It's Not Over

Into The Fire

A/N- two chapters in one because I'm bad with tech and wrote shit in the wrong order.
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Chapter 15, Pillow talk-

You're not in here?" Rosie asked, flipping through the calendar as they stood on the corner of the island in his kitchen together.

"No, I was in Miami," she stated the obvious, rolling her eyes as she poured herself a cup of tea and refilled Rosie's. "Besides, do you think I would have sold them to everyone if I were?"

"I didn't think about that. Next yeaaaar," he sang, hopefully.

"Yeah, nooo," she shot down the idea immediately. "Vic flipped at these guys to get them to do it, so, not happening."

"Fine, probably better, I get to keep you to my eyes." He stated, wrapping a hand around her waist and pulling her towards him.

"Ah!" She yelled, losing her balance, slightly.

"You sure you were a dancer?" He teased.

"Oh shut up."

"I mean, it requires coordination you know. Or at least the ability to stay on your feet."

"Oh, I think someone is forget about a dance or two we shared back in Miami, Mr.doesn't move his hips," she teased back.

"I do too," he argued.

"Mhm, okay, than how 'bout you show me right now?" She challenged.

"Well, you gotta turn on some music." She reached and slid her phone over and selected a song quickly before folding her arms up to watch him. He stepped back from the counter and began dancing on his own until a smile cracked on her face and she joined him until they were both sweaty and exhausted.

"I need a shower," she said, airing out her shirt to no avail and resolving to just take it off, leaning her in a high neck sports bra.

"Now that's the picture I want in my calendar," he commented as she retrieved a glass of water. She rolled her eyes.

"What, no hats or props or anything? Or you know, maybe not covered in sweat and disgusting?"

"You're anything but disgusting," he said, reaching for his phone and sliding open his camera.

"Oh, are you serious?" She asked in disbelief just as the camera clicked, capturing her from the side as she filled a glass from the sink.

"Well try and look happier." In return, she gave him her most unamused look as he snatched another photo.

"I'm gonna get you back for that," she warned him. She didn't mind him having the photo. She was just surprised he chose to take one then.

"Sounds fair to me. So you mentioned a shower?" A smile grew on Andy's face as she lightly chuckled at the comment. She took a few sip of her water, set it down, and took his hand, leading him down the hall.

An hour later, Rosie laid in bed with a towel around his waist as Andy sat beside him with a towel over her shoulders, facing the backboard with her knees pulled towards her chest. She ran her fingers over his scar slowly and softly, feeling it on her fingertips. They'd been like that for a while, together but silent, just enjoying each other's company, but he was growing worried about what was going through her mind as she traced the line down his chest and turned to her. For a moment, he thought his words might not be able to reach her, she seemed was so far in her mind as her eyes followed her fingers, but under his eyes, she broke the silence, proving she was aware of him.

"What was it like?"

"What do you mean?" She shrugged, knowing she was asking a general question but not sure she wanted to specify.