One shots

Richard Dean Anderson 1

  "And you know all the kids just wouldn't stop talking and I couldn't believe what they were saying. It's so hard to believe they could pick on this one kid just because he was a little different. I don't know. Maybe it's just me." I explained as I moved around the little library we had. Richard hadn't moved from his spot. I plopped down in the seat next to him and pulled out my pen. I chewed on the tip as my eyes moved over the writing on the papers on top of a book balanced on my knees. "Besides some of these kids really have no clue what history is and I feel bad about not having enough time to help them all. I mean I'd ask that one kid to help tutor some but I feel like all they would do is pick on him and they still wouldn't learn anything." I swiftly drew an x on one of the papers and wrote see me at the top. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I finally looked up at Richard. "What?" I asked. He was staring at me, his head held up by his hand and a small smile on his face.
"Nothing." He said.
"Come on rich it can't be nothing." I shot back. "Tell me." I put my hand on his knee.
"Seriously it's nothing." I gave him a tell me now or else look. "Ok. I was just thinking about how much you care about those kids and how much you really want to help them and how frustrated you get when you can't. It's sweet and cute." He said. I blushed and looked away. "Seriously." I shook my head but I had a smile on my face. "Like I said nothing." I laughed.
"That's hardly nothing Richard." I said, looking back at him. He shrugged and leaned close.
"When I want to make you happy it is." He whispered and gently pressed his lips to mine.