard dog you are.”

As he was about to move into the living room, he glanced into the see how Gemma was doing and saw that she sat at the edge of his bed.

>> "Jorge…We can share the bed."

He paused.

Two things. First of all there was a beautiful woman, sitting on his bed, already swimming in his large clothes. Second, she had just invited to share the bed with him. The gentleman part of him wanted to say no, but it might have been ruder to say that to her. Besides, it had been a long night and after that debacle, he really did doubt he could focus on reading. All he really wanted to do was close his eyes and try to will the morning to come so he could forget the event.

After a moment he simply asked, “Okay.” Jorge blinked and shook his head with a smirk. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so…yeah. Anyway, so long as you won’t be uncomfortable with having me sleep next to you.” he said.

>>“Okay... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so…yeah. Anyway, so long as you won’t be uncomfortable with having me sleep next to you.”

Gemma chuckled at his expression; he'd been caught off guard by her offer, she could see that much. All right, so mabe it was not the most decent of offers, and it might not have sounded completely innocent either. She could see how he was confused. Being exhausted did that to people. She doubted she looked any better right now.

Standing up and walking over to him, she pulled Jorge into a tight hug, and she just stood for long moments, burying her face into his shoulder. When she finally pulled back to look at him, she was smiling.

"You saved my life today, Jorge. I think you earned the right to sleep in your own bed."

The hug was warm and welcome. Normally after a hard day like this, Jorge did not know the caring arms of someone else. Such situations usually ended with him on the couch, drinking a beer and trying to forget the day. Even when he lived in Miami, he kept his work life separate from home. Whenever he saw his parents or his sister he never spoke a thing about his day. He knew this worried them but to him, it was always his cross to bear. After all it was his career choice.

This felt different though. Gemma had been through almost the exact same thing he did. So…it felt good to share that moment. Even it was something as simple as a hug or a smile.

>> "You saved my life today, Jorge. I think you earned the right to sleep in your own bed."

He could not fight logic like that. Besides if he continued to refuse that could irritate Gemma and after seeing her in action tonight, he doubted he could properly defend himself. Looking closely at her, he finally nodded with a smile.

“Well, I guess you do have a point there,” he said as he still had his arms partially wrapped around her from the hug. “As long as it won’t make you uncomfortable.” He smiled as he leaned in gave her a small kiss on her cheek.

He broke himself away from her for a moment so he could start the shutdown of his house. In the living room he flicked off lights, stepped over the laid out sleeping dog, and locked his door. Jorge stood for a moment there, hand on the doorknob as he made sure that it was locked. It was odd for him because normally such things are so autonomous that he never doubts he did it. But tonight was different. After everything with Mittens, and with Gemma here, he was going doing to take any second chances. Once he was sure that the door was locked and secured, he sighed as he walked over to the coffee table and snatched up his phone.

The ringing on the other end of the line was almost like a lullaby but one that did not last long. Before he knew it, someone else picked up on the other line.

“Yes, this is Dectective Cervantes and…No…No I’m fine. He didn’t hit me that hard…. Yeah…I know I looked bad. Listen, is he and his crew locked up? …uh-huh. Listen, he is not being transferred without my presence again, understand?” he sighed as he paced the room a bit, listening to the other person on the line offer excuses. “So after he escaped, no one bothered to tell me? I could have been killed tonight! I was with a civilian…in a large group of civilians and isolated. This could have turned out much worse…. Okay…. Alright keep security on him at all times. I’ll come in tomorrow with my statement. Okay… yeah… good night.”

He sighed as he hung up his phone and set it aside. He could throttle whoever had not informed him. That is not the way you run information. Still, he let the notion go and flicked off the last light in the living room. With expertise he navigated his way back towards the bedroom, around his coffee table and over the sleeping dog. Lizzie tended to sleep on more than just her doggie bed.

With that he stepped back into the bed room.

“I don’t know about you, but I think I look like I can sleep for a week.” he muttered as he walked back in.

>>“Well, I guess you do have a point there. As long as it won’t make you uncomfortable.”

Gemma smirked as he kissed her on the cheek; now look who was acting like a teenager. "I'm fine."

While Jorge turned off the lights and locked the door, she climbed under the covers. It was warm, and comfortable, and it instantly started to make her feel very, very sleepy. She could hear Jorge talking on the phone in the other room.

>>“So after he escaped, no one bothered to tell me? I could have been killed tonight! I was with a civilian…in a large group of civilians and isolated. This could have turned out much worse…. Okay…. Alright keep security on him at all times. I’ll come in tomorrow with my statement. Okay… yeah… good night.”

"Work work work" she muttered with a smile as he turned off the lights and she couldn't see anything anymore. She could hear him walking back towards the bedroom, the sound of his footsteps coming closer. She scooted to one side of the bed.

>>“I don’t know about you, but I think I look like I can sleep for a week.”

"Yeah" she agreed, and yawned into her own sentence "But if I can sleep one night without somebody crashing a window, or setting something on fire, that would work too." she muttered sleepily. She chuckled too; she hoped Jorge could tell from the sound where she was in the dark. "Sounds familiar, huh."

Once Jorge was in bed, Gemma found herself moving towards him; the heat raditing from his body and the sound of his breathing offered her much needed comfort. She ended up snuggling up to him, and in the dark, she didn't even feel ashamed.

In a few short minutes, she was fast asleep. She really was exhausted.

>> "Yeah….But if I can sleep one night without somebody crashing a window, or setting something on fire, that would work too….Sounds familiar, huh."

Jorge had to smirk as he stood in the doorway and flicked off the light.

“All too much. Good night, Gemma.” he said in more of whisper. She sounded like she was asleep already.

The room was dark but Jorge knew he way around pretty well. He could just make out the faint outlined shadow of his bed and the fact that there was indeed someone else in it. His steps were light as he walked in, moved over the carpet silently until he found the edge of his own bed. Gemma was curled up on the other so he pulled the blankets aside and slid in next to her. No sooner had he laid down and started to drift than he felt her snuggle up next to him.

Weariness covered his mind and he did not even bother to open his eyes. Instead the movements came automatic as he wrapped his free arm around her. It did feel comfortable. Like this was something he had done his whole life.

She felt warm against him and it was something much needed after a night like this: the feeling of another warm body, the rhythmic sound of breathing, and the gentle sounds that come with a satisfying sleep. It did not take long. With his arm wrapped around, Jorge had then leaned over and gave a small kiss on her forehead as he began to drift as well.

Dreams were funny things. They came at you in the worst of times, when you’re exhausted or need to get up early and fill your head with horrific visions or memories. At other times they could be the most calming of things and whisk you away to the most peaceful of places. Then there were times like tonight in which the dreamer is granted a pardon. Instead of nightmares about large hands or sweet dreams about happy days, Jorge Cervantes dreamt nothing. There was only the darkness for him, a sweet and relaxing darkness in which he felt the body of another lying close by. And despite the fact that it was not a happy dream…it certainly was a sweet sleep.

Gemma woke up to somebody licking her face.
See? That's what happens when you climb into a guy's bed on the second date. You wake up to all kinds of nasty surprises. Not that it feels all bad, it was just...

"Lizzie?..."

Pushing the little white dog out of the way, Gemma opened her eyes. She could see light outside; it was either very late in the morning, or noon already. She was lying in Jorge's bed; she could feel his breath against her shoulder, and an arm around her waist. She smiled. She nudged the dog farther away until she skidded off the bed with a disappointed whine, and went back to her doggy bed.

Gemma allowed herself the luxury of enjoying the moment. It had been a while since she'd waken up next to somebody else. It was a pleasant experience.
Turning around she looked at Jorge; his cheek took on new shades during the night, and looked like something DocProf would have a fit about. But all in all, he looked peaceful and fast asleep.

Some time later, Gemma walked out into the living room and looked at the clock; it said 12:43 pm. Jorge's cellphone was buzzing on the table; it said 14 missed calls. She walked on to the kitchen. Her brain said coffee.
Returning to the bedroom a few mintues later, Gemma placed two mugs of coffee and the cellphone on the bedside table, and climbed back into bed. Leaning over Jorge's sleeping form, she hesitated for a moment before kissed him softly on the cheek.

"Jorge?" she murmured "Jorge, you need to wake up and answer your phone, or we'll have a SWAT team kicking down your door thinking we've been kidnapped."

The night seemed to have lasted only second for the exhausted detective. Though his night was dreamless, there was still this cocoon of warm darkness that he embraced with his entirety. He did not want to run the risk shattering this shell of comfort so he dared not to acknowledge anything that may or not be from the outside world. This including the subtle shifts in weight from his partner in the bed, the addition of a four legged interloper and the finally the glare of the that vicious sun that dared to seep in through his windows.

But he was comfortable…and he dared not to move. Until he felt the shift in weight of Gemma as she climbed back into bed.

When did she get out? Did I drift off again? he thought. Then he felt that pair of softer than silk lips press against his cheek.

>> "Jorge? Jorge, you need to wake up and answer your phone, or we'll have a SWAT team kicking down your door thinking we've been kidnapped."

The smell of coffee assaulted his nose as he slowly began to stir. It was rare for him to not get up to the sound of an alarm, but then again, he did not set one last night. He feared waking up Gemma after the night they had on the boat. Sleep was the best medicine for them both at the time. But now, the invasive smell of coffee, the glare of the sunlight through his eyelids and the sound of Gemma’s voice was enough to pull him from that sweet, warmth of sleep.

A wince and Jorge slowly awoke. He wanted to open his mouth to yawn, but even the thought of moving his jaw sent a stiffened pain throughout his body. His jaw must really look like hell now, bruised up from Mittens. But the detective managed to force himself to open his eyes and look up. There he found Gemma, wrapped in the morning (though looked more like noon) light. She simply radiated.

He tried to smile but this only offered another wince from him. Slowly he sat up and gently touched his jaw. “Wow, does it look as bad as I think it does?” The smell of the coffee hit him again and he smiled over at Gemma who sat next to him in his bed. “How’d you sleep? I hope I didn’t toss and turn too much around in my sleep…” he paused as he finally glanced at the coffee on the table. “You made the coffee? I knew I liked you for a reason.” He joked, then leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Jorge smirked as he sat back in bed and grabbed the coffee, offering the other to her so they could drink it together. He had heard her statement about his phone, but really did not want to deal with it just yet. Instead he wanted to at least have some peace in the morning before it became hectic with overdo police work that was sure to chase him from last night. The coffee was delicious, especially as he felt the warmth roll down his throat and start to awaken his still half-asleep brain. He was quiet for a moment as he sipped the coffee and finally set it back on the table to grab his phone to check the messages.

“Whoa, fourteen?” a mild concern set over his mind as he figured that maybe it had something to do with Mittens escaping again or something. He flipped open his phone and returned the call to the precinct. “I’m sorry Gemma. You’re right. I need to call them back before they break down my door. Please excuse me?” he smiled as he leaned in and kissed her real quick before he stood up from bed and paced out into the hall, phone to his ear.

His voice could be heard in the hallway as he spoke.

“Yes this is Detective Cervantes. No sir, I’m fine, I overslept. After that incident last night…” he voice went in and out of hearing as he spoke. “Sir…I know…uh-huh. Yes I know I shouldn’t leave before questioning and statements are finished. Yes sir…no sir, she is a friend of mine….yes she was involved but I don’t think it’s necessary…yeah…No…I understand that it is procedure. Yes sir…before the day is out…”

He sighed as he walked back into the room.

“Well it’s always fun to get chewed out first thing in the morning,” he smirked a bit in good nature and climbed back into bed with Gemma. “Sorry but they’re going to need you to come in today and give your statement. We need to get the ball rolling on Mittens, but we need everyone’s statement ASAP.” A gentle squeeze on her arm and he nodded to her. “But I think they can wait until I at least cook you breakfast.”

Gemma watched with a smile as he stirred and woke up. She could see from his movements how his bruises hurt. It must have been similar to the pain she felt in the back of her head. She'd need something for the headache that was bound to follow.

>>“Wow, does it look as bad as I think it does?”

"It looks worse."

>>“How’d you sleep? I hope I didn’t toss and turn too much around in my sleep… You made the coffee? I knew I liked you for a reason.”

"That's good to know. I was wondering." she chuckled as he kissed her cheek "And no, you didn't move all that much." Except for occasionally pulling her closer, that is.

They drank the coffee in peace before he decided to check his cellphone. Gemma briefly wondered what the police report would be if a team did kick down the door and found them like this. Scandal, he said. Gemma smirked.

>>“Whoa, fourteen? I’m sorry Gemma. You’re right. I need to call them back before they break down my door. Please excuse me?”

"Sure" she smiled, accepting the kiss, and returned to sipping her coffee while Jorge paced up and down, talking to his boss. It sounded like he should have answered those calls sooner. Also, it sounded like it had something to do with the fact that he left the scene with a woman the night before.

>>“Well it’s always fun to get chewed out first thing in the morning. Sorry but they’re going to need you to come in today and give your statement. We need to get the ball rolling on Mittens, but we need everyone’s statement ASAP. But I think they can wait until I at least cook you breakfast.”

"I think it can wait longer than that." she smirked, setting down the empty mug on the table. Leaning over, she kissed him, this time longer than before, and then she pulled back with a smile, slightly out of breath "We'll need to stop by at the school and get me some clothes. And get you healed."
Well, that was just cruel.

>> “I think it can wait longer than that…”

Cruelty, indeed that is what it had been, but it was one that Jorge was only too happy to accept. He grinned as he was pulled into the kiss, one longer than either of them had shared before. He found his hands had involuntarily moved to her hips, but stayed respectful. Then, just as quickly as their lips had pressed together they were apart once again. Gemma had moved back and he could see the mischief that played behind her eyes. Jorge could give a smart, mock irritated look of a child who had had his favorite treat taken away.

>> "I think it can wait longer than that…We'll need to stop by at the school and get me some clothes. And get you healed."

Jorge, caught in paralysis that comes from a surprise at the sudden change in course, could only look at Gemma with a smirk. So that was the way she wanted to play things huh? He had to admit that it had been a long time since he had been with anyone with any real romantic tendencies, much less anyone who could be this much fun. Then again, maybe the detective just lacked the chances to have fun in his life up until now. Yet, even though it had been awhile…Jorge still knew how to play along.

“Well,” he cleared his throat a bit. “I guess that would be the appropriate thing. After all, you can’t go around wearing my clothes all day.” He smirked as he leaned in dangerously close and kissed her cheek, softly, moving around to kiss her lips again. “I mean, jeez, people might think you actually like me or something.”

He winked as he kissed her once more, wrapped in the blankets of this warm bed, with light filtering in through his windows. The scene almost had a magical quality to it as he pressed close, warm breath on her skin as very gently kissed her, their room filled with light. But just as he did this, with fingers throw her dark hair, he paused, gave her a quick peck on the corner of her lips and pulled back as well.

“I think this morning calls for pancakes,” he said in a matter-of-fact way. “What say you?” he grinned as he started to climb out of bed. Now he would have to deliver on his promise that he actually knew how to cook. It was going to be a long day of things to do, including going with Gemma to the mansion and having to face looks as to why she was wearing cop clothes and he was bruised up. Ah the fun times to be had.