gunsintheoffice

In the aftermath of the Ghost Riders, the boys were spending most of their nights before the end off school at the Stilinski place, and Melissa had generously...insisted that Chris spend his remaining time in Beacon Hills at her place before he headed back down to Mexico to continue hunting his sister.

Knowing better than to argue, Chris checked out of his motel and took the spare room at the McCall house without complaint. If nothing else, it gave him access to things he grudgingly admitted to missing in his time on the road: home cooked meals, fresh coffee, quiet nights of sleep uninterrupted by highway noise--and showers with great water pressure.

Well, great after Chris took a look at their water heater and tweaked a couple of things. Melissa had been so grateful that she'd kissed his cheek before hurrying off.

Which, of course, reminded him of that kiss in the Wild Hunt--and that wasn't something he was going to be able to get out of his head any time soon.

The house was empty for the moment as he finished a shower for the evening, and thought nothing of padding across the hall from the bathroom to his room. The kiss was so heavy on his mind, he was distracted enough to leave his door ajar as he padded around with nothing but a towel around his waist, rummaging through his bags for fresh clothes.

Melissa McCall didn't have the head for hunting, nor the skills or reflexes. She had the heart for it, though, the mettle and that backbone of steel--everything else could be learned.

And to top it all off, she kissed...well, she could kiss.

Kiss so well, just thinking about it had a broad, ridiculous smile on his face as he stood there, only vaguely extracting a shirt from his duffel, still barechested, still distracted...still feeling, all of a sudden, just how long it had been since he'd been kissed quite like that...