“Time to face the monkey,” I sighed heading back in, praying with each step that I hadn’t finally pushed her over the edge. Blue teeth and lips were one thing, a smashed living room?Surprisingly, she’d taken it well so far. When we’d explained what we’d done, even Logan had looked around the room seeing more evidence of what we were surmising was the cause for the damage.
“So, you had a laser pointed from your house to mine?” she clarified, looking confused. “What the hell kind of laser did you have?”
Clearing his throat, Garrett avoided eye contact with her, instead looking around us like he was trying to find something. “It’s one we used in training to point where we wanted them to look,” he explained. “Nothing special really. And it would have been ok if he hadn’t tried to grab it.”
“Technically, it would have been ok if her cat wasn’t the size of a wrecking ball,” I mumbled, trying to find the feline in question.
“Leave his weight out of this,” she snapped, putting her hands on her hips. Out of everything that had happened, her cat’s weight was the issue? Jesus Christ, she had three holes in her wall. “He’s only a couple pounds out of shape.”
Before I could reply, Logan yelled, “Holy shit, have you seen the size of this thing?” Meaning that Garrett couldn’t help but leave us alone to go and check it out for himself.
Closing the distance between us, I cupped her neck, and nudged her to get her to look up at me. There were a lot of moments when the difference between our heights was really noticeable, and this was one of them. I actually hated it right now because I wanted badly to make sure she wasn’t going to hate me for the rest of my life, and the height distance felt like it went on for miles instead of the reality which was just over a foot.
“Sweetheart, listen, I swear I’ll fix all of this. I had no idea that it would be this bad and I feel like total shit.” I really did, and now that I was looking around us, I realized how much of a bad idea it had been. “It was only ever meant to make him knock a couple of things over, not total your living room.”
I expected her to scream at me, maybe even knee me in the balls – although I was praying she wouldn’t – but I didn’t expect her to burst out laughing. The swelling in her eye had gone down even more since I’d seen her last, but the bruising was definitely coming out properly now, and I winced each time she squeezed her eyes shut to laugh harder.
“I want to be super pissed - and don’t get me wrong, I am pissed – but at the same time the fact this backfired on y’all so badly…” she wheezed. “And you’re standing there, in your uniform, with blue teeth…”
That was a sensitive subject for me, but I managed to hold in the growl. I’d had to put up with hours of bullshit from the others when they’d seen me, and those guys were the kind of assholes who’d never let it drop, so it would follow me for life.
“Let’s not mention that,” I advised her seriously. “I haven’t found the funny part of your prank yet.”
Trying to calm herself down, she wiped gently under her eyes. “It wasn’t meant to last that long. It’s dried food coloring, so I didn’t think it would do that,” she snickered, gesturing at my mouth.
Her prank had not only tinted my teeth, but the inside of my lips looked like a dead person’s, and my tongue looked like a Chow-chow’s. “I’ve been accused of blowing a Smurf.”
That was apparently the wrong thing to say because she started laughing her ass off again, tipping her head back as she did it. Like it did when people laugh, her mouth opened, and without even realizing what I was doing I kissed her, hoping that she wouldn’t finally give in and knee me in the junk. Would I still want her if she did, though? You bet your ass I would.
Moving to wrap my arms around her waist, I pulled her into me, remembering at the last second that the shit on my utility belt might hurt her, and angling my body slightly to the side to try to minimize it. The fact that I’d totaled her living room didn’t matter at that moment. Neither did my blue mouth, the war between us, me being on duty, my brother and Logan being in the kitchen looking at her cat… none of it mattered. Only her.
Just as she started to press her pussy into my thigh, my brother yelled, “That’s not a cat, it’s a freaking mutant. What the hell did you do to it, girl?” Making us break apart, both of us panting against each other’s lips.