She was hot. Not uncomfortably so, but definitely warmer than usual. Her cheeks were flushed. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She was curled up next to her partner.
"Hey," He said softly, his eyes barely open.
"Hey yourself. We fell asleep."
"Yeah. I think it's the first time I've really relaxed.. since.. I can't remember when."
She smiled, and looked over at the glow of the fire place.
"I definitely need to get one of those."
He laughed, and stood up.
"I'm getting another beer. You want one?"
"Yeah, actually." She too got up, stretching.
She walked over to the stereo, and started pushing buttons.
"Oh my god, Bobby, there's satellite radio here!"
"Christ. I'm never going to want to go home."
"You can say that again." She took the cold beer he handed her.
"Are you playing DJ?"
"Of course. I have better taste than you do." She smiled. "Ooh.. Etta James.. I love Etta James."
He watched her, as she turned up the volume. The acoustics in the cabin were nothing short of fabulous. The bass was deep without vibrating anything, and the entire room not to mention the house was filled with sound.
After One for my Baby, a slower song came on.
Someday he'll come along, the man I love
And he'll be big and strong, the man I love
And when he comes my way, I'll do my best to make him stay
He'll look at me and smile, I'll understand
And in a little while, he'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd, I know we both won't say a word
She turned and smiled at him. He held his hands out, as if offering something. "Dance?" He mouthed. She smiled again, and stepped forward, setting her beer down. She put her hands in his, and they swayed slowly. The steps they took were no steps in particular. She leaned her forehead against his chest, and as the song came to an end, they just stood for a moment.
"Bobby," She said very softly, as she looked up at him.
"Yeah." He looked down at her.
"We did it."
He nodded slowly, a hint of a smile on his lips. His big hands cupped her face, tilting her chin up towards him. He leaned down and kissed her gently.
"This is real."
She kissed him back, softly.
"Wait, they're where?" Deakins rubbed his forehead. "I sent them.. I didn't even know we had a raffle." He listened to the person on the phone, and stared at his desk, his brow furrowed. "Well, they'll be back in a week, right? ... How does one enter this raffle, anyway? Oh, it's an NYPD thing? .. I guess you're right. Yeah, I probably could use some rest."
He hung up and shook his head. "Crazy." He muttered, then shrugged.