A/N: Based on the prompt: "Holy fuck you found me on the roof please don't be an RA." I figured I could just post one shot prompts here, from tumblr lists or feel free to send one, if you'd like :)

*I realize I'm not the only one who didn't know what RA meant, so for those of you who don't know, it's Resident assistance or advisor or whatever, basically, it's the authority figure assigned to each hall on dorms.

Quiet.

It's what she always came here for. Quiet.

The school year was coming to an end, endless nights filled with sleepless nights stuck in the library, living off of nothing but coffee and Ramen, those days were over in just a few days.

She had her last final tomorrow, her last final and then she was free to go home and she couldn't wait. Couldn't wait to get away from the stress of exams, from the never ending drama her roommate always seemed to be in the middle of, from the guys who never wanted to accept a simple no, from all of it.

That was how she started coming up here, as an escape, to find a little peace, to get away from the hectic life of a college student and it usually did its job, usually kept her mind at ease when she was ready to throw her books against a wall or when she'd had it up to here with the drama. It was peaceful. Quiet and always empty.

It was also, however, a strictly prohibited area, students were not supposed to be up here on the roof at any time of day … or night, but still she came, every time she was at her wits ends, it was always what she needed.

She sat against a wall, her legs crossed in front of her, staring out at the night. From her perch, she could see the school field and way across, watching as the school buzzed with activity. Those who still had finals to sit and those who were done and decided to throw a party.

Her phone buzzed beside her, she tore her gaze away from her view and glanced down at her phone. Lanie again, one of the few friends she had on this campus. She clicked on the message.

This isn't fair, this is the 4th time you've left me alone drowning in these endless notes. You're a terrible friend.

Kate smiled, her friend was nothing if not dramatic and she loved her for it … even when she was bugging her about finding a man on campus. That wasn't happening for now, with all the guys on campus? It probably wouldn't and she was okay with that … at least that what she always told herself.

She had Lanie, she had her books and she had her roof…. But of course, there were sometimes she did wish she had someone to share all of this with. Someone to bring up here, fingers laced together, sharing sweet kisses as the night went by … sometimes she wished for it, but that's all it was, a wish.

She closed her eyes, trying to fight off the crippling feeling of loneliness that would sometimes hit her when she allowed her mind to stray. She exhaled sharply and rested her head on the wall behind her at the same moment she heard the door open and she froze.

Her eyes flew open, meeting with incredibly blue ones that belonged to the man standing at the door.

Fuck.

She opened her mouth to speak, her brain working fast to try and find an excuse for being where she shouldn't be, but the man just stood there, his head cocked and an eyebrow raised.

"I'm sorry," She began as he took a few steps towards her, "I know I shouldn't be up here but – "

"Neither should I." He spoke, his voice low and ignited something in her.

She shut her mouth, eyeing him as he came into the light and she was able to properly look at him. He was … well, he was hot. His hair was a mess, probably from constantly running his hands through it, his blue eyes looked tired, but still held some spark in them, like he was amused with her situation. He wore a plaid shirt, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbow, open over a black T-shirt and jeans.

He was actually quiet pleasing to look at, she thought to herself as he leaned against the wall, running his hand through his hair and –

"Wait, what?" She asked him, "You're not a RA?"

He shook his head, mouth curling into a smile, "Not that I'm aware of." He said, amusement lacing his voice.

She relaxed then, still eyeing him, "What are you doing up here then?"

He shrugged, gesturing to the spot beside her, she nodded.

"I like to come up here sometimes." He told her, "It's quiet."

At least they had the same idea there.

"You?" He asked, rolling his head against the wall to look at her.

She was stilling staring at him and wow, he was attractive, how has she never seen him before? She shook her head when she realized she'd been staring too long, a smirk forming on his face and she didn't know if that made her want to slap it off his face or kiss it off and whoa where did that thought come from?

"I uuh, same." She answered, tearing her gaze away from him, before she gave into her baser needs.

They sat in silence for a while, both just staring out in front of them, enjoying the quiet that fell around them. She stole a few glances at him every now and then, each time finding him with a small smile on his face.

"You know Kate, it's creepy to stare." He spoke after a while, in that low voice that had her itching to just … get closer… something.

She just met this man and here she was aching to be closer to him, just from the sound of his voice … this had never happened before and .. wait …

"You know my name? How?"

He laughed, turning to face her, his blue eyes shining, "Everyone knows your name."

"But … "

"Yea, I know, you keep to yourself all the time, you don't go to the parties or associate with much people, how can everyone know your name?" He speaks her thoughts and she watches him with interest, wondering how he'd answer her unspoken questions.

"That's why everyone knows your name. You're different and people either hate you or love you for it. You have a lot of guy's attention Kate, most of them are too afraid to talk to you and the girls well … they're mainly jealous." He tells her, folding his arms across his chest.

This was news to her, she thought she made her way through this school year relatively unknown, but to know she was apparently the talk of the campus, for some reason she didn't understand.

"And you?" She asked.

"And me?" He repeated, his eyes trained in front of him.

"You're not afraid to talk to me?"

"Should I be?" He turned to her then, his voice easy and so alluring.

She shrugs, "Apparently all the other guys are, although I can't understand why." She mumbles.

"You're sort of intimidating." He admits.

Good.

"I don't intimidate you?" She asks him.

"I like to take my chances." He tells her and it makes her smile, "It's going pretty fine so far I would think."

He gives her a suspicious look then, "You haven't flipped me over on a table and threatened me yet."

She rolls her eyes, "That guy was asking for it."

"I wouldn't doubt it." He agrees with her.

They fall back into their silence then, allowing her mind to stray again, trying to recall his face, trying to fight the urge to reach out and grab his hand on some impulse, trying to resist his pull.

"Sorry but … what is your name?" She asks.

"Richard Rodgers." He tells her, "But you can call me Rick."

"Rodgers…" She whispers under her breath.

"You're that guy that ran naked across the lawn last semester." She recalls and he barks out a laugh that warms her heart and has her laughing too.

"What can I say, I'm a brave drunk." He shrugged, not even seeming the least bit ashamed.

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, trying to contain the grin that wanted to spread across her face.

"That's hot." She hears him say.

She turns to find him looking at her, and raises an eyebrow.

"When you bite your lip, it's … hot." He says again, his eyes trained on hers, darker than they were before and she'd be damned if he wasn't as turned on as she was right now.

But before she could do anything, he turned away again, a long exhale falling from his lips.

"How comes I've never seen you up here before?" She asks.

"I haven't been up here in a while actually." He admits. "But it was needed tonight."

She hears something more in his voice than the words he spoke and she wanted to know, wanted to ask more, but not now, she wouldn't push, so she just nodded.

Suddenly, he pulled out a container of ice cream ... she hadn't even realized he had been carrying anything when he came up here.

"I thought that was a girl's thing?" She teased.

"You calling me a girl Beckett?" He replied, opening the lid and digging a spoon into the cream.

There was something about the way her last name rolled off his tongue that made her shiver slightly, her body canting towards his, unable to resist his pull.

"Not at all Mr. Rodgers." She grinned, accepting the ice cream when he handed it to her.

She took a mouthful, delighted to find it was her favourite flavour and shamelessly went in for another spoon, much to his amusement.

"It's a good thing I brought two spoons then." He says, pulling out another spoon, after it was evident he wouldn't be getting that one back and took a spoonful.

She laughs, enjoying this, the easy conversation they were having, it didn't feel strained or awkward, it felt right and it made her want more, made her want him.

They sat there, each taking a spoonful of ice cream while sharing stories, telling the other about themselves until the ice cream was all gone.

"Do you do this often?" She asks him, "Eat an entire container of ice cream yourself?"

"Well sometimes it's called for." He winked at her, "And this time I didn't do it alone."

"Well I'm always glad to help you eat your ice cream Rick." She told him, settling against the wall, getting as comfortable as she could when sitting on a roof at 3 in the morning, eating ice cream with someone she just met and was apparently now incredibly attracted to.

She felt his fingers on hers then and looked down to find his hand inches from hers, hesitantly reaching out. Her heart beating hard in her chest, she swallowed and reached out for him, taking his hand in hers, lacing her fingers with his.

She tore her gaze away from their laced fingers, which felt so right, felt like her fingers were where they should always be, to look up at him, her heart warmed by the huge grin on his face.

"Kate?" He called quietly, his eyes still trained down at their hands.

"Yea?" She said just as quietly, anticipating whatever he was about to say next.

"There's something, I've always wanted to do, from the time I saw you studying in the library, your hair was a mess and you got really mad when the coffee machine wasn't working … since then, I just …" He trailed off.

She turned to him, "You just ?" She urged him to continue.

He looked at her and she was overwhelmed with the tenderness and want she saw in his eyes, her chest tightened, waiting for him to finish what he was saying.

His eyes focused on her, glancing down at her mouth for a moment, his hand coming up, cupping her face, his thumb running lightly over her bottom lip, "I just .." He whispered, as he inched closer, until they were just barely apart.

She wondered if he could feel her chest hammering away in her heart, if he could hear her screaming in her head, if he could see the same want mirrored in her eyes.

She could feel his breath on her lips, she inched closer, her lips parted, oh so ready for what he was about to do.

"Wanted to … " He breathed, her eyes fluttering closed as he ghosted his lips over hers, "kiss you."

His lips were on hers then, full and not void of passion. He tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her closer to him as she wrapped her fingers around his neck, her mouth opening against his lips, letting him in with a low moan.

He tasted like ice cream and coffee and something else she couldn't get enough of, something that had her moving, switching their positions. Something that had her swinging her leg over his lap to straddle him.

He ravished her mouth, teeth clashing and tongues seeking, it made her dizzy, it made her want more, she wanted him.

He gently bit down on her bottom lip, making her moan as he left her lips, moving down to her neck, pressing sweet kisses on her skin before attaching his mouth to that spot by her jaw, her fingers, clawing lightly at his skin as she craved more, it was driving her crazy.

She tugged him away from her neck, attaching her lips to his again, forcefully, taking from him what she desired, and swallowing his moans, when the door flew open.

Reluctantly they pulled apart, their heads turning to face the angry RA standing in the doorway.

"How many times am I going to have to come up here and find you two?" They asked, irritated.

Kate and Rick turned to look at each other, laughter tumbling from their mouths.

"Four times."

"Six times" They said at the same time.

"But, it was so worth it." Rick breathed.

"So worth it." She agreed.

End A/N: Any and all mistakes are mine.