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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Aug 31, 2010 23:24:33 GMT
Elizabeth had just settled in for the evening after a very long day at work. She had filled her garden tub up with hot water and stripped out of her suit from the day, sliding down into the hot water. The heat worked on the stiff muscles in her back and the strains in her legs caused by being in heels for several days straight. She leaned her head back against the side of the tub, closing her eyes and sighing contentedly.
She was truly comfortable for the first time in days. All the stress from work seemed to melt away into the room lit only by a few, red candles. She did not realize she had almost fallen asleep until a knock sounded on her door at the other side of the apartment. She let out a growl of frustration and stood from the tub.
She dried off quickly, wrapping her form in a short, black robe she had been gifted for Christmas a few years prior. She moved out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her to keep the heat in and moved across the apartment to answer the door.
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Post by Jim Gordon on Sept 1, 2010 0:15:26 GMT
In his car, on the way home from the station, Jim's mind was swirling. It had been three days since the trial, since Elizabeth had kissed him, and he couldn't stop thinking about it. He wasn't really paying attention to where he was driving, well, who would when thinking about a woman, who in all honesty was rather beautiful, kissing them, throwing herself at them, and obviously wanting them? Not many people, I'm guessing. He couldn't help thinking about her, the pitbull in lipstick, Elizabeth Connery. But, he was married. He knew that it shouldn't happen. It couldn't happen.
Not again.
But, his mind just wouldn't listen. His wants, urges. It wouldn't stop. So, imagine his... If only I could put surprise... Reaction, when he found himself parking up outside where she lived and getting out of his car. He closed the door, his head swirling with thoughts and his heart thudding in time to his footsteps after he locked the car door. He walked through the lobby of the block and to the lift. His finger hovered over the button for her floor in hesitation for a moment before pressing it. The lift doors closed and he instantly regretted his autopilot decision to come here. But there was no turning back now, right?
Once he got to her floor, Jim's heart thudded more and more, his footsteps coming once more on autopilot. He reached her door and, after a moment of wanting to head back to his car and go home, he knocked on the door. Definitely no turning back now. The lift doors closed behind him and he gave a small sigh before wondering whether she was even in. There was a chance she wasn't, it would give him a chance to escape, maybe try and forget this whole thing...
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Sept 1, 2010 0:22:41 GMT
Elizabeth made her way to the door, stopping just in front of the mirror in the main hall to check herself over. She looked like she had been in the tub, so maybe whomever this was would regret bothering her on the first night she had to relax in weeks. She moved up to the tips of her toes to gaze through the small peep hole in the door, surprised to see Jim Gordon standing on the other side. She took a moment to compose herself and ran a hand through her curls before opening the door.
She held the door open enough for him to see her, but not so he could barge in. It was a precautionary measure she had picked up while living in Boston, and it had become a habit. "Commissioner Gordon." She began, her natural surprise showing through. "How...why...is something wrong?" She tilted her head curiously.
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Post by Jim Gordon on Sept 1, 2010 0:33:53 GMT
When she answered the door, Jim swallowed softly at the sight of her and found himself staring at her, mainly at her legs, seeing as the robe showed them off a little.
"I- I'm sorry for disturbing you..." He said carefully, trying to decide on what to say. He knew what he wanted to say, but he wasn't sure how to say it. "I- We-..." He paused and licked his lips, merely for something to do before he spoke again after thinking about it. "There are... Feelings." He decided on saying gently, looking at her with a small, knowing expression on his face and he was sure she knew what he was talking about. "We have to talk." He added, seeing as it was true, even if things went further than that, they had to at least talk.
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Sept 1, 2010 0:44:45 GMT
Elizabeth watched him curiously as he struggled for words, letting go of the door and crossing her arms over her chest. She leaned against the door frame with one eyebrow arched, listening to him as he struggled to speak. Finally, when he ended in that they needed to talk, she nodded. "Okay."
She opened the door wider and let him in. "Close the door behind you." She continued softly and moved through into the living room. She moved to the drink cabinet and pulled out two tumblers, filling them both with brandy before returning to the main of the room.and offering the glass to him. "Please don't tell me there's been a mass break out and you're here to stay the night and protect me." She teased, trying to lighten the situation and relieve the elephant in the room.
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Post by Jim Gordon on Sept 1, 2010 0:57:10 GMT
Jim followed her in, closing the door behind as she'd said and took the brandy with an amused smile on his lips.
"I think you'd be able to protect yourself." He joked before taking a sip of brandy. His gaze watched the drink as he swirled it some around his glass. He couldn't think of what to say, there were a few things but nothing that wanted to be said, nothing that really wanted to come out into the open, so he stayed silent. He couldn't decide on what to say, more than not knowing.
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Sept 1, 2010 1:09:48 GMT
Elizabeth moved over to her couch and took a seat carefully on one side, crossing her legs and propping her elbow on the arm, sipping her drink. "Please, Commissioner, I'm five foot two on a good day and weigh all of a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. Like I could hold up against an escapee from Arkham without a gun." She replied and laughed softly.
"Please, sit." She gestured to the couch beside her and watched him with dark, entrancing eyes. "What do we need to talk about Commissioner. Because I firmly believe if there was an escape from Arkham, you would have the latigo on the on that smoke wagon untied." She explained.
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Post by Jim Gordon on Sept 1, 2010 1:18:25 GMT
"There were escapees, but they won't be after you." Jim said as he walked over the couch and he felt that she hadn't actually listened at first... He sat and took another sip, if only for something to do that wouldn't cause it to be awkward. "We need to talk about... What's been happening." He said, having paused momentarily to decide on what to say. He was having trouble with so much trying to get out now, but he didn't want to say it all at once and end up sounding like a child in trouble who was confessing...
But that may have been what it was, confessing. Confessing about what was happening, but not in real life, in his head and his heart. His head was telling him to get out of there now, but his heart was staying that she needed to know what he felt... So many things demanding so many more things.
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Sept 1, 2010 20:59:51 GMT
Elizabeth watched him come to sit and she turned towards him, the silk material of her robe getting stuck to the leather of the couch and pulling to reveal a bit more of the expanse of her thigh. But she ignored it. Now hardly seemed the time to be overly flirtatious. She arched one perfectly sculpted brow as he continued to struggle for what to say.
Oh...that...
She decided to play innocent and allowed a look of pure curiosity and lack of understanding to fall onto her features. She blinked as if trying to understand, her brow furrowed. "What's been happening?" She repeated softly, still acting if she was trying to understand. Oh no, she wanted him to say it. Had she been tempting him? Was he here to say he couldn't be around her anymore? Or was he here to say that he accepted it?
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Post by Jim Gordon on Sept 1, 2010 21:28:01 GMT
Jim looked at her, his eyebrows raised.
"You know what." He said, not even bothering to say what had happened, exactly. "And this can't happen." He continued to say, his tone never changing from his soft and gentle tone that was his usual tone. He didn't bother to raise his voice, it would never do anything that just normal talking wouldn't do, minus getting people's attention, of course. Not again. He thought but didn't say. She need not know.
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Sept 1, 2010 21:46:06 GMT
Elizabeth continued to play innocent, her eyebrows arching a little higher. "I do?" She asked curiously, a perfect look of pure confusion on her face. "What can't happen?" She took a sip of her drink, as if taking a break to try to think things over and figure out what he was talking about. Really, she was simply enjoying the effect she was apparently having on him.
She then lowered her arms so her drink sat on her knee, the crystal glass catching the light and bringing attention to her legs. She exhaled slowly and waited for him to speak.
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Post by Jim Gordon on Sept 11, 2010 23:23:22 GMT
Jim raised an eyebrow before giving into her lying and bowing his head slightly in somewhat shame for what he was about to say.
"The constant flirting..." He paused, hesitating before looking at her, his drink forgotten in his hands as he tried to think of the best way to answer her second, faked question. "Nothing can happen between us... And yet, it seems that something might.." He admitted, somewhat accepting that this would happen. It would always happen with him. He looked at her with somewhat shameful yet pleading eyes. "But, there is no way to stop it." He added, his tone never changing, never adding or taking away from the soft and calmness that it continuously held through out every situation.
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Sept 15, 2010 20:07:21 GMT
Elizabeth forced a small smile onto her features. "Oh. That." She replied softly. She knew this was hurting him, but she could not help but feel slightly victorious. However, she didn't let him see that. She moved to take his drink, now apparently forgotten in his hand, and set it on the coffee table in front of the couch, setting her own glass beside it. She then moved carefully onto her knees, moving towards him.
She leaned in to him, taking his face gently between her hands. "We're not in public now." She whispered softly, and then leaned in to press a hesitant kiss to his lips.
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Post by Jim Gordon on Sept 15, 2010 20:35:25 GMT
Jim knew that he shouldn't, even as he did, he knew that he should be pushing her away, but instead he kissed her back softly, somewhat uncertainly. He was sure that they shouldn't be doing this, but it seemed so good. His hands moved to her waist and back, pulling her towards him a little, but merely so they could get a little more comfortable. After a moment, Gordon's senses kicked in and his mind took over instead of his instincts and he almost pulled away. Very, very almost. However, he pushed his sense out of the way, mentally speaking, and continued to kiss her.
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Sept 15, 2010 20:40:20 GMT
Elizabeth nearly squealed in delight when he returned her kiss, albeit uncertain. His hands went to her back and waist, pulling her to him, throwing her slightly off balance as she was moved out of the precarious balance she had constructed on her knees. She moved to throw one leg over his legs and lower herself down so she was sitting in his lap. She knew this was so incredibly wrong, but she couldn't stop herself. She moaned softly and pressed into him once more, pulling away after a moment to take a breath. She simply looked into his eyes for a long moment, her heart and breathing rate increased slightly.
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