for Baze

It's Duck and Geoffrey's night with Sam and frankly, Kate's bored.

No, not bored.

Horny.

Baze, God love him is taking his time. Because Kate needed him to take his time. Just kissing someone who isn't Jack is a strange thing. It's been...God. Almost a year and a half but she's only now been able to take off her ring. It's somewhere safe and somewhere where she'll always have it but if she's going to do this with Baze she can't touch him wearing her husband's ring.

That is, if they'd get to the touching already. She's not sure how to bring it up. Sex is a huge deal for her. It's been Jack and only Jack for years and years and the feel of another man's hands on her still feels a little wrong. But she wants it.

She takes her time around the house, straightening up, shaving her legs, and stripping down to her bra and underwear in the evening heat when she gets hot. And frustrated. She's half thinking about taking care of things herself when there's a knock on the door. "Shit," she hisses, fumbling for her thin, short robe.

She swings the door open just as she's cinching the tie.