My bosoms weren't heaving, were they??
By tango_4_two
Summary: Sheridan's thoughts on Luis and their tango as she's driving home.
Oh! The nerve of him! To arrest me and then to make-out with me!(Granted it was just a peck! And he was blindfolded. . . Ooh, the possibilities. . . God! And then, then he says I set it up! Me? Hardly! (Like I have to trick men into kissing me.)(Good lord he has the softest lips!) (Wow!) And then, to add salt to injury(Or however that goes), he had the nerve to say I can't tango. I showed him! And he showed me! I have never seen anyone dance like that! That good, that skilled! Maybe it wasn't skill but passion. Well, whatever it was, it was incredible. And this time I got to see his eyes. He's got the most
incredible eyes I've seen (For an arrogant jerk that is!) I mean, wow! They're so dark and deep and honest about what he feels (And just what was he feeling as we tangoed I ask you Sheridan Crane?) They're just so different than the fair blue eyes that I see in the mirror every morning. The ones that haven't shown any emotion in the longest time. I mean, the look in his eyes, it, it was like he was trying to figure out what was going on inside my head. He was just show determined to show me that he could do it! Listen to
me! Uggghhhhh! Sheridan, get over it! You sound like those cheesy Fabio romance novels Gwen hides in her purse. 'With her heaving bosoms she fell into his man arms' Ha!(My bosoms weren't heaving, were they??)