Log in

No account? Create an account

Never for acclaim, always for country.

Previous Entry Share Next Entry
[Post Finale] ... whoo
What to do?, Tightlipped
Amsterdam had been a nightmare.

Between finding the tracker that they'd dug out of Eyal's thigh to actually planning to be beaten up in public in order to land herself in the Embassy's infirmary, Annie was fairly certain that she, Auggie and Eyal had really only managed to survive the ordeal by the skin of their teeth.

Running, being shot at and boat jumping, not to mention the part where she'd hunted a known terrorist down on her own and pretty much convinced him to go kill his own father... it had left her exhausted. By the time the plane landed back in DC, she wanted nothing more than to sink into a hot bath and sleep for twenty-four straight hours.

Thankfully, she knew someone with an exquisite bathtub. And even better? That person would have been furious if she hadn't gone to see him first.

So, it was with no small amount of pleasure that Annie took her bruised and battered body over to Clayton Webb's house at five in the morning and knocked.

  • 1

Her expression softened because, as always, Clay knew. He always knew. He knew her better than she knew herself, as always. He was just an 'always' kind of guy - always with the suits, always with the car, and even always with the movie. She could have picked his choice while still in the bathroom, even though they hadn't watched it in a long time.

Taking the glass from him as she sat, she leaned against him and took a long drink. "Perfect choice."

"I figured you'd like it." And it wasn't something either of them would have to pay too much attention to if they got involved in talking or if they fell asleep.

Clay pressed play on the DVD player, then leaned back to enjoy his evening with Annie. It'd been a while since they'd done anything as simple as this and he needed it.

As if Annie's going to do a lot of talking once she gets settled next to Clay. With the good food, the interesting evening, the long day and the nice wine? She'll be lucky if she lasts twenty minutes, really.

Curled up against her favorite body pillow, his warmth and steady beating heart doing their best to lower her blood pressure and keep her calm, it doesn't even take that long before Annie's eyes start to droop. Seventeen minutes after the movie starts, her entire body relaxes enough to let him know that - if she's not asleep - she's damn near close.

Clay was positive this was a new record for Annie falling asleep on her couch, under a half hour. He didn't mind though and found himself falling asleep sometime around "Play it Again, Sam."

WHen he woke up again, the TV was still showing the DVD screensaver, and he looked down at Annie.

"Hey, we should probably go to bed."

To be fair, normally Annie fell asleep on his couch in under a half hour and usually on Sunday mornings while he was there. Clearly, the thing the couches had in common was him.

His words made her blink awake and she looked around, surprised to see the DVD screensaver up. "Yeah."

Clearing her throat, she pushed herself to a sitting, then standing, position. A flick of the remote and the TV went off, and she reached for him to tug him along to bed. Once there, she let go of him to crawl into her spot and curled up on the pillow. As soon as he laid down next to her, she was going to use him as a pillow.

Clay tried to wake up enough to get ready for bed and succeeded by just a little bit. Then he followed Annie's lead and got into bed on his side. He was fully prepared to be used as a pillow.

He was glad for the quiet night in, since it seemed like something Annie needed after the last few months of excitement.

Annie's life was a constant roller coaster it seemed and a quiet night in was just the start of what she needed. Really.

She rolled against him the moment he crawled into her bed and took a deep breath before sighing deeply. "Thanks for dinner," she murmured. "It was really good."

It was really all she got out before she fell back to sleep.

"Goodnight Annie."

Clay hoped she heard him before going back to sleep. The 'thanks for dinner' wasn't really needed but he appreciated it anyway. Annie didn't really have to thank him for much of anything as far as he was concerned.

He wasn't too far behind Annie as far as sleep was concerned and was snoring minutes after Annie was asleep.

  • 1