Author's Note: This is my first BOP/Kegan fic. It's just a little something I came up with after watching "Going Viral Pt. 2" for the millionth time. I wrote it pretty quickly so I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors. Don't even know if it makes any sense. Please be gentle.

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A soothing, steady flow of hot water cascaded down Kate's shoulders as, for the first time in hours, she allowed herself a moment of relaxation. It was her reward. The solitude, the calming silence of such a confined space—she needed it after a demanding day at the MEO. Sitting in her office for hours filling out reports and walking around the building wearing stilettos was beginning to take a toll on her body. Although nothing was more exhausting than having to deal with Megan Hunt and her exasperating personality on a daily basis. But she enjoyed the challenge, even if she would never admit it to anyone.

From the beginning, the redhead intrigued her, even fascinated her. Megan was a complicated person—beautiful, driven, and misunderstood—but she also possessed an allure, a charm that could easily disarm Kate. It was perhaps the reason why she let her get away with so much, break so many rules. Kate chuckled at the absurd thought and closed her eyes, moaning pleasurably as she massaged her neck and lower back.

"If only someone else could be doing this for me," she said in a low, husky voice.

Since her breakup with Todd, Kate hadn't done much dating. Being the Chief Medical Examiner was a full time job and it left her with very little time for a social life. A drink with a colleague at a local bar was as close to a date as Kate had gotten in the last couple of months. On recent occasions, that colleague had been Megan. They found it a bit awkward at first—Kate especially, given their history—but gradually warmed up to the idea of each other's company. Whether the added bonus of alcohol made it seem tolerable, the two always ended up having a good time.

"Stranger things have happened," Kate mumbled as she shut the water off. Sliding the shower curtain aside, she reached for the Indian cotton towel she'd just purchased but came up empty handed. Kate frowned. "Speaking of strange..." She slid the curtain further aside and gasped slightly as, through the steam, she caught sight of a figure standing by the door.

Kate instinctively took a step back and used the shower curtain to cover her nude form. Her hidden hand reached for the shampoo bottle—the closest thing to a weapon she could think of using. "Who- who are you?" An incredibly dumb question, she thought, considering the circumstances.

The steam cleared and the figure's face was revealed.

"Megan?" Kate let out a sigh of relief and eased her grip on the shower curtain and heavy bottle. "What the hell are you doing here?" She took notice of the redhead's attire—or lack thereof. "And why are you... only wearing a towel? My towel."

Megan walked up to the bathtub and pried the curtain from Kate's grasp until she reluctantly released it. A mischievous grin appeared on her face. "Don't worry about unimportant details, Dr. Murphy."

Speechless and feeling slightly self-conscious, the blonde crossed her legs and covered her breasts with her arms. In stunned amazement, she watched as Megan dropped her towel and stepped into the bathtub, standing directly in front of her. Kate stepped back and turned away, trying to figure out what the hell and why the hell this was all happening. Why was Megan there? How did she get in? How did she even find out where she lived when no one else knew? But most importantly, why wasn't she putting a stop to it? She was her superior.

"Feeling shy all of a sudden?" Megan asked, reaching for Kate's face and slowly turning it towards hers. "Why won't you look at me? You're anything BUT shy."

The blonde chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "Glad to hear you remember what I am." She'd found her voice again. "Oh wait, I'm guessing you don't since you're in my apartment, naked, and in my bathtub!"

Megan threw her hands up in the air. "Hey, you're the one who asked for this."

Kate crossed her arms and frowned in confusion. "Asked for what, exactly?"

"This." She grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her around, and pushed her forward until she was practically pressed up against the wall.

"Hey! What are you-" Her sentence was cut short by the quick gasp that escaped her lips as Megan began massaging her shoulders. Those hands of her's were soft and gentle—just like she'd always imagined—and they knew exactly what they were doing. Megan paid extra attention to the tense muscles in the blonde's neck, which seemed to be causing her the most discomfort. It was pure bliss and Kate couldn't help but moan at the sensations the impromptu massage was creating. She wanted more—much more.

Megan's slender hands left her shoulders and teasingly made their down the sides of her body. Kate gasped and closed her eyes as a finger lightly grazed the side of her breast. They came to a stop at her hips; her thumbs began working their magic on her lower back. Again, the massage elicited a few incoherent words accompanied by a loud, pleasure-filled moan. Megan smiled, satisfied with her work, and took a step closer. Kate could feel heat radiating from the redhead's equally naked body on her back, her warm breath upon her neck. Megan's hands started traveling forward, briefly caressing Kate's toned stomach, then upwards towards her ample breasts. With her palms and using a circular motion, she teased the already erect nipples until the blonde threw her head back in ecstasy. It was all so erotic, so arousing, and it was getting out of hand. But she couldn't bring herself to put a stop to it. She missed the feeling of having someone's hands exploring every inch of her body.

Still, it was wrong.

"Megan... Stop." She did, much to her disappointment. She turned around and faced the redhead, overwhelmed by their close proximity. Megan's lips looked so enticing, so inviting. But, no. She couldn't—shouldn't. "What exactly is happening here?"

"I should've guessed you were going to ask something cliché." Kate scoffed. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Enlighten me."

"You asked for a massage; that's what I'm giving you." She paused then added, "And then some."

"Clearly," she deadpanned.

"Hey, I don't see you trying to stop me."

Kate blushed. She'd been caught. But before she had the chance to say another word, Megan grabbed her face and crashed her lips against hers. Kate, taken aback, didn't reciprocate and pushed her away. They stood for a few seconds just staring at each other, breathing heavily, trying to decide just how far they were willing to let this all go.

"To hell with it," Kate said before finally letting herself get lost in the intensity of the moment. Megan pushed her up against the cold wall, devouring her full lips, and running her hands up and down her body. She sought her breasts again—this time with her mouth—and bit the nipple before soothing it with a few light flicks of the tongue. Kate tunneled her fingers through Megan's hair and pulled her closer, demanding more. She complied and began feathering kisses down her abdomen. The blonde's breathing hitched as Megan looked up at her, smiling devilishly, as she slipped a finger between her legs and...

Kate bolted upright, startled awake by the blaring sound of her alarm clock. She looked at the time.

6:30 a.m.

"Not this again," she mumbled. Dreams of an erotic nature involving Megan Hunt had been wreaking havoc on Kate's slumber for over a week. And every night they seemed to be escalating in intensity. She was at the point where she was beginning to dread going to bed for fear of what might happen between them the next time she closed her eyes. Though Kate had never seen Megan naked, every time she saw her at work she couldn't help picturing her in that state of undress. Worse still was having to sit next to her at the bar, drinking, and discussing their love lives in great detail. It wasn't something she was accustomed to doing but the alcohol loosened her tongue. Unfortunately, it also put more images in Kate's head; they fueled the dreams.

They were set to go out for drinks again later that night, but she wasn't entirely sure she'd be up for it. Coming face to face with Megan at work was going to be awkward enough; she could only imagine what it would be like sitting next to each other at a booth. Cancelling seemed like her only option, though she still hadn't come up with a good enough excuse. Megan was very perceptive and could easily tell when a person was lying. Avoiding her all day, too, would seem unprofessional and downright juvenile, plus it would waken suspicions. They were both grown, confident women who should be able to sit down and have a mature discussion about it.
Easier said than done, she thought.

Kate climbed out of bed and headed for the shower, fighting to keep the images in her dream out of her head without much success.

To Be Continued...