i "If you commit to something every Thursday night, you've got to be getting something good out of it." /i

The words rolled round Sofia's head as she drove to her destination. It wasn't a Thursday night – a Friday, actually, but she still couldn't help but find the words rather ironic. Working a case like that, had brought her own arraignment to mind. Mindless sex, she liked to class it as. Both of them got what they wanted, and then went their separate ways. It was just sex; nothing more, and nothing less.

She parked up in the now familiar parking spot and climbed out of her car. Sunglasses on, she walked the path she could now trace with her eyes closed, and knocked on the door she found herself presented in front of. Dressed in a button down white shirt, and black trousers, she looked every inch the professional woman. She looked stylish, yet sexy. It was a look many found hard to pass off, but Sofia managed with relative ease.

As the door to the apartment opened up, Sofia allowed a small smile to creep across her features. She slid her sunglasses off slowly, and tucked them into the top of her shirt.

"Sara." She nodded her head, as she walked past her into the apartment. There was no need to ask to be let in, not anymore. They both knew where this was headed, and both had given up beating around the bush with nervous conversation beforehand a long time ago.

Sara stepped aside to allow Sofia in, closing her eyes as she stole her chance to take in the scent that was totally Sofia. She closed the door behind her and followed Sofia to the living room. Seeing Sofia removing her jacket, she licked her lips slowly. She was wearing Sara's favourite. And judging from the black material on show underneath the white shirt, she was also wearing her favourite underwear. Not that Sara had told her that she was such a fan of said items. That'd be going over the line, and breaking the 'just sex' rule. After all, once you start caring about what they wear, it's a sign you need to step back.

Sara was never good at doing what she needed to do, though.

Sofia gave Sara a sideways glance and allowed herself a small smile. She knew Sara liked her in what she was wearing. If she was being honest, that was exactly why she'd turned up dressed like that. Though, she'd not openly admit that. It's just sex, after all.

Stepping towards Sofia, Sara pressed her lips firmly on Sofia's. This had been going on for months, almost every single Friday. The only times it hadn't done, would be when they were working. But even then they'd hound each other all evening, till they had either a quick fuck in the showers or locker room, or a long kissing session, at the very least. There were hormones to deal with flying between the two of them, after all.

Fingers slid over buttons, shirts fell to the ground and eager hands and lips explored the expanses of skin now exposed. Both women let out small grunts and groans of pleasure, urging the other one, needing more of the other. Neither of them knew who pushed who to Sara's bed, but they fell down onto the soft sheets together. Eager hands removing trousers, and sure touches led to bodies writhing together in a collective need for release. They both knew what the other liked, what made them tick. There was never any hesitation. Sara knew Sofia liked to be bitten just before she climaxed to help her, and Sofia knew Sara liked her neck being kissed as she pleasured her. It was sure, and they worked like a well oiled machine. After all, if it's just sex, they might as well be good at what they share.

As they both lay there, arms around each other, coming down from their mutual high, both had the same thought;

i "If this is just sex, why do I not want to let her go?" /i