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…And the winner is
By Berg
Part 4
Jo opened the door. "hey," she smiled. Her discomfort was noticed immediately by Blair.
"I bring ice cream and cookies," Blair held up a bag hoping to see a smile form on her best friend's face. Sure enough…
"No complaints here," Jo grinned gesturing for Blair to come inside.
"You ready to talk?"
"I'm ready. I've been ready."
"She didn't!" Blair laughed.
"Oh yeah. Right in the middle of my first girl-girl kiss, Mrs. G. comes strolling into the living room. I don't know who was more shocked…her or me," Jo laughed as she scooped more ice cream up and placed some in Blair's bowl. "Extra Oreo's…I know."
"Thank you," Blair laughed. "So…Rick?"
"Ah yes," Jo nodded. "Rick was…well let's say Rick was my failed attempt to live out what I thought should be my normal life."
"You know that explains a lot. Mrs. Garret always seems uneasy about the two of you."
"Well she knew I was lying to myself. And him."
"Does he know?"
"After about the fourth month, I guess my unhappiness was more than clear to him. He sat me down, told me he loved me," Jo took a breath and wiped a stray tear, "and that all he wanted was for me to be happy. And if he wasn't the one making me happy, what could he do to fix it?"
"You told him?"
"I did."
"Did he freak out?"
"No," Jo smiled slightly. "He said it actually explained a lot."
"I know the two of you have remained good friends since the divorce. I never understood how you could do it. Now I can see why and how."
"He's a great man. And he's with a great woman now, someone who loves him, is devoted to him. They have a beautiful son. She's everything he deserves and more."
"And what about you Jo?" Blair asked seriously.
"What about me?" Jo laughed. "I got a great job I come home to." Blair knew her friend was joking, but that didn't stop her from treading down this path. Not now. Not when she was so close.
"What I mean to say is, what about your happiness? What about everything you deserve?"
"I'm happy," Jo answered honestly. And it was honest. She was happy. Every time she got the chance to spend time with Blair, she was happy and content…and complete.
"Are you complete?"
Jo's eyes shot up. "Well…that depends on how you look at life I guess," she placed her bowl down. "I've got family, friends, a good job where I make a difference. So yeah…I'm pretty complete."
"Do you want," Blair bit the side of her lip unsure how to ask the next question. "Do you hope to have your own family some day?"
"Sure," Jo smiled her infamous grin. "Someday. God willing," she winked. "You're grilling me pretty hard here Warner. What's the deal?" Jo asked.
"I was just curious."
Curious huh?
"Speaking of curious," Jo watched Blair for a moment. "How about you?"
"Me?"
"Yeah. You feeling complete?"
"As much as one can I suppose," Blair nodded. "Like you I have a wonderful job, family and friends…I have you. There isn't too much more I could ask for."
"I'd say a million dollars, but in your case…" Jo waved her hands. "That's chump change."
"Watch it. Or else."
"Or else what?"
"Just you wait and see."
"You are threatening an officer of the law? That'll get you hand cuffed and thrown in the back of a squad car there Warner," Jo laughed.
"What will assaulting an officer get me?"
"You don't want to…" WHAM. For an officer and someone who was suppose to have 'keen' detective skills Jo never saw the pillow coming.
"You're dead Princess," Jo leaped over the table tackling Blair who was laughing hysterically at the look of shock on her best friend's face. "Go on and laugh it up…" Jo settled on top of Blair, knees on each side of her. "You're mine now."
Blair watched her with an amused look. "So I am. What are you going to do with me?"
"I'm not sure," Jo said, enjoying her position over Blair. "Normally I'd have back-up."
"I don't think I'd let anyone else get this close," Blair reached and brought her hands up behind Jo's neck, pulling her down. The kiss was long, slow. Neither woman was in a rush to see it end. Finally Jo pulled back only inches.
"You kissed me? Why?"
"Because I wanted too. Because it felt right. Because…now I know you feel the same way about me that I've felt about you. And this," she gestured between the two of them. "This completes me Jo. Now kiss me again before I hit you with another pillow." Jo leaned down and kissed Blair again, moaning as she felt the blond's legs wrap around her waist. She broke the kiss one more time.
"You're sure?" she asked still slightly shocked.
"For a detective…you're thick," Blair smiled as she reached down and traced her hands along Jo's bottom, bringing them up to her chest, and tracing circles over soft mounds. "Now are you going to keep asking questions or make a move officer?"
Jo didn't say one more word all night…except calling out Blair's name a few times.
Okay.
Eight times. But who was counting?
Oh yeah. Blair was.
"Hello?" Jo answered the phone.
"Jo it's Tootie. Natalie told me everything. We're on our way over."
"What time is it?" Jo could feel the warm arm tucked around her waist.
"10 a.m. Are you still sleeping?"
"No. We're up…I mean…I'm up. I'm up."
"I'm so sorry Jo," Tootie sighed. "That stupid award…I've ruined everything haven't I?"
Jo looked to a sleeping Blair. "Naaaaa. In fact Tootie…I think things just got a lot clearer."
The End