Anna jumped slightly as her phone vibrated - it always caught her off guard. Smiling to herself as she recognized the ID, she answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey." The deep voice answered. "How are you?"

"Busy, but that's work. How about you?"

"I'm actually almost done here. I was wondering if I could ask a lovely lady out to dinner?"

"Oh well that depends. Is this lovely lady worthy? Do you think I'll approve?"

"I think so. She's smart, and funny and beautfiul, and a total bad-ass."

Anna smiled. "Sure she won't kick your ass at dinner if you have to go, then?"

"Aw, have some faith in me. I told you I'm done for tonight."

"Well then I suppose you may go to dinner."

"Wonderful. Seven okay?"

"Seven's great, I'll be done by then."

"Great. I'll pick you up from work, okay?"

"Alright."

"See you later babe, love you."

"Love you too Flack." Anna shut the phone, and glanced at the clock with a sigh. Two more hours, and she'd be on her way to dinner with the most gorgeous man she knew. She tapped away at her computer a couple times, browsing through some remodeling pictures that needed her opinion.

Anna started at the knock on her desk, and looked up, alarmed. Her heart beat slowed as she recognized the tall, dark haired, blue eyed, handsome as hell man standing in front of her. "Don. I didn't hear you come in."

He smiled, teeth a bright white against his already pale skin. "All the easier to surprise you."

"You get a kick out of that?"

"Of course."

She shook her head, and stood, stacking up a couple papers and putting them in a file. "Alright, I'm done. Dinner?"

"Yes ma'am." Don gently took her hand and pulled her towards him, then kissed her lips softly. "Missed you."

"Missed you more." She said, breathless after the slightest kiss.

He smiled again. "Doubtful. To the vehicle?"

"As you say."

He extended his arm with a grin, and she instead just took his hand. They walked to his black Cadillac Escalade, and he opened the car's door for her in a gentleman-like fashion. Anna thanked him, and seated herself. Once Don had got in on the other side, started the engine, pulled out of the lot and been driving a few minutes, Anna asked him where they were going. "Just to a nice place." Was his only reply.

"What is all this for?" She asked.

"What'd you mean?"

"Why are you taking me out to dinner? Something happened at work, didn't it? A promotion or something?"

"No promotion."

"Then what?" Flack didn't answer her. "Flack." She prodded, slight warning in her voice.

He looked at her for a second, and smiled. "We had a big bust today. Seventy five kilos of cocaine, nine of meth."

"Seriously?" Her eyesbrows raised in surprise.

"Yeah. It went down pretty easy, no one was even shot at except for the druggies. Never wound up hurting anyone though, and got us a huge bust. I just figured a little celebration would do no harm. And it's been a while since you and I had a romantic evening together. I'm sorry about that, really, I know it's mainly my fault." His striking ice-blue eyes glanced at her in shame.

"Flack, it's not your fault. I know how your job is, really. I understand. And I'm learning to live with it."

"I just feel like I don't...take care of you enough."

"I don't need taken care of." Her voice turned almost harsh.

"No, I know that." He added quickly. "That's not how I meant it. I just sometimes feel like I'm not doing my duty as a boyfriend, you know?"

She nodded. "I guess. It's okay though babe, I understand your work and what it calls for. I love you none the less." He glanced at her again, slight worry in his eyes, but then he saw her reassuring smile and smiled back.

"Here we are." Flack stopped the car, and helped her out with a smile. They went inside, got seated and placed the orders for their drinks. Flack stared at Anna as they waited.

"..what?" She asked when she saw his eyes on her.

"Nothing."

"Why do you keep staring at me?"

"Why not?"

"It's weird."

"Is it?" His deep voice turned taunting and he set his elbows on the table, rest his chin in his hands and teasing her with his eyes.

"Yes." She answered, slightly nervous.

"Why is it weird?"

"Cause I don't know why you're staring. It's rude to stare, you know." She pointed out.

"Hm." Was his only reply, and his gorgeous eyes continued to hold her. She tried not to think too much about them, about him - how gorgeous the eyes were, such a light blue, providing a stunning contrast to his pale skin and dark hair and eyebrows. They were so teasing right now...trying to make her uncomfortable (suceeding) and causing her train of thought to be constantly scattered. "What are you thinking about?" He suddenly asked.

"What?" She asked, caught off guard.

"What were you thinking about?" He repeated.

"Why?"

"Cause I want to know." She hesitated. "Please?" He asked softly, and she gave in - his voice was too irresistable like that.

"I was, uh, thinking about your eyes."

"My eyes?" This seemed to amuse him.

"Yeah." They paused when their drinks were brought to them, then placed their meal orders.

"So what about my eyes?" Flack picked back up.

She shrugged and took a sip of her beer. "Nothing specific. They're just...amazing, really."

"Amazing?" He repeated.

She nodded. "Really. They're gorgeous. You're gorgeous." She winced as the last part slipped out. Okay, didn't people start making mistakes like that after they'd had a bit more to drink? "I mean-"

Flack just laughed, his deep voice creating a smooth, soothing chuckle. "That's one hell of a compliment." Anna only blushed. "Hey," He said softly, and took her fingers in his hand, his ice blue eyes boring into her dark ones. "You're gorgeous too."

She blushed and looked away. "I think we've both had too much to drink."

He laughed again. "We're on our first beer."

"That's enough."

"No tequila?"

She winced. "One mistake, and I am never going to hear the end of that, am I?"

"Doubt it." He grinned, and she shook her head, smiling in return. "Anna?"

"Yeah?"

He raised his beer. "Mind a toast real quick, before the meal comes?"

"Uhm, sure." She raised her glass. "To what?"

He thought for a moment, blue eyes looking to the side. Then they met with hers again, and he smiled. "To more romantic evenings, more time together-"

"So more drug busts?" She teased.

He laughed. "In a way. And....well that's all I have. I just want more time to be with you."

She blushed again, her heart beat thrown off. "Sounds wonderful to me." Their bottle and glass clinked quietly together, then Flack leaned across the small space and kissed her gently. She leaned closer, wishing to close the gap between them completely, and be able to touch him, and feel him, and taste him...Flack broke the kiss that was quickly growing too eager for a restaurant. He smiled handsomely at her.

"Easy love. We have all night."

"Mmm." She bit her lip, and eyed his dark blue suit, white shirt and silver tie appreciatively. He chuckled at her obvious struggle to be contained. And he couldn't help it - he wanted to tease her. So he inched closer to the small table, his legs on each side of hers, and slipped his hand inbetween her legs. She looked like she was going to bite straight through her lip, and her eyes widened. He didn't want to do anything too suggestive - they were in a restaurant and he wasn't the most outgoing of people - so he settled for just lightly brushing her thigh with his fingertips. She trembled slightly and closed her eyes, her breathing turning shallow. God, she wanted him so bad. He was so gorgeous, and so irresistable...how the hell had he been single when she met him? Anna tried to focus on keeping her breathing even. "Flack..." She whispered, eyes still closed. "Don Flack, if you plan on keeping me on this side of the table and you keeping your clothes on, your hand had better move."

He chuckled. "Is that a threat?" His deep voice teased, the slight New York accent helping give her shivers.

"Flack.." Her eyes opened, and his stunning gorgeousness almost knocked her out of her seat. God, he was perfect. At that moment, the waiter arrived with their food. Flack removed his hand, but didn't move any further away from her. They thanked the waiter as he set down their food, then Flack, after tossing a sexy, sly smile in Anna's direction, started to eat. Anna shook her head, then followed suit.

Once they had finished their meal - and another beer each - they paid and left. Anna had drunk a bit less than Flack, so she drove to their shared apartment. Almost as soon as they got out of the vehicle, Anna was on him. She kissed him strongly, then pushed him roughly against the car.

"Woah there," Flack said, and she began undoing his tie. He took ahold on her hands in his, and held them still. "Can you at least wait until we get inside?" She stared into his light blue eyes for a moment, hers filled with lust, and then nodded. He smiled. "Thank you." Flack then took her hand and led her into the house. They had barely walked in, and shut the door when Flack turned on Anna instead. His mouth connected with hers, and his tounge soon searched hers out. It was his turn now, and he pressed her against the wall. Anna's arms were tight around his neck, holding his mouth to hers. She sighed and then moaned slightly when he kissed down her throat. She pulled at his tie, and slipped it off his neck, the suit jacket then quickly slid over his shoulders, and he tugged at the top of her skirt, inching it down her waist. They had slipped out of their shoes by now, and were moving steadily moving towards the bedroom - shedding clothing as they went. Once they had hit the bed, Anna was only down to her bra and underwear, while Flack still had his pants on. Anna tenderly kissed his shoulders, and musceled chest.

"Don, you have to be..one of the most..amazing people.." She spoke between light kisses as his large hands ran over her body, giving her shivers. "I've ever met..so sweet...kind...caring...brave...strong.." Then she tugged lightly at the waist band on his jeans, and un-did the one button. "I love strong men." She whispered into his ear, and felt his body shake. Flack turned them around, his mouth finding hers again and gently pushed her onto the bed.