A/N: Big thanks to JaydenBell for looking over this fic and making sure that it actually got done. All mistakes, however, are mine and not hers ;)

Adam looked on in disbelief. He was fairly certain that he had never seen Jessica Angell in this bar, and he had definitely never seen her so…drunk. His eyes widened as he watched her dance, her hips swaying with the music in a way that had plenty of guys staring.

He thought about just walking away. But Adam knew the guys that Angell was dancing with, and they were bad news – not to mention the fact that it was obvious that she was trashed. He couldn't just leave her there. Taking a deep breath, he moved out onto the dance floor.

When Jess saw him, her entire face lit up. She turned from the other guys and immediately looped her arms around his neck, bringing her body right up against his.

"Ross," she purred. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"A-Angell," he stuttered, eyes widening as her hands slid down his chest and around his hips. "You feeling okay?"

She reached up and kissed him just below the ear. "I'm fine," she whispered, her breath hot on his skin. "You?"

Adam tried not to jump out of his skin when she continued to kiss his neck, her tongue darting out to taste him. "I-I'm good. I was thinkin', maybe…" He suppressed a moan as her hands traveled over his torso. "Maybe we should get you home."

"I like the sound of that."

Adam chose not to answer and led her off of the dance floor. But as soon as they were outside, Jess pushed him into an alley and pinned him to the wall. He knew that he should push her away – hell, he knew that that was really his only option. But Jessica Angell was a very attractive woman, and Adam would be lying to himself if he said he hadn't thought about it.

She ground her body against his, snapping him out of his thoughts. Her hands slipped under his shirt and up his chest, and this time Adam couldn't help but groan aloud. Ignoring the pain in his groin and gathering all of his self-control, he tangled his fingers in her hair – trying not to notice how soft it was – and pulled her head away from his neck.

"Jessie," he said, his voice breathless. "We…we gotta get you home."

"Mmm…" she murmured. "You that anxious to get me home, Ross?"

He swallowed hard at the way she was looking at him, and led her back out to the street. Her hands were still moving over him, but Adam focused on hailing a cab and getting her into it.

"Where ya headed?" the cabbie asked.

Adam opened his mouth to respond, but then realized that he didn't know.

"Jess?" he asked nervously. "Please tell me you remember where you live."

She shook her head and started kissing his neck again. "Take me home with you."

He knew that was a bad idea, probably the worst ever. But he had to take her somewhere. Leaning back against the seat, he sighed and gave the cabbie his address.

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He breathed a sigh of relief when the cab finally pulled up in front of his building. The ride had been absolute torture – Jess was very determined, and Adam could still feel her hand moving up and down the inside of his thigh. He had had to dig his fingernails into his palms just to keep from grabbing and kissing her. Eventually she had passed out on his shoulder, and the rest of the ride had been uneventful.

Paying the cabbie, Adam wondered how he was going to get her upstairs. He was afraid of waking her, since he wasn't sure if he could turn her down if she started touching him again. Thankful that he lived on the first floor, he gathered her up in his arms and carried her into the building.

It was a struggle, but somehow Adam got her into his apartment and onto his bed. Jess didn't even stir, and for a moment he just stared down at her. Something had to be wrong to make her drink herself into a stupor, and he wished that he knew what it was. Shaking his head, he leaned down and slipped her shoes off before pulling the covers up around her. He let his touch linger as he brushed a lock of hair out of her face. Then he turned and left the room, heading for the shower.

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Adam was startled out of sleep by the sound of someone fiddling with the lock. He opened his eyes and stretched, his back groaning in protest at having slept on the couch. As he looked around the room, his gaze landed on Angell, struggling to get out of the apartment.

"Jess?" he asked, slowly sitting up.

She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with terror. "I, I have to go."

"Jess, wait. Nothing happened last night. It's okay."

She shook her head violently, focusing again on the door. "It's not alright. I shouldn't have…oh God…"

"Talk to me," he urged quietly. "Something's obviously bothering you."

"I can't."

Tears were running down her cheeks, and Adam reached out a hand as he started to get up from the couch.

"You can –"

"I can't!" she sobbed.

She finally got the lock undone and wrenched the door open, escaping out into the hallway. Adam lunged forward, but his legs caught in the blanket and he went tumbling to the ground. Cursing loudly, he fought to free himself. When his feet were clear, he pushed off of the floor and bolted after her.

But by the time he got outside, she was gone.