Author's note: Before you read this story I have to make a few notes about it. First off originally this was going to be an oneshot BUT I couldn't seem to leave it well enough alone. It just kept going and going, its about 10,000 words so I split it into two parts because seriously who would want to read a 10,000 word chapter. So that's why its been split up. I posted both parts together since it was going to be an oneshot anyways that way you don't have to wait around for me to post part 2. Secondly the first part there is some smut I was told it's slightly sexy so if that's not your thing...you may wish to skip the end of part 1. Third and finally this story was spun in my head after Razgovor happened so I'd say this story takes place around that time in the series.

Thank you Elaine for always talking with me and getting my jumbled mess of thoughts together as well as proofing this for me XOXOXOXOXOXOXO. And to everyone...I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I normally forget these darn things so this time I'm not going too. I do not own anything from Person of Interest, I just enjoy taking Reese and Carter out to play together };P

"Where am I, and why am I here?"

"Ms. Shaw, please just enter that apartment number." She pulled her lock pick out, grateful she never left home without one.

"So is this our new number?" she queried as she picked the lock.

"Well not exactly." She opened the door easily. She pulled out her gun from the waistband of her pants and entered the apartment. It was filled with light from the morning sun. She noted that it was one giant room, however, a bed towards the left caught her eye.

"Well, well, well what do we have here?" She took in the sight before her as she moved closer to the king sized bed, currently being slept in.

"Ms. Shaw, is John alright? It's not like him to be late and not answering his phone." She could clearly hear the worry in Finch's voice.

"Reese is fine, he's just sleeping with his 'just friend' Carter." She announced as she eyed the pair in bed together. Shaw took in the way they spooned together; she noticed the possessive way Reese was holding the woman to him. The masculine comforter wrapped around their hips, Reese was shirtless and Carter was still wearing a black lace bra. She wondered if these two fucked. Probably not, knowing these two who seemed to both equally enjoy depriving themselves of something they both wanted.

She looked around the apartment, gathering evidence, trying to decide what happened between the 'just friends', her eyes zeroed in on the forgotten empty glasses next to two bottles of champagne. She moved over to coffee-table, making note that their shoes were kicked off here, so they spent a lot of time on the couch talking, and getting cozy. She picked up the two empty bottles of champagne that they went through. Hmmm, they were celebrating something, drank a lot of champagne, clearly kicked off their shoes in their intimate celebration for two, and then climbed into bed together. But that didn't mean Reese finally nailed his officer, that just meant the two had enough to drink. She moved slowly closer to the bed, careful not to wake the pair, she had more evidence gathering to do. Or maybe they did fuck as she picked up Reese's underwear in the mess of their clothing with a wide grin.

It seemed Finch had finally found his voice from his apparent shock because his squeaky voice filled her ear. "Mr. Reese is in bed with Jocelyn? Oh dear, Ms. Shaw, you must leave now."

"I don't think so Finch; you wanted me to find Reese for you and I did. Now I get to have a little fun." She pulled her earpiece out of her ear smirking while Finch was calling her name still with a high pitch tone. "Wakey wakey!" she shouted and both Carter and Reese jumped a mile. They both sprung apart and sat up straight in bed. Carter held a hand to her chest another to her forehead. Reese looked dazed. She slid her gaze back to his living room seeing the empty bottles of booze.

"So Reese, do you do this with all your just friends?"

"Shaw? What are you doing in my apartment?" he rubbed at his forehead and blinked as if trying to clear a headache. These two were clearly hungover.

"Finch was worried about you, I guess it's not like you to be late and not call like a little boy scout, so he asked me to come make sure you were alright." She put her gun back in the waistband of her pants, before holding up his underwear before twirling it with her fingers. "I guess this answers the question boxers or briefs, you wear boxer-briefs." He scowled at her in true Reese form. His blue eyes turned icy, he wasn't in the mood for her teasing. She knew he must have a hell of a hangover, but she was enjoying herself too much to stop. "I always figured you were a boxers man myself." She smirked at his dark look, she wasn't caught with her pants down, literally. What she found interesting was the looks they were sending one another. From Carter's covert look at Reese, and Reese's similar covert look at Carter, neither one was as hungover as she first thought.

"Shaw, can you tell Finch I'll be there shortly?" The look in his eyes told her not to mess with him, his tone of his voice was irritated that she was even there. His words were her cue to leave, but she wasn't going to take it. She wanted to see how these two were going to play this, so she decided to piss off Reese in the process just a little bit more.

"Reese, you're in a lousy mood this morning! I'd hoped that you two banged each other, but judging by your bad attitude I don't think so. Surely nailing Carter like you want to would put a smile on that face." Shaw smirked at his incredulous look. Carter and Reese slid each other looks before looking away, causing Shaw to roll her eyes. These two were going to be annoying. They were going to play pretend with one another that they didn't want to jump each other's bones! This was why she was damned glad she didn't get feelings, why couldn't they just fuck already? She was going to spike Reese's drink with a whole bottle of Viagra, lock these two in a fucking closet, and let nature take over.

"Get out of my apartment," he snarled.

"We've got Reese in his birthday suit, you nearly in yours, Carter; so what did happen last night if you two didn't screw each other?"

"Get. Out. Now." She threw him his underwear which smacked him in the chest. She smirked before making her way to the door without another word. She would finish pissing Reese off about his just friend at the library. She exited his apartment, hearing the deathly silence before she stepped away from his apartment.

He sat in his bed staring at Carter. This wasn't how he envisioned himself waking up to her in bed. His head hurt, his mouth felt drier than a desert, but he remembered every single thing that happened last night. He shifted his eyes onto her beside him. His eyes skimmed down to her breasts encased in the black lace bra. The bra left very little to the imagination he could see her nipples. He groaned to himself when his erection got harder. Damn it her scent was everywhere, on his sheets, on his pillows, on his skin and he couldn't do anything but inhale it.

"Uh…" was all she managed and he drew his gaze from her, silently cursing himself for creeping her out. He had been staring at her unblinkingly but he couldn't help it. She was a Goddess, she was perfect in every conceivable way, and he was having a hard time not staring at her. Her eyes slid to his and both their eyes flew to opposite sides of his apartment. "D-do you remember anything John?" He felt kicked in the gut. She didn't remember last night. Why did he think she would? She was a tiny thing; clearly she was a lightweight in the alcohol department. How was he going to explain last night? How was he going to explain why he had climbed into bed with her, why he had decided to take his underwear off? None of it made sense now but at the time it did, but he did have a slight buzz going and everything made sense last night. Like baring his soul. He had told her about his previous life he had opened up to her in a way he never did to anyone. She didn't remember and now he was embarrassed at how much he revealed, thanks to loose lips.

He didn't know what to say or do so he chose the best choice of action as of right now. "No, you?" he lied.

"No."

"What do you remember, Carter?"

"I remember you inviting me to your apartment for drinks." Okay that had been the beginning of their night. He had impulsively invited her over after a long day of saving a number, learning more of HR secrets, and she was getting closer to finding out who was the head was of HR. It was a mini celebration for them, she had been shocked to get an invitation back to his apartment, and he had been shocked to give it. But they felt like a team last night, working together, and everything worked out in the end and he wanted to savor the moment.

"Me too, I remember stopping at a store to get bottles of champagne for us."

"Yeah me too." She agreed. "I remember us toasting to the demise of HR, getting retribution against them for what they have done to us. That much I do remember. It's after all the drinking that things get a bit fuzzy." He sighed, this morning wasn't how he envisioned this would go, he had meant to wake up before her and slide out of bed so not to freak her out. But thanks to Shaw that wasn't an option. Now he had to sit here, talk about last night, butt naked with a hard on. "Do you have underwear on? Please tell me that those are Shaw's version of a joke?" she pointed to his underwear that lay forgotten in his lap on the comforter. He knew it wasn't but he wasn't supposed to remember so he lifted the comforter up to look.

"No joke."

"Okay so you're completely naked." He turned to look at her when she didn't sound as entirely upset by the news as he thought she would be, and noticed that her gaze wasn't on his face but rather his chest.

"Nothing happened, Carter." He felt the need to reassure her. He didn't wish to lose her as a friend over this. He wouldn't take advantage of a woman or a friend of his. Even if he had a slight buzz going he had been full aware of what was going on last night, even if she was drunker than a skunk. "I wouldn't take advantage of you." That got her windows-to-the-soul to slide from his chest to stare into his eyes.

"I know that," she said quietly. "But how can you be so sure nothing did happen between us?" He wasn't sure how to answer the question. It felt like a trick question. Was she testing him to see if he actually knew what happened last night?

"We're friends, even drunk we wouldn't have slept together." He assured her. She wouldn't touch the likes of him with a ten foot pole drunk or not. Not that he blamed her one bit for it.

"Right, just friends, can't forget that." She looked away, running a hand through her mussed hair. She didn't sound as relieved as he thought she would be.

He eyed her profile, that wasn't what he had been expecting. Actually she even sounded upset at his reassurance that they were friends. "It's what we are, aren't we?"

"Of course we're friends, you got my back and I have yours." She assured him, not meeting his gaze. He reached out gently brushing her chin with his fingers, turning her face so he could look into her eyes. Her eyes fell to his mouth, he felt like he was in quicksand and sinking deeper. He leaned toward her, giving her time to tell him to stop, giving her time for her to allow reality to settle in. But she didn't ask him to stop, she closed her eyes instead and leaned forward the rest of the way. He sat stunned as their lips connected briefly before they pull pushed back slightly to stare into each other's eyes.

"Joss," it was a plea, for what he couldn't say for sure, but he captured her lips with his this time kissing her with more intensity that she matched. Her tiny hands brushed his cheeks as she kissed him back. Her lips were so soft, the softest he ever felt before, and he gentled his kiss. His left hand slid into her hair, cupping her neck, before angling his head to the side. She moaned sending a spike of arousal through him, all the way down to his cock that had been hard since waking with Jocelyn Carter in bed with him.

He teased the seam of her lips with his tongue and was rewarded with a gasp from her and her mouth immediately opened wide. But she didn't wait for him, her tongue swept out and met his. He tightened his hold on her as he moaned softly, loving that she wasn't shy. She knew what she liked and how she liked it. He felt hands in his hair, pulling him down on top of her, and he laid snuggly between her legs. His rock hard erection touching her dampening panties, a buzzing lit in his ears, and alarm bells rang in his head. Friends, friends, don't take advantage, we are just friends. But even as the bells rang in his head he couldn't seem to rein himself in. Her mouth was so wet, so soft, so damned delicious.

Her hands that had been in his hair ran down his spine, dipped past the small of his back, and grabbed his butt. He ground into her, and she broke the kiss to groan as she lifted up. He leaned on his forearm to reach down and tug her bra down exposing her breasts to him. He leaned down and caught a tight nipple between his teeth, softly nipping her. Her nails dug into his butt, hard.

"John," her soft rasp of his name was so god damned hot. He released her nipple from between his teeth to kiss it before he sucked on it. Her skin was so lovely, so smooth. She had raced her hands now up and down his back tracing the curvature of his spine with her nails. Her knees were drawn up, her legs spread wide apart as he laid between them, and they were touching intimately. He sucked harder on her nipple, loving it before releasing it from his mouth. She moaned in protest, her hands immediately grabbing his cheeks trying to push him back on her breast, making him smile against her skin. He kissed, licked, and trailed his tongue across the valley between her breasts while staring up at her. He settled onto her other breast to lavish it with the same loving attention as the other had received. He loved the way it hardened against his tongue. Her back arched, their pelvises collided together harder, and he moaned. He slid his right hand down her sleek body and fingered the elastic of her panties.

He relinquished his hold on her nipple, trying to break through the fog that was hazing his brain. The headache from his hangover was still very much there, but desire for this woman was eradicating any functioning thought processes. "Joss, if you want me to stop…"

"You stop, you die." She captured his lips with hers and he moaned as their tongues tangled, again he slid his hand into her panties and moaned sharply at the wetness coating his fingers. Her moan he swallowed as he fingered her entrance, loving the way her legs clenched. He teased her not sliding his finger into her. His thumb brushed ever so softly over her clitoris and her entire body jumped at the touch. They broke apart. "Please,"she whimpered. But he removed his hand from her panties and sat back. His comforter falling off of them, and she stared at his erection. She reached down and grabbed him.

Her tiny hand made him look even longer and bigger than he actually was. She stroked from his engorged tip to the base of his cock and he beat his fist into the mattress beside her. She grinned up at him as if realizing her power over him. He found himself rolled onto his back. Her mouth was sucking, licking, and circling the skin of his chest. She traced several scars he had before she bit at his hip, all the while her hand stroked him.

He had grown harder than he ever thought possible as she stroked him with a light rhythm. She sat between his legs, his eyes cast downwards where she held him in her hands and she smiled up at him.

"Come here," he whispered gruffly, trying to reach down for her, but she just shook her head. She warded off his hand and applied firmer pressure, making him moan and making him forget about stopping her.

"You'll like this, I promise," she assured as he felt her breath on him. He looked down between his legs and Joss was eyeing him as she pressed light kisses to his cock. He couldn't handle it if she went down on him. She stopped the teasing kisses and sucked just his tip in between her luscious lips. John decided he lost brain function in that moment because all he could manage to say or do was moan her name. She worked an inch more of him into her warm, wet mouth. She was taking him into her mouth slowly and he fought the urge to ram himself into her mouth.

"Joss, stop." He tried to work his jaw, forming words was taking a lot of work, a lot more than it should. Her hand held him steady for her as her mouth, lips, and tongue was slowly but steadily making him want to explode. Her tongue assaulted him from all sides. Every time he thought he figured out what she was going to do she changed it. She would trace a vein up and down or she licked at the head of his penis each time she ascended. Or she would take the underside of her tongue and trail it across his hard length. "Harder," he moaned without meaning too. She listened as she sucked hard on him and hummed, sending vibrations down his cock. Her lips pressed firmer into him adding to his enjoyment. She learned what he enjoyed as she stroked fast and sucked him hard. He grabbed her hair when he felt the tension inside him nearly snapping. He wanted to be inside her not in her mouth when he came.

"Mmmm, mmmm, good." He laughed softly as she looked up at him licking her lips, her mouth inches from his weeping cock that begged for her affections again. She licked his tip at the gathering pre-cum. "Someone was close wasn't he?" she shot him a grin as she slid up his body. Her confidence in herself, her way about her was so god damned hot. He quickly rolled them over and grabbed the elastic of her panties. He slid his hands down her long damned legs that seemed to go on for miles. He flung the panties over his shoulder while she undid her bra flinging the unwanted fabric onto the floor. "This is really happening right, this isn't some damned erotic dream about you again, and I'm going to wake up unsatisfied, is it?"

"No dream." He moaned as he leaned down and captured her lips. And no way could he stop now. He needed to be inside this woman but first he wanted to taste her. He knew she was going to taste so damned good. He broke the kiss to trail wet kisses on her chin, down her neck, between her breasts, to her belly button, and he settled himself between her thighs. Her legs slid over his shoulders, and he settled in slowly. He kissed her and felt a hand slide into his hair. He parted her folds and licked from the top of her glistening vulva all the way to her entrance. He dipped the tip of his tongue between her inner lips, feeling her wetness against his tongue, and making her cry in ecstasy in the process. Her nails dug into his scalp as her hips rose, he pulled away kissing her inner thigh even as she cursed him. He blew on her, loving the squirming reaction she did at the feeling of his breath on her hot and wet sex. He flattened his tongue to lick as much of her as he could. He was exploring her beautiful vulva, loving the treasures there, and by the cries of his name she was enjoying it immensely herself. She trembled and his cock throbbed as he tried to ignore his own need to bury himself into her. He wanted her to enjoy this.

He drew her clitoris into his mouth and sucked gently, he slid his hands up cupping her breasts teasing her rock hard nipples with his fingers as he nuzzled closer to her if possible. The hands that had been in his hair fell away and he watched her through hooded eyes. Her back arched, her hands desperately grabbed at his pillows, her hips were rolling as she sought his mouth more and more, he knew she was close. He wanted to watch her climax, wanted to feel it against his mouth. He sucked harder on her sensitive and swollen clit. Her entire body tensed, she was on the edge, and with one gentle push he knew she would tumble over it. He skimmed his teeth against her while his rhythmic sucking sent her off.

Her entire body jerked and jumped. He abandoned his playful teasing of her nipples as he continued to suck on her, to grab her hips as she ground up into his mouth nearly giving him whiplash as she tried to get closer to his mouth. He wanted to prolong her orgasm. He kept steady pressure as he sucked, his name was cries and near sobs as she shuddered beneath his mouth. He felt the spasms rock her, the desperate way she now clawed to get away from his mouth, knowing the feeling of him sucking harder on her must be overwhelming right now. Once he was sure he had wrung every last whimper and spasm of her orgasm from her was when he kissed her gently before kissing her inner thigh and sat up. She sat up grabbing his neck and kissed him. She moaned as he shared her taste with her, she seemed almost mindless with one objective now, as was he. She grabbed him nearly sending him over the edge. He broke the kiss.

"No touching, I'm too close."

"Get it in me now or you'll be coming in my mouth in two seconds." She leaned back on her hands, her heels digging into the mattress, her ass just above the bed. He got to his knees between her legs and their eyes connected.

"Protection?" he didn't have any condoms in his apartment since he never brought anyone there.

"I'm on the pill." He grabbed her hip with one hand then grabbed his throbbing shaft with the other needing more than anything to bury himself inside her. He knew he was what he believed to be an average sized man, but he didn't want to hurt her. He teased her entrance with the tip of his penis, and he was groaning at the slick wetness coating her. Her head leaned back as she shared in it. Her hips jerked forward wanting more. He inched himself into her a bit more, stretching her and she gasped. "John, you're killing me here," she panted.

"I don't want to hurt you." His breath hitched as she clenched around him and he wasn't even fully in her yet.

"You feel so good," she ground out as he inched himself inside her. She exhaled roughly. "Move faster."

"But…"

"Not experiencing any pain, but I'm going to die if you aren't inside me this instant." He flexed his hips thrusting himself into her, hearing her startled moan at him filling her deeply. She was perfect. She fit him like a glove she was warm and so tight. She fell onto the bed her hands seemingly unable to keep her up. He grabbed her hips before withdrawing from her to plunge back in hard and deep. She was beautiful as her dark hair fanned across his pillow, the sweat slicking her dark beautiful body, the way her eyes glossed over with the sexiest sexed up look he ever saw in his life. His speed picked up, but he didn't stop the deep penetrating strokes. She seemed to love feeling him deep inside her.

He tried to ignore the tightening in his loins. He wanted to be inside her more, he didn't want to come yet. He just got inside her, but all their foreplay, all their teasing of one another was taking its toll on him and her. The way her sex clutched him inside her like a fist, the way she moaned, and trailed a hand between her legs to strum her clitoris meant she was close to another orgasm. He watched her, listened to her cries of his name, as she got closer and closer. He urged her hips up, angling her a bit so he could fuck her deeper and harder as he began pounding himself into her.

"J-oh-n!" her startled gasp at the new angle was sexy, he gripped her hips tight as his stroked in and out at a dizzying pace. The sound of his skin slapping hers, their panting breaths, and their moans was the only sounds in the apartment. He leaned his head back as her cries were loud just as her second orgasm rocked her. She clenched around him, her spasms rippled across his penis, and there was no stopping his own orgasm. He slammed into her one final time, and then stiffened as he shouted her name in response as his orgasm blew apart his brain. His penis jerked inside her as he spilt himself into her, her greedy sex sucking at him, and he couldn't get enough of her. The aftershocks of his orgasm lasted for several minutes and when her cries quieted he slumped on top of her.

They both quietly laid together as they struggled to regulate their breathing and to comprehend what the hell just happened. He had just slept with Carter, a woman he was highly attracted too, but was hell bent on keeping it purely platonic between them. He didn't want to lose her. Well you did a bang up job of keeping it strictly platonic, his mind sniped and he sighed inwardly at himself.

"John?"

"Yeah?" here it comes, her anger over what just happened, or worse yet…regret.

"We need to get drunk more often," she said good naturedly. He softly laughed as his breathing slowly regulated. "So do you do this with all your just friends?" He lifted his head from her chest where he had laid it. She had a smile on her face as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"You overheard Shaw and me that night?"

"Yeah, remember we were on a three way."

"Right," of course she had heard. She hadn't let onto the fact that she had overheard him try his might at deflecting Shaw. "Joss," she shushed him with a finger to his lips.

"We're not just friends, maybe we never were." He opened his mouth and sucked her finger into his mouth. She softly gasped as he eyed her thoughtfully. He released it to kiss the palm of her hand to roll off of her. She snuggled into his side, and he stared down at her. He knew he needed to get up, to get going to the library, and help with whatever new number they might have. But he just wanted another moment to feel her, gaze at her; worried that by the time they left his apartment to get on with their day she would somehow regret it. He needed to ask her one thing before the real world butted in.

"Where do we go from here?"

"I don't know, but whatever we do decide to do about whatever this is between us, you'll always have me."

"You had me the moment we met, Joss, and ever since then I was yours no matter what." He pulled her closer to him to kiss her. He saw her liquid brown eyes widened at what he'd just said, but he couldn't lie. "Whether or not you want me, I'll always be here for you." He whispered against her lips before rolling over to climb out of bed. He needed to shower, shave, and change.

"John." He paused when he heard her soft call. He turned to look back at her; she was sitting up in bed completely naked and unashamed. She didn't have to be, she had a beautiful body, one that had his body responding to hers all over again, and he slowly caressed her from the arch of her feet to the top of her head with his eyes. "Meet me at Stone Creek, say around seven, and we'll discuss whatever this is over drinks."

He smiled. "It's a date." She shared in his smile and he turned to walk to his bathroom, feeling warmth spread through him as he felt happy for the first time in a very long time.

author's note: part two has their internal thoughts on what happened between them during their celebration the night before(I give glimpses into it), and what they are thinking about what happened in the morning :D

Thanks for reading part one hope to see you in part two :)