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A cool breeze fluttered through the window of a Brooklyn apartment. It was still dark out but that wasn’t strange for a winter morning. A few stray snowflakes were carried in but they melted long before they hit the ground. Shivers rattled down the spines of the NYPD detectives who were currently trying to steal a few more minutes of sleep. However, the weather had made up it’s mind; Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago had slept for long enough.
“Brrr,” Amy shivered as she rose out of bed slightly. “Why is it so cold in here, babe?” She winced as her bare feet touched the wooden floor of her bedroom but luckily her sensible, and not-at-all old lady-ish, slippers were nearby.
“I don’t know,” Jake, her boyfriend, groaned from beneath his mountain of blankets. “Maybe because someone might have, accidentally, left the window open last night?”
“Well then. ” she stepped away from the now-shut window. “I am so glad that we don’t have work today because I really want to crawl back into bed and make whoever made me all cold warm me up again.” A devilish grin appeared at the edges of her mouth before she dove under the covers and joined her fiancé.
“Amy, NOOOO.” Jake leapt away from the bed, dragging covers with him. “Get your freezing feet away from me, you, heathen.”
Amy erupted into laughter, “That is the fastest I have ever seen you get up. Now get back here with my blankets!”
“Nuh-uh,” Jake had wrapped himself in the duvet and both extra blankets the pair share to prevent fights. He looked like a burrito. “Not until you put some socks on the ice cubes at the end of your legs.” Jake reached down to the pile of clean laundry stacked precariously on top of his dresser and tossed her a pair of his socks.
“Ew, I am not wearing those. There are more holes in them than a cheese grater.”
“Fine!” Jake shuffled over to Amy's drawers and pulled open the top drawer. He stared for a moment, bemused at his fiancée’s intense organizational skills. He was about to get a pair of her fuzzy socks except his hand moved to pull out a bag from the back corner of the drawer. “Whats this?”
“No, Jake, don’t.” But too late. Her incredibly nosey partner had pulled out the lacy pieces from inside. She had bolted across the room and snatched the bag and it’s contents from him. “It’s a gift… for you. For our wedding night.” Jake looked completely dumbstruck.
“Gee, Amy. That’s sweet and all but I don’t think it’s my size.” His cheeky grin lasted all of 2 seconds before she smacked him in the chest.
“Babe, I’m serious.” She sat, defeated, on the edge of the bed. Jake, letting the cocoon of blankets finally fall to the floor,
joined her on the bed. “What if it jinxes.. everything.”
“Ames, you don’t believe in jinxes.”
“I’m still trying to have some semblance of tradition in this chaos of wedding planning.”
“I get that. But you don’t even have a dress yet, how do you know that there won’t be any straps or lines or anything.”
“While I applaud your attention to detail, you did miss the fact that I do, in fact, have my dress.” Jake’s face was priceless.
“Um… no you don’t. I think I would’ve noticed if a chiffon monstrosity had entered our closet.”
“Its at Rosa’s. You think I’d leave it around here for you to Snoop in,” she gestured to the bag in her hand.
Amy shivered violently as another breeze came from somewhere else in the apartment. Jake scooped up the blankets and draped one around the pair, pulling Amy into his side.
“I do know one way we can fix this whole jinx thing.” Amy gazed up at him with her big doe eyes, one eyebrow raised in interest.
“You go and put on that fabulous little thingy and you can treat it like any other set of underwear and then in about ten minutes we have incredibly hot sex. And later, you go buy some brand-new, equally sexy, but completely different lingerie.”
“Puh-lease. Like you could last ten minutes after seeing me in this,” Amy drawled, holding up the bag.
“Oh yeah. I bet I could go all day without even touching you. I’m not a teenage boy who can’t control himself, Ames.”
“Alright then. Looks like we have ourselves a bet. What are the terms?”
“What?!” Jake was horribly aware that his plan had backfired, big time.
“so you aren’t allowed to touch me once I’m in this lingerie and if you do then you have to become...” she paused, “Mr. Jacob Santiago.”
“Come on, Ames. We’re not seriously going to bet our last names on a sex bet?”
They had been bickering constantly about their future moniker almost since the proposal. It had started with a stupid little comment Boyle had made about the “future Mrs. Peralta,” and Amy had snapped back with a quip about “Mr. Jake Santiago” and it had taken off. Now the precinct was divided in their debate. Holt had suggested they keep their respective names, like he and Kevin, but both Jake and Amy liked the idea of being tied together by name.
Boyle, and Rosa's new girlfriend, who got on far too well for anyone’s liking, had spent an afternoon smashing the pairs last names together.
“Jake and Amy Peraltiago, got a nice ring to it doesn’t it, Jane?”
“I love it, what about you, Ro-Ro?”
“I would love it if you and Boyle didn’t call me Ro-Ro.”
“You didn’t seemed to mind nicknames last night, babe,” Jane chirped. “Oh you know you love me.” She said placing a kiss to Rosa’s cheek.
Jake and Amy still couldn’t agree but it never escalated past the playful banter, besides Jake had already decided how it was going to end, by drawing up some name change papers and wrapped them up in festive paper and put them under the Christmas tree in their shared apartment.
“Well, Mr- soon-to-be Santiago if you don’t think you can handle a little pressure…” at the last word her hand slid down his chest and rested in his lap for a mere moment.
“I’m down, if you are. Wait what do I get when I win?”
“In the unlikely event that you win, I will take your last name, obviously.”
They shook hands on the deal and Amy took the small bag into their shared bathroom.
Whilst Amy got herself ready, Jake turned up the thermostat and put on the space heater in the living room. He didn’t want her to freeze her ass off after all.
Jake was definitely excited for this game. He literally had nothing to lose.
Amy was driving herself nuts in the bathroom. She had turned their once gloriously organized vanity into a warzone of make up and hair products. She wasn’t going down without a fight. Taking the time to shave her legs and paint her toenails, she also managed to style her hair into a wave of curls that screamed sex. She also upped her makeup game. If she was going to make Jake drop dead then the bold red lip and smoky eye would definitely do the job. It didn’t seem to matter that they were playing this silly game at 10 o'clock in the morning.
She hoped that Jake had the sense to turn up the heat and also make her a cup of coffee. She was glad that their lack of work meant they slept longer than usual but her body seemed to crave her usual coffee fix.
Amy wrestled with the complex straps and lace cups of the white bra. In part, she was glad that they we’re eliminating this set from their wedding night. She definitely couldn’t imagine Jake having the patience to get this off in one piece. Finally she slid on the soft white panties. Glancing at herself in the mirror, Amy had to conclude that she looked pretty damn good.
Right, let’s go give Detective Jake Peralta a heart attack.