One Night Stand

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Sue Thomas FBEye, or any of the characters mentioned in this story, unless stated otherwise. Rated for some sexual content, violence and language. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence and I will not be held responsible! Thanks!

Author's Note: This is my first STFBE fic, so be nice and please review!! And I'll try to be good about updating, but I am not making any promises.

Chapter One: Morning After

It was just past dawn and the clouds lingering over DC were lined with silver as the sun began its lonely descent through the sky. It was the end of May, and spring had definitely sprung in the city. The weatherman had promised a week of warm temperatures and sun and all inhabitants were looking forward to it.

Bobby Manning, Special Agent for the Federal Bureau of Investigations (aka FBI), groaned and rolled over in bed. If there was one thing he was not overly fond of, it was mornings. Especially mornings that came after wild nights of partying.

He yawned hugely and then opened one eye, squinting at the light that poured in the open window. Then he froze.

The soft sound of someone breathing next to him assaulted his hung-over brain and he sat up suddenly, the sheet going with him, looking about wildly. His eyes, once they had adjusted to the early morning light, they fell upon the clearly naked back of another human being. He spotted the dirty blonde hair, peppered with bleach blonde highlights and dark brown low-lights. It looked eerily familiar.

Wait a second…when the hell had he gotten naked? And why wasn't he in his own apartment? Where the hell was he at all? Or, the million-dollar question: what had he done last night to get him here?

Before he could answer any of these questions, however, several of them were answered for him. The figure beside him groaned –why did it sound so familiar? – and slowly began to roll over.

Bobby had been a bachelor a long time, so naturally, the first thing his eyes fell upon were they rather lovely, round pair of breasts attached to the woman next to him. His eyes then flicked up to her face, which was splitting into a yawn, and nearly had a heart attack.

"Tara?" he said weakly.

Tara Williams, another Agent of the FBI, felt her eyes snap open. They landed immediately on the rather tanned and exquisite physique of the man next to her. Then her brain, normally razor-sharp but rather fuzzy right then, caught up to her. "Bobby?" she said, looking him in the eye. What the-… Then she realized she was completely naked from the waist up (the parts below only covered by sheet) and yanked the covers over herself. "What are you doing here?" she spluttered.

Bobby tried not to smile. "I was actually hoping you could tell me…" he said, his voice trailing off as his eyes slid down over the sheet. It was almost transparent in the sun…

"My eyes are up here," she said stiffly. Bobby looked at her sheepishly.

"Sorry," he replied. "So…you don't remember anything?"

Tara frowned slightly as she thought. "I remember…the bar…seeing you…some vague bits where we're drinking scotch…the impression we played pool…the rest is blank."

Bobby nodded. He was lost from then on too. "So d'you reckon…"

"What? We-?"

"Yeah."

I hope so! she thought before she could stop herself. A blush crept over her cheeks. "Umm…well, one can only assume I suppose."

Bobby swallowed. "Well, I hate to be, umm, rude or anything but…"

Tara could only nod and looked away pointedly before Bobby moved out of her bed to get dressed. Every muscle in his body felt stiff. What had they done? Oh, the possibilities…

She told herself she wouldn't look at him, but the animal instincts, or so she told herself, got the best of her, and she snuck a look at him as he dressed. God, he was attractive…not that anything could ever really come of it, of course. But still, it wasn't every day you woke up to find your sexy and naked co-worker beside you.

Bobby was thinking along the same lines, little to her knowledge. She was pretty hot… He subconsciously looked at her out of the corner of his eye as he dressed. The sheet had started to slip down her body and he could see the luscious curve of her breasts once more, only not completely, which only served to turn him on more. Damn. Once he was dressed, he smiled slightly at her, feeling ridiculously uncomfortable and took his leave.

Once he was gone, Tara put her head in her hands. What the hell had she just gotten herself into?