FLUFFY, VERY FLUFFY, SMUTTY one shot. Jordan and Woody. Jordan goes over to Woody's house for dinner, and it turns into dinner and a really yummy dessert. This is told from Jordan's POV, as if she was writing in her diary.

Hello Crazy World

MAN DO I HAVE A STORY FOR YOU!!!! LOL, lets just say me and woody finally decided to do something. Well, here we go:

So it had been a very very very long day, and Woody and I had been planing on dinner at his place, just to chill, and hang out, have a few beers, eat pizza, little did I know it would turn into more. I got to Woody's house about 7, I got off work at 6:30, but I needed to change at work and all, so it took me a little while to get to his appartment. Anyways, I show up with pizza and the beer, it was my turn to buy, and let my self in, he wasn't answering the door. He comes out of the bathroom in a towel wrapped around him, and his chiseled chest is still wet from the shower. I look at him, trying not to drool.

"Hey handsom, You're totally undressed" I tease.

"No, really Jordan, I had absolutely no idea. This is what happens when you show up with out calling. I was in the shower."

"Well, if you wanna finish, i'll be glad to help." I tell him, acting like i'm kidding, little does he know that I really do mean it.

"Why don't I get dressed and then we can eat." he replies, with that look in his eye, that peirces through me as if he knows all that is in my heart. I turn to put the pizza and beer away, so that he doesn't continue to bear into my soul.

After that little intense moment, everything chills out, and we sit at his dining room table and talk about everything. From old cases, to old flings, we were talking about it.

"Well, Mr. Hot shot, why haven't you settled down yet?" I ask him, jokingly, though I really did want to know.

"To tell you the truth Jo, I can't seem to convince the woman I love that I actually love her." he tells me, a little more sincere and open of an answer than I had expected.

"Well, who ever she is, I hope she realizes how lucky she is." I mutter under my breath.

"And yet, Jordan, I can't convince you. What is it going to take?" He says, almost all in one breathe. I stare at him. I can't process what he just told me and I sure as hell am not going to put myself on the line again, this man has broken my heart on more than one occasion. Then I get the courage to look up at him, and I can see his heart breaking in his eyes. He feels the same way I do, he has put himself out there just as many times as I have, and i've broken his heart on way more than one occasion as well.

I finally get up the nerve, and tell him "Woody, its not that I don't believe you, its that I don't want to." I start to explain and I see tears forming in his eyes. I realize how harsh I sounded and quickly tried to recover. "No, Woods, its not like that, ok, lemme see how to explain this. I know you love me, I know I love you, but if I admitt it to myself, i'm deathly afraid that you'll run off, or get dragged away, just like everyone else I love, I mean, I can admit it, I have a horrible track record, my mom was brutally murdered, my dad is in and out of my life, the one guy I thought I could actually marry back in LA cheated on me, my love life is so fucked up, i'm willing to keep you at an arms distance, only letting you in when my walls break down for a while, if it means I can keep you in my life as my best friend."

Now the tears are really coming down. I'm glad its just us, because I feel really bad for making him cry. "Shhhh, Woody, don't cry, your going to make me feel bad..." I whisper into his ear, as I pull him closer to me and wipe away his falling tears.

"Jordan Marie Cavenaugh, how could you ever think that I would leave you?" He asks, and as I open my mouth, he continues, "I LOVE YOU! For Christ's sake Jo. I LOVE YOU. I wouldn't leave you ever. You're my everything. Everything i've ever wanted I see in you. I'm not going anywhere."

"The point Woody is that you don't have to want to leave to be taken away. My mom didn't want to leave, but she was still murdered. It is just easier for me to pretend that I don't love you then think about what would happen if I let you in and then lost you." I tell him. I know it isn't what he wanted to hear, but what am I supposed to say? We had finally gotten this far, and I wasn't about to screw myself over.

"Jordan, you are the strongest person I know. How can you live everyday of your life, knowing that you love me, and being too weak to do anything about it?" He asks, angry at me.

"No, NO NO NO!!! you don't get to go there, Woody, you don't get to judge me. Its been working---" I start, but he cuts me off

"Has it Jo? Really? Are you really happy? Do you end every day thinking, i'm glad for everything I did today? Do you go to sleep at night glad that we spent another day as just friends? Because Jordan, I don't think you do, I think you want more, you just need someone to push for it. Well HELLO SWEETHEART, i'm here, i'm not going away, and I'm PUSHING!!!" he tells me, in a raised, emotional voice.

"woody, don't. We can't do this."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because, i'm afraid to lose you."

"Well as I see it there are 2 options here, you could live every day of your life, enjoying my company, worring about losing me, or you can be a lonely little bitch, sitting sulking in the corner, wishing you had the balls to start something, as well as worring what happened if you lost me. Look, i'm not taking no for an answer. This is going to work, so talk to me." He demands, and for once i'm glad he isnt' letting the subject go.

"OK, FINE!!! But now what? I love you, you love me, and this is turning into a bad episode of barney. No seriously, how do we do this?" I ask, for the first time actually feeling vunerable.

He chuckles at me "Jo, this is the easy part. You get to decide what to do, I've convinced you to try out the relationship thing, now you get to choose how."

I scoot closer to him on the sofa, "Well, I can think of a few ways to make things interesting." I tell him, leaning in or a kiss.

"Honey are you sure, I don't want to move to fast for you."

"woody, i've loved you for a very long time, i'm sure, I want to do this, I want you to know how much you mean to me, and I want you to know in every aspect possible, not just physical, but for now that is where we will start." I say, smiling at him. I sound totally full of it, but i'm not actually sure that I can live up to his expectations.

As if i'm broadcasting my feelings, Woody looks at me and says "Jo, honey, there is no way that this will be anything less than amazing, last time we did this, I was awesome, and we hadn't just had this conversation." Now it was my time to cry, I could feel the tears welling in my eyes and felt one slowly slide down my face. Woody reached up and wiped it away. I smiled and leaned in to kiss him, before I knew what was happening I felt his lips crashing down on mine, with a fervor I that I wasn't used to seeing from Woody. It was at that moment that I knew I was doing the right thing by letting him in, by admitting that I loved him, in that kiss, I realized he would do everything humanly possible to stay by my side, and I realized that would have to be enough.

After a few minutes of heavy kissing, in which he somehow managed to get my shirt and bra off, I heard my stomach gurgle, and realized that the food was getting cold. "Woody, Food?" I manage to get out between kisses. He groans, at the loss of contact between us, as I get up, and go to get the pizza, I don't bother with my shirt, deciding that after all these years, he can stare all he wants. It doesn't matter anymore. I come back with the pizza in one hand, plates on top, and two beers in the other. As i'm walking towards him, I swear it looked like his eyes were going to fall out of his head. I decide to put my shirt back on, because I started to get a little uncomfortable, from far away, thats one thing, but topless next to him on the sofa, kinda weird.

OK, i'm falling asleep here. AHH...attack of the tired monster. See, bableing, told you I was tired. Oh Well. I'll fill y'all in later, on the rest of what happened, cuz that was the better part. What I will say was the sex was amazing. But i'm going to fall asleep, more later.

Night for now,

jo

FYI I don't have a beta, so all mistakes are mine, and the only form of editing I have is spellcheck. With that said, I don't think in this story mistakes are bad, it makes it more authenic, more like a tired woman writing in her diary at the end of the day.

Well, there you go, i've got more ideas, but wanna know what y'all think first. Read and Review please! No Flames, thats not nice, but constructive critisim is good.