55A/N: So now that mama and papa Blye have figured things out its time for the Deeks' to make some new plans of their own.
She wakes at the feel of his touch. His body pressed up against hers as he brings his lips to her ear. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry."
She rolls around to face her husband and the sight that greets her sends her stomach into knots. He has tears in his eyes, trying hold them back. "I'm sorry, too."
At the soft touch of her hand against his jaw, he relaxes. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
"Promise me something."
"Anything."
He wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her body into his. "Promise we'll never go to bed angry again. No matter how bad a fight or how much we don't want to talk to one another. Promise me we won't ever let something come between us."
That's when it hits her. She missed an entire night with her best friend all because of some stupid argument.
He raises his voice an octave when she comes into the kitchen and nonchalantly asks him if he's ready. "You wanna tell me what this is?"
Her eyes go wide when he holds up the piece of paper, waving it around in the air. "I was going to tell you tonight after your birthday dinner."
"Tell me what?"
"That I applied for a transfer to the LA field office."
"And you weren't going to talk to me, your husband about it first?"
"Oh, just like how you talked to me about your job offer for LA County D.A.'s office?"
"I was still thinking about it."
She's seething now, he has the nerve to keep something so important to himself. He's trying to make a decision on his own. It makes her heart drop at the thought. "Yeah, but here's the thing, you and I are suppose to be thinking about it as partners. It effects both us."
"I can't believe you're acting so crazy."
"Crazy? You think I'm acting crazy?"
He watches her retreating form walk off towards their bedroom. The tenseness set in her shoulders and the tears he saw begin to form in her eyes make him feel like shit. Honestly, what was he thinking? That maybe she wouldn't find out and they could stay here so she could stay at her job. The job that she loves so much even though he would be giving up an opportunity of a lifetime.
By the time he makes into the room to apologize, she's already in bed, sleeping as close to edge as she possibly can. He fucked up. He fucked up big time.
His whole body deflates in defeat as he goes through the motions of getting ready for bed. He keeps his eyes on her form as he takes his shirt off and changes into a pair of shorts, trying to figure out how to make things better.
He gets under the covers, laying on his back as the night envelopes the room. For a few minutes he contemplates reaching out for her to try and reassure both of them that everything will be okay, but he doesn't think he could take her pulling away from him. Letting out a sigh, the lawyer closes his eyes hoping that tomorrow they will sort all of this out.
Fresh tears escape her eyes when she hears his sigh and feels him turn away from her. She thought she was going about this whole thing the right way. He's sacrificed so much for her career and she wants to do the same for him now. Her husband is an amazing man and if he can put her ahead of him then she can do the same.
Her heart is literally aching at this point. Sometimes she thinks that maybe it's their immaturity showing out or it's just them trying to do what they think the other wants, but either way their lack of communication is still a work in progress. "I just wanted to do what you've been doing for me."
"What's that?"
"You've been putting my dreams ahead of yours. It's my turn to be the selfless one, baby."
The sunlight forms a halo around her and he doesn't think he could love her any more than he already does. That is until those words leave her lips. He brings his hand up to her jaw, rubbing his thumb back and forth across her cheek in a soothing motion. "You are my dream."
She leans into the palm of his hand, reveling in his touch. "And you're mine, but I think it's time for us to do this. Time to go back to LA where we belong. Where we can raise a family."
"I would love nothing more than that, sunshine, but you've only been at your job for 6 months and you've worked so hard for this."
"I've worked hard to become an agent and I accomplished that all thanks to you." She rolls on top of him, bringing her face an inch from his. "Now it's your turn to go after your dream job."
He told her early on in their relationship that his dream was to one day work for the LA County D.A.'s office and help change the legal system of Los Angeles one public defender at a time.
She leans forward, whispering in his ear. "It's gonna be so sexy when you do a complete overhaul of the public defenders office."
"Oh, you like that huh?"
"Mmhmmm. You working your way through the ranks." She nibbles on lobe of his ear. "Changing the way the social justice system looks at those who come from more impoverished areas." Just thinking about her man helping those in need sends a bolt of electricity through her body.
"Ba-baby."
"Yeah?"
"Why are you still talking?"
"Well, I was kinda opening you would use one of your many talents to shut me uuuup." She lets out a moan when his hands wrap around her thighs and his fingers make their way between her folds. Magic Hands Marty.
No more words are spoken as the two lovers envelope the moans of the other with their mouths. They continue to work the rest of their clothes off, excitement running throughout both of their bodies at their love for one another and the selflessness of putting the other's needs above their own.
On to the next chapter it is.
A/N: Hope you guys like it! It's just the beginning.
