Chapter Text
"I bet I know your face better than you do."
You rolled your eyes. You and your best friend, Jake Peralta, were at the bar, celebrating closing a case which had been a pain in both of your behinds for so long. Now that it wasn't constantly on your minds, you could both afford to kick back and relax. Or, in your terms, get drunk and chat shit for hours then turn up to work the next morning and compare hangovers. Things had escalated pretty slowly until Jake threw his wild bet into the ring. "You're kidding me, right? It's my face." you scoffed, wholly unconvinced by his statement.
"Yeah, and I have to look at it every day." he countered.
You took a swig of beer. "Poor you."
"It is poor me. I've seen Halloween masks that are less frightening than your face on a morning." You knew he was joking but you made sure to punch his arm for good measure. "Ow! (Y/n), you know that's my favourite arm!" he whined.
"Tough. You insulted my favourite face." Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you were aware that didn't make much sense but after a few drinks, you did tend to lose that ability. "Go on then," you challenged, taking another swig of beer, "Ten bucks says you can't find something about my face that I don't know."
"You're on." Jake replied confidently.
"I can do an I.O.U, if you want." you suggested as he began to scan your face. Jake was notoriously bad with money.
"No need because I'm going to win." You raised an eyebrow but didn't say another word. Somehow the way he was looking at you had rendered you speechless and started to heat up your cheeks. He was so focussed with a slight upturn on the left side of his mouth - a look you'd seen many times before when at a crime scene. But this time it felt different. Perhaps the drink was affecting your brain more than usual.
After a few moments, Jake stopped and looked directly into your (y/e/c) eyes. You could see him fighting the smirk on his lips. "You have a small mole just under your lip. On the right side." Your stomach sank. You couldn't remember whether there was a mole there or not. The drink really had addled your mind. "I do." you lied but he caught the slight inflection in your voice.
"Ha ha! I'm right. I am truly the greatest detective alive!" he proclaimed gleefully.
"Where exactly?" you asked shamefully. How could you not remember that mole? He jabbed the spot with his finger.
"There." It felt a bit warm and tingly where he'd touched you. It was the drink, you kept telling yourself. You then noticed how close Jake's face was to yours, a dopey yet smug smile adorning it. The warm, tingly feeling from beneath your lip spread through your entire body. You didn't know what it was - the drink, the atmosphere, the relief of solving the case - but, suddenly, you were grabbing his face and kissing him. Deeper and more passionately than you'd ever kissed anyone before. And he was kissing you back! This was the most bizarre thing that had ever happened but it felt so right. Sadly just as soon as the kiss had started, it was over. Your whole body felt so warm and fuzzy, and the alcohol definitely had nothing to do with it. Jake's face held a blissful expression; one you'd never seen him use before. "Well, I feel like that's been a long time coming." he said, breaking the silence. "Really?" You looked so confused. He chuckled and pressed a kiss on your forehead, and you didn't understand how your body could generate so much heat. "By the way, there isn't a mole where I said there was."