A/N: well, I can say that after three years of hiding my muse finally came back running to me. Who knew all it would took was switching fandoms? :)

That being said, I'm not entirely sure where I'll go with this story so far. It will have a second chapter at least - maybe even more once I know where I'll go with the story.

Oh and this will at some stage be M. Not for the moment, so I leave the rating for now at T. But it will most likely change.

BTW: the story was actually called Better than sex, but I couldn't use that title due to the guidelines.

I barely bought into hype. Lula was the one who got usually all excited about stuff that I couldn't care less about or couldn't afford to begin with. But this…this were doughnuts. And they were a one-time-special. I wasn't sure about the exact occasion that brought these on, but well…And one had to admit, that when faced with doughnuts that had the name better than sex, well you got curious.

Over the years there had been plenty of things in the media that claimed the same thing but they barely were able to give the name or promise justice.

Lula being Lula, well, she bought two dozen just to make sure. Connie and I were lucky enough to test them as well. Not that I had high expectations, Sure it were doughnuts and everyone knows how much I love sweet, baked goods, but I doubted it was that good.

"Oh my god," I moaned after I had taken my first bite. Maybe I had been wrong. I didn't care who heard me. This was delicious and heavenly. If paradise was a pastry, this was it. As flavors flooded my taste buds I was certain I let out another moan. This was amazing. As far as pastries, doughnuts and anything in between went, this was the holy grail of it all. And trust me, even I couldn't believe what I was thinking.

"This really is better than sex," I finally exclaimed, just to feel a tingle down my spine a moment later. And that tingle was definitely not from the pastry in my hand. A second later I got conformation when I caught a whiff of Bvlgari Green.

"Babe, I'd gladly offer a reminder of how that is certainly not the case."

I was certain he whispered that into my ear so that only I heard, but I wasn't a hundred percent sure. Looking around I saw Connie and Lula look at me curious. Yes, thank god.

He stepped away from me and handed Connie a body receipt for a check that probably had a sum on it that I could only dream about. Ranger was the bounty hunter for the high bonds. That usually meant he went after guys no one else would want to go after – for a reason. Murders, Rapists and other gentlemen I wouldn't have any desire ever meeting.

Connie wrote him a check with a sum that of what I could gather had plenty of zero's. Ranger looked at Lula, then Connie, turned towards me and looked at the doughnut still in my hand.

"Are they really that good?" he finally asked Connie and Lula.

"You have no idea. The name is not misleading. Lula has probably one left she wouldn't mind sharing," Connie said.

In wasn't sure what amused me more. The fact that Lula looked at Connie as if she'd lost her mind, before she grabbed the box with the remaining goods and made sure we all knew there were hers alone. Or maybe it was the fact that Connie asked ranger whether he wanted a doughnut. I knew him for years and he had never had indulged in anything that sounded, smelled or tasted like a doughnut. He sure as hell wouldn't start now.

Ranger shrugged amused at that. "I'd have to pass."

He reached for his Ray-Bans and turned once more towards me. "Babe, if you've got a minute," he said, walking towards the door and holding it open for me.

"Sure, I do," I said nonchalantly. Though if I wanted, that was a whole different question.

He was going for the alley. Not a good idea. Especially when thinking about his comment about reminders.

I barely made it around the corner into the alley when he pulled me in and up against him. He turned us and had my back against the wall, moving in closer the next moment before attacking my lips. I felt his tongue framing my lips, probing and finally slipping between my lips to take things further. It was already quite a hot morning in Trenton, but with Ranger like that, I think I got a good idea what hot flashes might feel like. Ranger usually was a private person, but something about this good damn alley changed that behavior rather often. No idea what it was with this alley, but I wasn't complaining. Well for now anyway. Later, when Lula and Connie would grill me again I'd probably be singing a different tune.

My hands grabbed hold of his hair, pulling him in closer, while his hands slipped under my tank top and roamed over my back. And then it stopped. All of a sudden. Like… every damn time. I couldn't remember one time we actually finished what we started. Which… maybe was a good thing, seeing we were in an alley and anyone could just walk in on us. Not that I was even sure what exactly needed finishing to be honest. I wasn't into getting caught and neither was Ranger for what I could figure.

"Tell me again about that doughnut?" I heard him ask and needed a moment to compose myself and catch up with what he had said.

"Um…" was all I pretty much was able to say. And… he didn't take my earlier outburst of excitement as a personal challange, did he? Ranger just grinned, leaned in closer again and brushed a stray curl behind my ear. He kissed the top of my head, before leaning down to my ear.

"Give me a call when you need that reminder," he said, slipped on his sunglasses and was gone a moment later.

Great, just great. Maybe I needed a second doughnut.

TBC