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Post by Bess Buchanan on Feb 11, 2010 20:14:23 GMT -5
Drew would be home soon. Bess sighed as she dropped the needlework she had been occupying herself with to her lap. Looking at the clock she saw that it was quarter to seven. Drew should be home soon. His shift had ended not quite an hour ago but Drew was a devoted cop and even after staying late he often went out with the boys for dinner a few nights a week.
Drew would be home soon.
Clearing her throat to no one, Bess put the sewing away --folding it neatly into the canvas bag at the side of the arm chair-- and rose, slipping her slippers on. She shuffled across the slightly faded carpet to the picture window that looked out onto the driveway. Twitching the curtain to the side, she watched the nothing passing for a moment. And then a jitter of movemenet, the flash of a silver badge catching the street lamp.
Drew was home.
A light smile found her face as she kicked her slippers off gently. He liked her barefoot; said she looked more natural. She liked going barefoot as well, she supposed. Leaning against the wall to the side of the front door, Bess waited to hear his key in the lock, for him to enter and swoop her into an embrace. Just like always, just like a good husband should do with his good wife.
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Post by Drew Buchanan on Feb 11, 2010 22:01:50 GMT -5
Food was good--not as good as Bess's, but it was all right. Golly, her food was the bee's knees. But who could resist when his buddies coerced him into going out to eat? And birch beer--no regular beer, nothing of that sort. What kind of copper would he be if he broke his own law?
Eyelids about to fall, Drew Buchanan turned the key in the lock of the doorknob to his house without remembering how he'd gotten into his house afterwards. He expected Bessie to be asleep, as she usually was when he got home this late. Supper at eight o' clock threw him off.
His eyes snapped up when he sensed another presence in the room, and they fell on his wife, who he, with exaggerated gusto, took up in his arms and kissed. "Feeling well today?" he asked, just checking in. He usually left the house in the morning before she woke up, so it was a rare occasion when they really got to see each other outside of weekends.
He kicked off his shoes and tangled their feet together. "Nobody tried to break in and steal y', right?" he chuckled.
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Post by Bess Buchanan on Feb 12, 2010 3:09:42 GMT -5
And then he was there. And she was in his arms, held close and well-kissed. A light blush found her face from his lips on hers and she tucked her head beneath his chin, arms over his shoulders. "Hey there, fella. Missed you."
"Feeling well today?"
She pulled her head away from him so she could meet his eyes. She nodded softly, fingers spreading over the back of his head, wiggling in the short hairs there. "Yeah, peachy keen. How about you? Not too tough a day, I hope." She knew he had been hot for Brennan Malone the past few weeks (months). Which put her in something of an awkward spot. Considering she had been frequenting the very speakeasy that Drew was devotedly searching for...
"Nobody tried to break in and steal y', right?"
A shot of fever struck through her as their feet touched and their bodies meshed. She chuckled airily and shook her head. "Nuh-uh; only you, Drew." She fell against his chest softly, daintily, rubbing her cheek on his shoulder with affection, like a kitten asking to be cuddled.
Of course, he hadn't mentioned anything about her sneaking out. Well, she wasn't going anywhere that night. Something about his demeanor and the truth in her statment of missing him made her want to stay in tonight. No need for bathtub-gin, flappers, fellas or The Big Shot Brennan Malone.
But tomorrow night. Tomorrow night was another story.
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Post by Drew Buchanan on Feb 12, 2010 10:24:29 GMT -5
Unusually affectionate, Bess rubbed against him like some hopeful feline. "You're not gonna start purrin' now, are ya?" he inquired teasingly, taking a loose piece of her hair and wrapping it around his finger like a ribbon to tell him to remember "Hey, buddy, you love your effin' wife." Not like he needed a reminder, but it was nice to just think it once in a while.
Getting a high from saying it, even, he let it slip out mid-neck-kiss, "I love you, Bessie." Drew regretted not being home more often. This assignment was starting to shove itself pretty damn deep up his ass and he wasn't going to let it go until he pulled it out himself. Consequentially, it lessened his time with his wife. "Y'know that, right?" It was a pitiful act of desperation, but he hoped she would humor him just this once.
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Post by Bess Buchanan on Feb 12, 2010 11:04:24 GMT -5
"You're not gonna start purrin' now, are ya?"
Bess answered with only a purr, mugging up on the cuddling a little bit. It ended in a soft chuckle and she pulled from him a bit. "Lookit me, huh? How 'bout I let you get more'n one foot inside the door?" Shooting him a soft grin, she took his hand and led him further into the house. "Wanna sit out a bit and hit the bed right away?" She was fine with either. Either way, he was here with her and that was good enough.
"I love you, Bessie. Y'know that, right?"
She looked over her shoulder to pass him a pretty smile. Nodding easily, she answered, "Of course I do, honey." Moving a little closer, her fingers drifting over the hairline at his forehead. "And I love you back." Lips pursing, she wondered what had prompted such an incongrously insecure question from her husband. "Ya'll right though?" she confirmed softly.
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Post by Drew Buchanan on Feb 12, 2010 11:12:52 GMT -5
With more confidence than before, he replied, "I'm fine, everything's Jack, y'know. Just tired." Lifting his tie over his head after loosening it, he threw it over the back of the chair he was passing. Taking it to their room just didn't seem necessary. He'd get it later and throw it in the laundry that needed doin'. "Bed sounds about right."
Just imagining flopping down on the bed face-first, shoes falling off, her hands running on his back, maybe? Sounded like just what the doctor ordered.
Cocking his head when she passed him her eyes over her shoulder, he couldn't keep back the smirk that was pulling up his lips. She won this time, and he didn't resist following her.
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Post by Bess Buchanan on Feb 12, 2010 11:57:57 GMT -5
"I'm fine, everything's Jack, y'know. Just tired. Bed sounds about right."
She nodded, not entirely convinced. But she'd let it drop for now. No use beating the horse dead when he was tired like he was. Wouldn't do nothing but leave her with no answers and him with a temper. "All right," she replied amiably. "Let's get you into bed then."
She mirrored his smirk though she didn't know why he wore it and tugged him through the back hall that led to their shared bedroom. Leaving him at the doorway, she moved to her dresser, going about changing into her sleeper set. "That mulligan captain of yours should stop giving you the run 'round, huh?' she commented lightly, teasingly. Drew's captain was nice enough for a captain and he wasn't really getting the "run 'round;" that was just Drew's work ethic probably. "Be happy once you catch the bootleggers once and for all." Unclasping her earrings, she tacked on as if casual, "Y' gettin' any closer, you think?"
Changed, she rolled her shoulders back to stretch and rose from her place at the vanity, moving to the bed. Her eyes followed his form. She liked him better at home than out with other people. And she liked him at home just with her at night better than any other time.
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Post by Drew Buchanan on Feb 12, 2010 12:39:21 GMT -5
Following suit, he was promptly out of his workclothes and working on washing his face in the room adjacent to their bedroom. Face submerged in water during her interrogation, it took him a while to come up with a substantial response. He didn't want her thinking he was overworking himself--because he was, but that was how he operated; if he wasn't working constantly and at his hardest, nothing would get done--so he wiped his face off and started back into the bedroom, not bothering with sleep dress.
Collapsing onto the bed, he supported his head with his hands behind it. "I dunno. Can't really say he's pushing me any harder than he usually does. I just wish this could be done and over with." Which was a rare statement by itself. Drew loved his work and loved what he did, and sometimes was sad even when cases were closed because it gave him the excuse to go home and rest. But this was different. These people were so far out of line that he just wanted them in prison for good.
"I don't really wanna talk about it," he evaded the topic of the rate of his success, because it was progressing slower than anything else he'd ever seen in his force. Where was this guy? How could he prove they were all guilty?
"It's a shame. A bunch of thugs draggin' innocent people down there--women, too. I bet they're all whores." He sighed, rolling onto his side.
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Post by Bess Buchanan on Feb 12, 2010 12:55:06 GMT -5
"I dunno. Can't really say he's pushing me any harder than he usually does. I just wish this could be done and over with."
"You and me both, sweets," she replied, leaning over to drop a tempered kiss to his lips. Well, that wasn't one-hundred precent true. She wanted it to be done and over with but she didn't want the speakeasy shut down and Malone and everyone caught. Her thoughts immediately swerved to Benjamin and what would happen to his sweet little girl, Mattie if he was wrangled up?
They were good people, really they were. All loyal and kind and fun-loving; just a little free-wheeling. And okay, so they broke the law regularly. But it wasn't like they were killing people (not that she knew of). Wasn't like they were beating old women and stealing from orphans of nothing. She sighed softly, conflicted. She didn't know where these thoughts had been coming from lately. They were law-breakers and that was bad enough.
Wasn't it? Not anymore, it seemed.
"I don't really wanna talk about it."
"'Course not, baby," she replied easily, hands trailing over his shoulders lightly. "Don't any more. I was just curious 'bout your day, you know," she passed him a soft smile, already feeling bad. Making him talk about what he didn't want to just to find out if she was safe in the clear or not... She used to be such a good wife; what had happened? Jazz and liquor, that's what. That Brennan Malone and his tempting joint...
"It's a shame. A bunch of thugs draggin' innocent people down there--women, too. I bet they're all whores."
Bess swallowed, taken a back a little. Now how did she handle that? What to say? 'Betch you're right, honey, oh, and by the way, I happen to be one of those whores'? Yeah, that'd go over real swell. She rested her chin on his shoulder, kissing his temple softly. "Probably. Poor things all caught up, drawn like moths to the flames, huh? Didn't stand a chance, I'll bet." She let her eyes drift closed, not liking the turn of the conversation suddenly. "But you're right: let's not talk about it any longer."
She didn't want to hear about how disgraceful he thought everyone who enetered the speakeasy was and everything he thought they were doing wrong. She felt guilty enough without him repeating all the things that were running through her mind.
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Post by Drew Buchanan on Feb 12, 2010 13:37:05 GMT -5
Moths to flames--right. That was how he had to think of it. Not jazzed-up ladies to liquor or men or pool or dancing. Moths to flames. Raccoons to trash. Whatever. Bess seemed to turn unsettled abruptly, and he cocked his head to see her full-on. His lips chose his mood for him, returning the kiss, wishing there had been another one to follow. "Tease," he accused her with a wry smirk, drawing a hand from his side to around her waist, laying on the small of her back and pulling her close.
He wanted this case to be over not only to serve justice, but to have more time like this. To spend time with the woman he pledged to spend time with five months ago. Drew hadn't done a swell job of keeping up with that promise so far. He wanted to change it as soon as he could.
Like a moth to a flame, he attempted to drag her into a deeper kiss.
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Post by Bess Buchanan on Feb 12, 2010 14:58:18 GMT -5
At his comment of her being a tease, she gasped jokingly, bring a hand over her mouth as if in shock. "I'm apalled, Lt. Buchanan," she said demurely, allowing herself to be pulled closer to him. "Would you rather have your girl be all loose like some flapper?" Her smile was teasing as she succumbed to him easily, letting him kiss her deeper.
It still lingered at the sides of her mind though, the guilt she felt. Here she was lying with her devoted, loving, perfect lieutenant of a husband and she was sneaking out nights to go party with the very people he was hunting down. She was a lawbreaker, in fact. She was abusin' the very thing her husband loved and protected...
Swallowed, she tried hard to push those thoughts from her mind. No use thinkin' 'bout it now. She had her wonderful husband by her side. She should be tending to him. She pulled from the kiss a little to cuddle against his neck, exhaling. "I like you bein' home with me," she admitted softly.
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Post by Drew Buchanan on Feb 12, 2010 16:38:06 GMT -5
"When she's with me, I'd love her loose," crept out of his mouth as he burrowed his nose into her neck, kissing the sweet, soft spots of exposed skin that were there. Unaware of his exhaustion, he slipped his hands underneath the hem of her nightgown, palms going over her hips, her stomach, the protrusions of her ribcage as he brought her flush against him.
His smile fell to a great extent. His hands ceased movement, and Drew found nothing pleasurable in taking advantage of her now. He shouldn't want to do only this in the little time he saw his wife. "I like it too," he replied drearily.
Withdrawing his hands, he sighed, resting his chin on her abdomen, gazing up at her. "I'm sorry I'm not home more often. How is it stayin' home all alone? Must get lonesome."
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Post by Bess Buchanan on Feb 12, 2010 16:53:07 GMT -5
"When she's with me, I'd love her loose."
Bess gasped out a laugh at that. "You jerk!" she called. But it was all a ploy because the way he was touching her... Jeepers creepers! It was like being a kid again, necking at some hop with her man. She loved his hands running over her, under her nightclothes and on her skin. Her eyes fluttered closed as she fell into the pleasurable sensation.
"I like it too."
She opened her eyes at that, cocking her head to the side. "I like you home and happy though, Drew. Don't go getting all sad on me, now."
"I'm sorry I'm not home more often. How is it stayin' home all alone? Must get lonesome."
"Aw, honey," she hummed, tucking her hands into his hair and stroking at his scalp. "Don't apologize. I know, you got the job. I understand." And she did. She didn't always like it, perhaps, but she understood why it had to be that way. "Staying home isn't so bad really. I...find ways to occupy myself." Her eyes dropped if only for a split second. Because more often than not she ended up "occupying" herself by heading to Malone's.
She cleared her throat, meeting his eyes again. "And besides, it won't be forever, right?" She pulled up a smile. "I'll have you home bein' my husband soon enough."
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Post by Drew Buchanan on Mar 29, 2010 15:52:56 GMT -5
Snorting, he couldn't imagine how she managed to come up with something new every day, and he couldn't picture her falling into a boring routine of not doing something different every day. Didn't seem to fit Bess's nature. "Doin' what?" he inquired, nipping at her neck and enjoying his time feeling twelve years old, taking advantage of some girl who wasn't going to put up a protest because she was liking it just as much as he was. And if there was one thing Drew was certain of, it was that Bess wouldn't fake it if she wasn't feeling it. If she wasn't hot, he wouldn't get anything from her.
Drew's smile became easier over the course of listening to her voice, so relaxed and worriless. "M'just glad you still have patience to have me has your husband through all of this," he chuckled. "Soon enough, I hope. So long as we keep honing in on Malone," he nodded to her, as if to refresh her memory--but who could forget who Malone was when he'd been ranting about him for the past two months?--then continued, "he should be behind bars quick and then I'll get some time off." He planted a chaste enough kiss on her lips, or rather, that was what he told himself. "Then I can be with you."
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Post by Bess Buchanan on Mar 29, 2010 18:02:08 GMT -5
"Doin' what?"
She shrugged, allowing herelf to sink into the feeling of Drew's lip against her neck. "Not much. Sewing, cooking, cleaning." She chuckled a little, eyes slipping closed. "Was gonna ask you what you thought about me maybe getting a cat?" It would be something else to occupy her. And keep her company.
"He should be behind bars quick and then I'll get some time off. Then I can be with you."
Bess accepted the kiss easily, even deepening it a little. "Then, maybe..." She trailed off a moment, looking to the side. She wasn't sure if she should bring it up quite yet but... "Maybe then we could start to workin' on a family?" She finally made herself catch his gaze and tried a soft smile.
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