Mike pulled into the driveway of the dark house. He turned off the engine and could hear the waves crashing onto the beach in the silence. He knew that the girls were both still asleep in the back of the car.
He did his best to get out of the front seat and shut the door without being loud, but when he pulled on the handle of the back door, Paige's head fell to the side, following the movement of the glass. Mike quickly put his hand out to catch her, but the sense of falling had woken her up. She seemed startled, so Mike leaned in and kissed her.
"I'm up. I'm up," she whined in a whisper. The kiss made her think of waking up in Mike's bed two mornings ago when he had used a similar tactic to lull her from sleep. "Are we back?" She blinked a few times to adjust.
"Let me take her," Mike said. He smiled when he saw that Jessie was still wrapped up in the men's FBI jacket. She was clutching the purple blanket in her sleep. Paige helped him rest the girl's head on his shoulder so that he could lift her out of the car. He flipped the blanket around her so that it covered her back.
Mike held her with one arm and reached his other hand out to Paige.
She climbed out and shut the door before letting her hand find his. She slowly moved the tops of her fingers down his palm and interlocked their hands together. He squeezed back before leading her up the stairs into Graceland.
The house was dark and eerily quiet.
Paige turned on a few lights so that they could see, never letting go of his hand.
"What's your plan?" Mike asked her. "I know you've had a-"
"We both had a bad day." She cut him off firmly. "You don't need to be gentle with me..."
Her tone of voice made his eyes light up.
"What about...?" He cocked his head to the side and looked down at Jessie. "We can't ethically put her to bed like this. She's covered in someone else's bl-"
She cut him off again. "I know. I want to keep her asleep though."
Mike smiled at her, thinking that she wanted to play.
Paige read his facial expression and immediately knew what was on his mind.
"Not that, Levi." She was shaking her head at him, but now she was smiling too. She lowered her voice a bit more. "I don't want her to see the blood." She pressed her hand up against the side of his chest.
"I'm shocked she's made it this long without waking up," he said.
"I don't think she's slept well in weeks," she whispered. "She finally heard someone tell her that Katia was safe. She thinks her father is locked away."
"You're right," Mike added. "This is probably the best sleep she's had..."
She softly kissed him before turning around and walking upstairs with her arm outstretched behind her, forcing him to follow.
Paige paused at the top of the steps and let go of his hand. "I'll meet you in the bathroom. Go fill the tub." Her tone was commanding him.
He glanced at her quizzically as she stepped away from them and walked into her own bedroom.
Mike looked down at Jessie and kissed the top of her head. "I will buy you all of the ice cream in the world if you don't wake up tonight." He whispered the words and quietly laughed to himself, shaking his head back and forth.
He walked into the bathroom and was grateful that the light was on a dimmer so that it wouldn't be too bright. He turned on the hot water to start the bath and slowly pulled the blanket off of Jessie, dropping it onto the counter next to the sink.
"Hey," Paige whispered, walking into the bathroom.
Mike turned around and felt a pull in his stomach. He was clearly not prepared for her reappearance.
Paige was wearing a string bikini. It was his favorite one. Granted, she didn't know it was his favorite one, well, at least he didn't think she knew.
Paige noticed that he was taken aback by her change of clothes. "Well, I'm not getting in the tub naked," she whispered harshly.
"I didn't... think you were?!"
"So you had a better plan? I don't want to drop her. I thought the plan was to keep her asleep?"
Mike smiled as he watched her cross the room over to him. "Let's get one thing straight," Mike whispered quickly. "I have no problems with you wearing a bathing suit. Ever. But you tricked me..."
She carefully took off Jessie's shoes and socks, placing them on the counter.
"I did no such thing, Michael Warren."
She shut off the water and got a new washcloth off of the shelf. She took out her hair-tie and remade the bun so that it was higher up on her head.
Mike had pulled Jessie away from his body enough so that he could unzip the FBI jacket. It fell off of her pretty easily and he winced at the sight of the girl's chest.
Paige was able to slide off the rest of Jessie's clothes; Mike was eager to pass the girl to Paige.
He followed her over to the tub, and once she sat in the bath, he knelt down and placed the girl in Paige's arms.
They both froze, their breath stopping, when Jessie started to whimper.
Paige sat the girl sideways in her lap and ran the warm washcloth over her chest to prevent her from shivering. She whispered to her and held her close, encouraging her to go back to sleep. Jessie never opened her eyes, and when they saw the girl relax again, they knew that they had been successful.
Mike handed her some body wash and walked over to the other side of the bathroom for a clean towel.
Paige was able to scrub the blood off faster than she had anticipated. She didn't bother washing the girl's hair, and she tried not to get her head wet. When she was satisfied that the girl was cleaned up, Paige used her free hand to rinse the soap off. She looked up at Mike, who had the towel open in his hands, ready to take Jessie back.
"We have to be quick," Paige said to him. "She's not going to like the cold."
He nodded, and as Paige lifted Jessie up out of the water, he grabbed her with the open towel. He wrapped it around her so that it covered her from her shoulders to her ankles and held her up against his chest. He couldn't help watching Paige as she stood up in the water.
"No towel for me?" She stepped out of the tub and tried to look disappointed.
"Oh, yeah, here," he started to move back over to the shelf, but she stopped him.
"I'm kidding, Mike," she said, walking over to get one for herself.
She wrapped the towel around her and tucked it into itself over her chest so that she would have two free hands. She took Jessie from him and let the little girl's head fall onto her shoulder.
"Do you think Briggs and Charlie will be back soon?" she asked him.
"I don't know," he whispered. "I'm thinking we have at least another hour or so."
"I like this quiet version of Graceland," she said smiling. "I'm going to change her and put her down upstairs. Is the watch still on the table?"
He nodded. "Yeah, turn it back on."
She grabbed the blanket and started walking out of the bathroom, but stopped when she heard him trying to get her attention.
"What?" she whispered.
"Uhh, your room or ...?"
She smirked at him. "I'll find you."
Paige carried Jessie up the stairs and laid her down on the full size bed, keeping her wrapped in the towel. She was somewhat proud of herself for being able to dress her without waking her up, a skill she didn't think she had inherited from her own mother.
Jessie whimpered a little when Paige positioned her under the covers, but Paige tucked the purple blanket in the girl's arms, and she stilled again.
Paige kissed her forehead and switched on the transmitter before leaving the bedroom. She left the door cracked open a little and made sure the hall light was on to act as a kind of nightlight.
She could feel her heartbeat quickening as she got to the bottom of the staircase. She heard the shower running and followed the sound.
The tables were turned. She was now the one staring at him through the wooden slats in the shower.
Paige was mesmerized, watching the water hit his shoulder blades, the drops tracing him as they moved rhythmically down the rest of his body.
She took off her towel and reached behind her to pull out the hair-tie, instinctively snapping it onto her wrist.
She walked over to the shower and stepped in behind him. She gently slid her hands over his hips and he jerked forward in a reflex.
"Found you," she said.
"I can see that..."
He turned around and reached his hands behind her neck, pulling at the strings of her bikini top. The fabric fell forward, revealing her to him. He quickly undid the back clasp and she caught the top in her hand. She helped him with the bottoms and placed the suit pieces on the side of the tub.
He put his hands under her elbows to stand her back up. "Turn around." He moved her so that she was facing away from him, the water from the shower bouncing off of her chest.
He put some shampoo into his palm and rubbed his hands together before gently kneading it into her scalp. "You scared me today, you know," he said softly into her ear. He moved his hands down, massaging the soap into her shoulders. She pushed herself back into his hands. He knew she was loving it.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"No." He kissed her neck. "You were amazing."
He continued to wash her back, bringing his fingers down and then sliding both of his hands forward around her ribcage to her stomach.
The smell of the shampoo complimented his scent and she allowed herself to rest her head back on his chest, letting the water fall down onto her face. She leaned up against him, forcing him take on some of her weight.
He quickly moved his hips back, embarrassed by his reaction to her presence, but she noticed his hesitance and reached her left hand behind his body, hooking it around his thigh to pull him forward and keep him still.
She tried to think of a witty comment, but decided against using words. She placed her right hand over his and slid his fingers down past her stomach, giving him permission.
He held her securely with his left arm wrapped around her ribs. After a few seconds, Paige let go of his leg and reached both of her hands up, latching her fingers together behind his neck to make herself more vulnerable.
She looked up at him and he let her pull his head down so that she could kiss him. Paige moaned as his hands moved methodically. She couldn't keep still and it made him flex his pelvis forward.
She could feel him more now against the small of her back. She pushed up onto her tiptoes to lead his right hand down even further. His fingers were making her unsteady; he could hear her gasping.
He pulled his left hand up further and grabbed onto her chest, holding her tightly up against him to keep her from falling. His right hand continued to tease her.
Without any warning, Paige decided that she had had enough and twisted around to face him in his embrace. She rested her forearms on his shoulders, kissing him fiercely in the process. Mike finally pulled his right hand up and grabbed under her arm. He took a step sideways so that his back was up against the wall, both of his hands now up under her shoulders.
"Ready?" he whispered through his quickened breath.
She nodded once and he swiftly lifted her up, using the wall as leverage so he wouldn't slip.
Paige wrapped her legs around his hips and closed her eyes as she lowered herself down onto him. His lips found hers once more and their breaths became heavy as they let the water crash around them.
Mike knew she was close when he felt her fingernails digging in between his shoulder blades. He quickened the movement of his hips to match her rhythm.
"I'm going to-" he stuttered.
"I know, Mike, but I'm on the-"
That's all he needed to hear. He stabilized himself a little more before flexing up hard. She held onto him tightly, feeling their coordinated energy and identical breaths.
Paige knew that Mike had only been holding her for a minute or so, but after their stressful and emotional roller coaster of a day, she was eager to remain safe in his embrace for as long as possible.
They could feel the water starting to cool. Mike kissed her again as she lifted up and dropped her legs to stand in front of him. He kept his hands on her hips as she leaned her head back into the running water to finish getting the shampoo out of her hair.
He let go of her only so that she could step out of the shower. She walked back over to the towel, wrapping herself in it once more.
She reached her hand out over to him.
He shut off the water and followed her across the bathroom, taking a towel for himself.
"The speaker's still in my room," he reminded her. He assumed that she would want to spend the night with him anyway, but having the excuse couldn't hurt his cause.
They were relieved when they didn't hear anyone else in the house after opening the bathroom door. Even though the secret was out, their relationship didn't need any extra attention from their housemates at the moment.
Mike led Paige across the loft to his room and she went through his dresser drawers, looking for a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. He had turned around to get dressed and switch the speaker on. He smiled when he saw what she was now wearing.
"I don't know what I like better," he said smiling. He walked over to her and moved her backwards. He pushed her lightly so that she fell onto his bed. "You taking off your clothes, or putting on mine." He put his knee on the bed and leaned over her, softly transferring his weight down. He glanced up at the speaker on the nightstand and chuckled to himself.
"What?" Paige asked him, noticing the change in his expression.
"Remind me to go buy a few pints of ice cream tomorrow."
She furrowed her eyebrows at him, pondering his intentions.
Her reaction made him laugh even more. "I'll explain later..."