The Virtues
- Patience-
Patience is the ability to endure waiting, delay, or provocation without becoming annoyed or upset, or to persevere calmly when faced with difficulties.
She could be patient, she had had to be, she had learnt from an early age that patience was one of the best virtues, and she possessed a lot.
She had been patient from the moment she first laid eyes on him. She knew she was going to have him. She knew she had to have him. She had turned her into foreplay, a complicated dance that he was unaware he knew how to do, drawing it out, making him crazy. She threw beguiling glances over her shoulder, brushed slightly too close to him, leaned in slightly too much, driving herself under his skin until he couldn't take it anymore and she pounced.
"Jethro..." He turned at the sound of her voice, unprepared for the effect his name on her lips would have on him. Before he could question her use of his first name her lips were against his and his traitorous arms wound around her waist.
She hadn't needed to be patient from then on. Not till now, not till she experienced the old familiar stirrings low in her stomach when she had turned to him in MTAC after 6 long years of being apart. The moment she saw his face she knew that she was going to have to wait again. Wait for him to forgive her leaving, wait for him to make the first move, whether he knew he was doing it or not.
She didn't think she would have had to wait this long though, because it was his turn to lean to close, leave lingering touches and glances. But he had shut off for one reason or another, and now she was waiting again. Waiting for the right moment to pounce.
There had been times when her patience had worn thin. When she pushed him against the window in the bullpen and his eyes flickered down to her mouth, she could feel every sinew in her body vibrating with the need to touch him. But she had controlled herself, knowing that he wasn't ready, he was angry with her keeping secrets about La Grenouille, sending Tony undercover.
When she grew tired of waiting, when their complicated form of foreplay grew tiring, she watched him. It was almost enough, almost. She watched him from the catwalk, watching the way he interacting with his team, his family. She felt like an outsider sometimes but she knew it was just a matter of time before she was back in the family unit, back where she belonged.
Watching him parade around with Colonel Mann had been bad enough, but when he turned her down at her doorway she knew she was going to have to be patient a little while longer, just a little while though because there was doubt in his eyes, and there was longing in his voice. He would come to his senses, but for now, she would watch and she would wait...