The scent of hot sex filled the room, leaving a bit of humidity in the air. The balcony doors were open and the soft, cool night breeze of May weather drafted into the room, blowing the curtains gently in its wake. Late night city traffic could be heard on the streets below the building and music from a local jazz bar seemed to waft in with the wind. On the bed lay two lovers. One, the woman, lay on her stomach, her head resting on her crossed arms and a sheet lying on her hips to cover her nude lower half. The other, the man, lay on his back with his forearm draped across his shoulder and his legs spread out, baring himself in a way to cool off from the raunchy, sexual activity he just parted in.

The man, David Rossi, breathed heavily for a few moments while the woman, Erin Strauss, grinned from under the cover of her arms.

"Holy shit, Erin," David exhaled, "where the hell did you learn to do that?"

She laughed beside him and turned on her side, baring her bosom to him and propping her head up on her hand. "It doesn't matter where I learned it. The point is I know how to do it," she retorted.

He nodded his head and didn't respond, still coming down to earth from the amazing orgasm he had just experienced at the hands - and mouth - of his boss.

"So, tell me," she began. She reached her free hand out and used her fingers to draw patterns on his chest. "As if I already don't know the answer, who started the name "Dragon Lady"?"

David removed his arm from his head and turned to look at her. "We don't discuss work unless we're working, Erin," he told her.

"That's not work related," she defended.

"People at work call you the Dragon Lady, therefore making it work related."

"Ugh, you're impossible, David," she scoffed and laid back on the bed to stare at the ceiling. "No wonder we can't get along unless we're... unless you-"

"Unless I'm fucking you senseless?" he finished for her and grinned from ear to ear.

"Do you have to be so-"

"Sexy? Naughty? Perfectly romantic?" he suggested.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Obnoxious was more the word I was looking for," she mumbled.

He ignored her and ripped the sheet from her lower half, letting it land somewhere on the floor and then rolled over so he was lying above her. Erin subconsciously spread her legs to let him settle between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hi, Er," he whispered as he cradled her in his arms.

"Hi, Dave," she whispered back with a smile. "How long as it been? 20 years?"

"Yup," he answered. "20 years ago this March was the last time we were in a hotel together like this."

She bit her bottom lip in thought. "Let me think, it was in Florida, 1991, and we were drunk off our asses."

"No, no, no," he shook his head at her and she frowned. "That was the first time we were together. Did you forget all the months after when we fucked wherever and whenever we wanted?"

"I try to forget that part," she sighed, her fingers absentmindedly brushed through the hairs on his neck.

"And why's that?"

"Cause I was an idiot back then."

He leaned his head down and pressed small kisses to her neck and behind her ear. "Look at where you are, little girl. Are you calling yourself an idiot right now?"

"I had a momentary lapse of judgement tonight and don't call me "little girl". It wasn't cute back then and it isn't cute now," she sighed and pulled his hair so he lifted his head to look at her.

"You had three momentary lapses of judgement, Erin," he told her. "Four if you count -"

"I get the point, David."

They stared at each other for a moment before Erin broke the contact by turning her head to the window to notice the dark blue sky turning a light yellow and orange as the sun began to rise.

"Did we seriously stay up all night talking and-"

"-fucking?"

"Stop interrupting me."

"Why?"

"It's annoying as hell!"

"But I want to bother you."

"There's not a moment in the day when you're not bothering me, David."

"You flatter me."

She rolled her eyes again and he unwrapped his arms from around her, reaching to his shoulders to grab her wrists and then slam them down on the pillow below her head, pinning her beneath him. "David!" she exclaimed in surprise.

"You know," he leaned down and nipped her lips twice before continuing, "I preferred you rolling your eyes at me in a much different manner."

"What are you-"

But he cut her off again, this time with his body instead of his mouth. He rolled his hips into her and she moaned at the feeling of his cock brushing against her core. "Are you up for round five, baby?" he whispered in her ear before nibbling on it.

"Take me, David."

"It's 8:45 am," Erin mumbled tiredly. "I need to get home and shower."

"You can shower here," David suggested, nuzzling his face even more into her breasts, "with me."

She snorted above him. "I'd never get clean that way."

He moaned, "you're no fun."

10 minutes later, Erin and David were dressed finally and making sure they didn't leave anything behind in the hotel room.

"I think that's everything," she said, brushing a stray bang from her eyes.

"Looks like it," David replied, shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants. "But, there is one thing I need to do before we leave this room."

"What?" she asked blindly.

He pressed a hand to the back of her neck and brought his mouth down to hers. Erin dropped the purse that was in her hand and cradled his face in her hands as she deepened the kiss, adding her tongue. After a moment, they parted for air and then silently stepped away from each other to contain themselves.

"I'll head out first," he told her. "Less suspicion."

"Suspicion?" she questioned. "Who the hell could possibly be here that we know?"

"Just a precaution," he shrugged and turned to walk out the door when she called his name out.

"You do know this was just a one time thing, right?" she asked nervously. "A fluke?"

"A momentary lapse of judgement, you mean?" he raised his eyebrow at her, repeating her words from earlier.

"Precisely," she agreed with a smirk.

He waved a hand at her and opened the hotel door. "Don't worry, Erin. We got 20 years of pent up sexual tension out of our systems. That's all." He walked out of the room and down the hall to the elevator. When he finally hit the warm morning air as he exited the hotel, he felt a sudden wave of exhaustion hit him. It had been many years since he had stayed up all night and had sex while doing it. He handed the valet his card and waited down below the steps for his car to be pulled around so he could go home and take a nice long nap and-

"Whoah, Rossi!"

David turned around, holding his jacket with his fingers as it lay slung against his shoulder and back. He raised his eyebrows at the sight of his two coworkers dressed as characters from what he was guessing was a geeky movie and/or tv show.

"Why does this not surprise me?"

End chapter one! Okay so this story is going to be the whole of David and Erin's relationship. Well. Maybe not the whole of it, but bits and pieces that we were cheated out of during season eight. I hope you enjoy! Review, please!