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The sun was barely peeking through the window as Street first opened his eyes. He glanced around the room, noting it was still pretty early, before his gaze landed on the sleeping figure beside of him.
After five years, he was finally waking up next to Chris… the woman he had loved for nearly as long as he'd known her. She looked so peaceful, and he took a moment to study her beautiful features.
Street moved his body behind hers, wrapping an arm around her slim waist and smiling as she started to stir. "Good morning," he mumbled into her hair.
Chris smiled at him over her shoulder. "Good morning yourself, Long Beach." She turned around long enough to press a soft kiss to his lips, then curled back into his arms.
Street couldn't begin to describe how amazing this was. Just the feeling of holding her in his arms was better than he ever thought possible… and thinking back to last night, it was beyond belief.
Normally, he would be talking this moment to death, running his mouth like Chris said he always did… but right now, he found that words paled in comparison to how he was feeling. Instead, he pulled Chris back tighter against him and buried his face in her neck. She smelled so good and he wished he could stay like this forever.
After a few moments, Street was close to dosing off again, but Chris, though barely audible, spoke up. "Thank you for giving me another chance."
His heart melted at the rarely seen soft side of her, and he placed a kiss to the side of her neck. "Always, Chris. I know it didn't seem like it for a while, but I never gave up on us."
This time, Chris turned over completely and pushed Street onto his back. Her lips were fused to his within seconds and he moaned at the feeling. He could never get enough of Chris, and the taste that was uniquely her. She straddled his hips and he started running his hands up and down her thighs.
Last night, she let him take over, knowing how desperate he was for it… but now it was her turn and Street had no complaints. It didn't take long for them to become completely immersed in each other, and Street still had a hard time believing this was real.
Before it could go any further, a door closing loudly in the living room snapped them out of their moment. Chris breathlessly pulled back and cast a confused look down at Street. "That sounded like the front door? Is Luca just now coming in?"
As Chris rolled off of him, he sat up and looked at the clock. 6:52. "I guess so. I know he went to Terry's last night, but I figured if he stayed he'd just go to HQ from there." He lightly grabbed her hand before she could go anywhere. "Are you okay with him knowing you're here?" He didn't mind their friend finding out, but he didn't want to do anything to make Chris uncomfortable.
She smiled at him, and he couldn't help but reach up and tuck a piece of dark hair behind her ear. "Yes, I'm okay with it. First off, I don't want to hide us anymore… and also, Luca seems to be a pretty big supporter of us."
Street chuckled, remembering the conversation he had with Luca just a while ago. "Yeah, he's definitely a fan."
Chris got up from the bed and started gathering her clothes. "We need to get up anyways… we can't be late." She shot him a grin. "Mind if I borrow a shirt? Mine's still out in the hall, and I really don't want Luca seeing me like this."
Street raked his eyes up and down her body as she pulled on her pants and bra. He grabbed his own pants then pulled a t-shirt out of his drawer for Chris to put on.
It was one of his gray Long Beach PD shirts, and it went halfway down Chris' thighs. Street smiled at the sight, something he hoped to see forever, and pulled her into his arms for a moment. Now that he was able to do this, he wasn't sure how to keep his hands off of her.
Luca's voice was suddenly booming through the house. "Street, c'mon! You're going to be late for today's drills! I know you're not alone in there, but you need to get a move on!"
Street and Chris both chuckled before heading to the door. Chris had taken a cab last night, so she assumed Luca hadn't figured out who Street had in his room... especially since he was supposed to have had a date with that Darcey, or whatever her name was. Chris didn't want to put too much thought into her.
The couple made their way into the main area of the house, Chris picking up the discarded clothing in the hall.
Luca was currently in the kitchen, his back to the two of them. "Morning.. I'm going to fix a smoothie, but that's about all we have time-" He cut himself off as he finally turned around. "Chris?!" His eyes were wide with shock, but only for a moment, then he was suddenly grinning from ear to ear. "It's about damn time!"
Chris and Street shared an amused look before being enveloped in a group hug from their friend.
"I'm so happy for you guys!"
Street was the first to speak up. "Thanks, Luca. That means a lot."
Chris nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it does… and I'm sorry for what I said to you yesterday. I really do appreciate the advice you gave, but I handled it all wrong."
"Hey, no worries, Chris. I get it. I'm just glad you two finally got everything together." He smiled at them again before moving back to the blender. "Seriously though, you guys need to get ready. Hondo put early morning training drills on the schedule, so get your asses in gear."
Street held up his hands in mock defense. "Okay, okay, we heard you. We won't be late."
"Good. Chris, are you going to ride in with Street? I didn't see your jeep out front. All I saw was the pile of clothes in the hall."
Chris blushed before turning to Street in silent question.
"I'll get her there, Luca. Don't worry." He smiled and winked at her.
"Okay, well I'll leave a smoothie for both of you, then I'm heading out."
They both thanked their friend and turned back to the bedroom to get ready for shift. Chris shut the door behind them. "If you're going to shower, do you mind if I take a quick one after you?"
Street's eyes lit up as he turned to her with a sly grin. "I know a way we could save some time."
She chuckled as he eagerly grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the bathroom.