The Not So Lonesome Knight: Mistake at the Motel

The Aftermath in the Morning

Drifting in the realms of slumber, the brunette turns slowly on to her other side. This move, unbeknownst to Bonnie, brings her face to his chest. Fingers that had been locked in the sheets now discover the thin cotton of her co-worker's shirt tucked within their grips. The beating of his heart against her knuckles provides a sense of comfort she never really knew she needed. It had been ages since anyone had shared a night in such intimate proximity with her. In fact, it had been so long she couldn't even bring to mind his name. Oh, how she had missed this sensation of life beside her! 

The usherings of breath to and from her lungs carries with it the alluring scent of his woodsy cologne and after-shave. The smell of it makes her feel secure, safe in a way that felt foreign. Wanting to drink more of it in, she squirms till her lips gingerly brush against the smoothness of his skin.

Michael's masculine bows and curves drift upwards into a smile, in spite of himself, at the tender sensation. He shifts his own figure to be more accommodating. His own head tipping downwards till his forehead meets resistance, having unwittingly pressed against her's. His strong fingers delicately weave through her silky brunette locks. Although he is sleeping Michael is not so careless as to tug. He revels in the heat of her exhaled breaths and the feeling of delicate hands anchored in his shirt. He lets shallow thrum of her heart communicate with her's in a way that extensive vocabulary couldn't.

Their repose is intruded upon with the beeping of Michael's ever-present com-link. Stirring slightly, he allows himself to stretch. Unwilling to completely surrender his dreams, he doesn't bother to crack open his eyes. "Good mornin', sweetheart." He sighs with a cloudy vignette of dreaminess edging his murmured words. Forgetting that it's Bonnie he is sleeping beside, the curly-haired agent's lips travel lower until they meet the cushiony graces of her's.

Bonnie, still half asleep, finds herself delightfully cocooned between the muscular body and the bed. "Morning." She lazily gushes, the faintest hint of a smile decorating her lips just seconds before they are greeted by a mellow and cozy pressure. The blissfully unexpected kiss sends goosebumps sprawling across her skin.

"Michael? I don't mean to interrupt, however, you and Bonnie are going to be late. You've already overslept the alarm and the call from the front desk." That Bostonian voice beckons again rousing both agents into a state of greater awareness.

"Yeah, yeah. You worry too much." He grumbles. Letting the stern reproach sink in before he clambers out of bed. "I'll be down in a few minutes after I get dressed and fetch Bons." As he finishes that last statement, his bleary eyes rove around the room until they fixate on her! The mechanic he had promised to fetch was no further than a few inches away. His eyes round with astonishment and he's struck positively speechless. They just slept together and he had just... they had just... kissed. Now, he wasn't going to apologize. He had enjoyed it so much, he was considering doing it again. The widest of grins is cast in her direction. "Well, hello there." He would have tacked on the word 'beautiful' had Bonnie not interrupted.

"Was... was that Kitt?" Startled, Bonnie jolts upright. Her hands briefly drift across her long dark lashes. Upon noticing that Michael standing there gawking at her, her cheeks stain a dangerous shade of burgundy. "Michael? I... we...." She can't stop the severe jack-hammering of her heart inside her chest. It's so loud she swears it could be heard all the way down at the equator. A shaky hand is wracked through her disheveled hair. What was she supposed to say?! Frustration compels her to tug the blanket, the one they had been struggling over last night, around her curvy figure. They spent the night tangled in each other's embraces and shared a few kisses. Heavens knows that they might have gone further had it not been for the timely wake-up call. Then what would they have done?!

"Yeah." He affirms. "That was Kitt. T...turns out, we're late. Devon's expecting us at that restaurant this morning." He stammers. His palm of one hand coming to rest upon the curve of his neck. Looking at the clock he amends, "this afternoon." He is quick about grabbing his leather jacket and the overnight bag he had so eagerly departed with hours ago.

Bonnie races to the bathroom to change and comb the tangles out of her hair. Once safely concealed behind the door she shakily remarks,"we... we can't ever speak of this, Michael." No matter how wonderful the experience had been, Bonnie doesn't want it to ruin their fantastic friendship. Speaking it aloud could jinx it. But was it too late? Had the damage already been done?! The kiss had cemented the fact that she had fallen hopelessly, endlessly, and completely in love with him.

"Fine by me." Michael retorts with a casual shrug of the shoulders. "You don't wanna talk about it, we won't talk about it." He was going to respect her wishes. Admittedly, he was hurt by her insistence on secrecy. His own hand brushes through his curls. Deep down it wasn't fine. It didn't come remotely close to being fine. He wanted everyone to know about this new love of his! He craved to tell her, to pursue the open door that this amazing night had presented them with.

After waiting about half an hour he wraps his knuckles on the door. "Come on, Bons. I'm sure you're as pretty as a picture. We gotta go."

"Alright. I'm ready." Barstow puffs, pulling open the door and emerging in a simple skirt and blouse. "Let's go." She heads for the door and then the sleek black Trans-Am in the parking-lot without so much as peering up at him.

Michael jangles the keys uneasily, his pace striving to match her hurried one across the asphalt.