A Taste of Spring

Spring's smile was hesitant but she inched out of the booth. Dez backed away enough for her to stand but offered his hand in assistance.

"What?" Summer walked up. "You guys trying to dip without me?"

Spring looked at Summer and made some sort of gesture with her hand and shook her head. Usually, Dez found insight and had fun watching the sometimes subtle, often obvious, secret exchanges between friends and family with interest. Usually... But with his mind occupied with Fallon, he didn't bother to dissect what transpired between Spring and Summer.

"You don't have to see us home Dezmond. We arrived on our own and we can get home just fine." Spring moved into him to give him a hug.

Dez squeezed her tight enough to convey his disappointment, then let her go. And he was disappointed. He hoped that he could convince Spring to go home with him. He hated to admit it, but the need to feel her, to hear her alluring whimpers, and know that he was the one pleasing her was damn near overwhelming. Two months of not having her in his bed were torture.

"Yeah," Summer said in agreement but her brows rose in question, "we're big girls. We can see ourselves home."

Dez nodded and chuckled out a halfhearted laugh but didn't move to leave. He didn't want to leave them but... A soft hand caressed his cheek then left a heated trail as it moved behind his ear to rest on the back of his neck. His hands found her waist. She only had to give the slightest nudge for him to move forward and he willingly did so. When Dez touched and tasted Spring's mouth, he actually sighed as he relaxed into the kiss.

That wasn't nearly enough, he complained internally when she pulled away too soon. He wanted so much more.

"I'll see you when I get back from California, alright?"

"Of course," Dez said as he gave her hips a reaffirming squeeze.

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SPRING

could muster, a skill that she

she didn't pick

she was taught-or playing up her sexuality like Summer-to get what she wanted, she had

the television. The flat screen sat on a shelving unit in the old apartment but was affixed to the wall in this one, thanks to the guy who lived across

...her exact words.

guy, they're saying

interest. She shifted to get a view of the television. "You mean the guy who killed Clara Warner?

"Not think, sweetie,

the one they dubbed the Blue Candy Killer. Twenty some odd minutes later the report ended, but Summer's attention was still glued to the television. Whatever it was, either the fact that the killer was now in their city, or that she actually found something interesting about the macabre case, Summer

concern in Spring's

"Yeah," Summer answered.