The Smooch

Debra Fran Baker

"Chief, what are you doing here so late?" Jim walked into the bullpen at 9PM that night. Blair was sitting at his desk, leaning over a pile of papers, his glasses nearly falling off his nose.

For a moment there, Jim's heart stopped. There was something about the way the light of the computer monitor played in Blair's curls, which were loose and tumbled around his face...his so beautiful face. How had he never noticed before? It was like he'd never seen his partner before. *Some Sentinel.*

"Jim? Jim, are you all right? Don't zone on me now, buddy." Blair's voice was worried. Blair was worried. About him? No one worried about Jim...

He shook his head to clear it. "I'm fine, Sandburg. Yeah, good idea. Hate to go camping with that stuff hanging over our heads." He moved closer and leaned over the desk. "Let's see what we have to do."

Blair shifted slightly to make room for him...but stayed very close, well inside what Jim considered his personal space. Blair always did that, but this time Jim noticed it. "I'm about finished with Monday's stuff, and even made a start on Tuesday...see?"

"Yeah." Jim deliberately moved closer to Blair, close enough to smell his hair - a combination of shampoo, the smells of the office and the city and something that was Blair and made his blood hot.

He couldn't help himself. He reached a tentative hand and touched those curls. Blair turned to him in surprise, his eyes wide. And then he smiled softly and gave the slightest nod.

His heart pounding, he bent closer to Blair, who lifted his head and closed his eyes. It seemed to take forever for their lips to meet, but when they did, Jim could feel all his senses exploding. This...this was what he wanted, what he was looking for. What he had, if he'd only known it.

Off in his office, unseen and unnoticed, Simon Banks chewed on a cigar and watched. And smiled.

Copyright 1999 Debra Fran Baker and NightRoads Associates

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