Hes watching her. When theyre in the lab and shes going over evidence. He leans against the table a few feet away from her as she looks at a slide under the microscope.
Its something shes never quite gotten used to since theyve been partners. Hell cant his head just so. And look. He does much more watching than is necessary or reasonable.
A weaker person would have cracked. As it is, she feels slightly unnerved (something shes only admitted to Ingrid under sworn secrecy) and, if she allows herself to really think about it, excitement.
Tehama, however, does not think about such things, nor the feelings that bubble up inside her. If she happens to feel weak in the knees, well, thats because shes been standing all day. Nothing more, nothing less.
She sucks in a deep breath and looks at him. A shiver runs down her spine and she smiles. The hairs match. Diego Sanchez is the smuggler.
Hes pleased, she can see it in his eyes. And something else. Pride. Pride that his partner was able to crack the case theyd been working so hard on and it takes her breath away.
She stands frozen as he leans into her, looking at her with those eyes, and tugs on her hair affectionately, Good job. Ill go tell Vallejo and with that hes gone. She spends the next five minutes trying to remember to breathe.... More Cartoon Sex Stories...