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Almost as soon as she hung up with him she was changing into the new lingerie she had bought just for this occasion. She'd curled her dark hair and left it down, knowing that Derek liked it down. She looked around the room and then hurried to close the curtains and light a few candles.

Hearing the front door, she quickly arranged herself provocatively on the bed. Her hair was a halo of curls around her head as she turned her face enough so she was able to watch as he walked in the door.

"I'm in our room," she called back out to him, unable to stop herself from smiling.

Just out of routine, he sauntered into the room and straight into his closet to hang up his gun belt. Only as the realization in his peripheral vision hit him did Derek stop dead in his tracks. It wasn't as if they didn't have sex over the past weeks but she hadn't been this level of forward. Ever. Maybe she'd climb on top of him now and then but usually he'd been the one to initiate or spark the move somehow. Not this.

There was an immediate surge below his belt and Derek slowly grinned accordingly. "You look good enough to eat," he uttered huskily. "This what you meant by dinner?" He didn't shed more clothing than he already had (gun belt, socks, shoes), more interested in closing the distance and getting a look up close and personal. His grin amplified to the point it reached his eyes. Yet it wasn't a smile of finding something funny or teasing other than the teasing she was doing to him.

She stretched out a bit before she turned over onto her side and pushed herself up onto her elbow. It had taken him a minute but with the way he was looking at her, well it was well worth it. She wanted him to look at her like that ALL the time.

"Yes, it's exactly what I meant," she grinned before pushing herself up onto her knees and moved towards the edge of the bed. She wanted to get him out of his clothing but she could wait a bit longer. "So, how hungry are you" she asked as she reached for him, intent on pulling him to her.

It wasn't easy to wrap his head around her absence. One week for him had been months for her with no memory of him. Derek tried to give Lee space, knowing she had to grieve over a dead husband and marriage that never had a chance. Twice Jim Gordon seemed to end a chance of happiness for her. Derek would greet the man with a punch to his face if they ever met.

"Oh, I could eat." The quip came naturally, a devilish grin emphasizing his words. Derek didn't bother to hide how his eyes looked her over. She was getting him hard and had yet to touch him more than pulling him in closer. He hummed in approval, "Mmm, mmm, mmm." Dark eyes watched Lee intently, wondering what she had in mind with a few kinky ideas of his own.

Thing was, Lee had grieved. She was still sad over the loss of his life and she missed him - but she didn't need nor did she want the space that Derek was thinking that she needed. She had just needed and wanted him. And for a while she had been worried that the fact that she'd married someone else had pushed him completely away.

She was glad that wasn't the case.

"Good. I figured we could eat in bed tonight," she teased as she scooted closer to him. She let go of his hands and then her fingers were curling under the hem of his shirt. "We'll need to get you out of these. I wouldn't want you getting anything on them." And really, she couldn't wait to get him out of his clothes so she could show him just how much she missed their closeness.

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