A/N: I apologize in advance for the long author's note. Writing smut is not really my thing, but I wanted to push myself out of my comfort zone. The title and description describe this perfectly... this is set after 2x10 and before 2x11. I thought about also writing this scene from Mike's POV as well, not for the sex...but just to get inside his head, but I scrapped that idea. I may add a second part from Mike's POV but I haven't decided yet and I have no clue what it'll be past the initial part of the scene. So consider this technically finished, but a second part could appear at some point. As always, let me know what you think :)

Things had been tense between them ever since he bought her. Ever since she went under as a tinker bell. Since she found out he screwed his boss. She slammed the door on their personal relationship and their working one was strained at best. She hated that despite everything she still wanted him. And she was positive he still wanted her.

Otherwise why else would he have followed her to her bedroom after she got out of the shower? This wasn't like the first night they hooked up. He didn't arrest her earlier in the day. She sure as hell didn't leave her bedroom door open or drop her towel. But it wasn't long after she zipped her jean shorts that Mike entered her room uninvited. Naturally, it was only a matter of seconds before they were fighting. About everything. Nothing. He was pissed that she and Briggs used Sid to shut down Sulla before he had a solid link between Solano and Sulla. Even if he wouldn't admit it, he was pissed she lied to him about forgiving him to get him out of there. She was just as angry that he ran back to save Sulla. She wasn't sure how, but somehow that turned into an argument about their failed fling and the fact that neither of them had sex in weeks. It didn't take a genius to figure out that only increased their irritability.

"Frustrated, Paige? I know I am."

"Are you so desperate to be with me that you'll let me do anything?" Paige taunted.

Mike walked across the room, backing her towards the bed and held out his arms as an open invitation. "Do your worst."

They shared some pretty wild nights together. She wondered how far she could push him. Wondered if she had it in him to push him to the point of breaking. She admitted to being turned on when he arrested her the first night they got together. They had talked a little about bondage, but once their clothes started falling off neither wanted to waste any time. That even didn't take into account that both of them were too dominant to really play submissive. Even though their trust was broken now, it hadn't always been that way. Despite trusting each other implicitly, it probably would've been Mike that was tied up, not her. Not because she was afraid or didn't trust him. But just because when push came to shove, he was more likely to give in than her. Although, she had to admit that there was a certain appeal to letting Mike do whatever he wanted to her. But, that wasn't what she was in the mood for tonight.

Paige looked Mike up and down slowly, undressing him with her eyes, remembering the lean, muscular body hidden beneath his clothes. It had been far too long since she had been tangled up in him. Felt his lips on her skin. Tasted him. Her lips curved into a smile as she ran her hand down his chest, turned on by the idea of using Mike's body for her pleasure and denying his for as long as she wanted.

"You sure about this Mike? It won't change anything." They were adults. Consenting adults. Things were already messy and complicated between them. Throwing in sex couldn't possibly make things more complicated. If anything, it should alleviate some of the tension they felt around each other. Give them an outlet for their mutual frustration. At least for tonight. Because this was a one time thing. She needed to sleep with him one more time to get him out of her system.

Mike grabbed her and pulled her flush against his body. He firmly placed his hands on her hips and shifted slightly so she could feel him hardening beneath his jeans. "I. Want. You." Mike kissed her roughly between each word, signaling that he knew this night wouldn't be about romance and soft caresses. It was about release.

Not wanting to stop to think about why this could be a disastrous idea, Paige yanked Mike's shirt off and pushed him down on the bed. She climbed on top of him and pulled off her shirt. She watched his eyes fill with desire as he raked his eyes over her lace clad breasts. Grabbing his hands, she placed them stretched out near the headboard. She went to grab her handcuffs from her desk before remembering that she left them with the rest of her DEA gear in her car. Paige spent a few seconds contemplating going to get them or go to his room for his handcuffs, but if she moved that would give her enough time to rethink this and even though this could end in disaster, she didn't want to stop. "Don't move."

She was going to test Mike's control. He was always so measured. So perfectly in control. She was going to push him right up to the point of breaking, just because she could.

Settling herself over his lap, she started grinding her hips over his, moaning as she felt him beneath her. "This what you want Mike? You want me to ride you until we both can't move?"

"Paige..." Mike groaned and started to move his hands but Paige shook her head.

"You don't get to move until I say so." Paige cupped her breasts in her hands, but kept her bra on for now. Mike was fascinated with her breasts. There wasn't a single time where they slept together that he hadn't worshipped them. She lost count of how many times she had gotten off while his mouth teased and suckled her breasts while he fingered her. But as much as she enjoyed that, he enjoyed that too much, even though she was the one that got off.

Shifting her hips she started rocking over him. She was so turned on right now she could probably come if she could get just the right amount of friction from his jeans. Her breath quickening, she squeezed her breasts through the lace as she gyrated over him. Her breath caught in her throat and she looked down and noticed Mike was staring up at her.

The softness in his eyes contradicted everything about tonight. He saw her watching him and he closed his eyes for a few seconds, trying to cover. He stretched out his arms more and shifted his hips, trying to get her to move again. Trying to get her back in the moment. But it was too late. She saw that look.

Fuck.

She couldn't do this. Because as much as she wanted to pretend that Mike didn't matter, that he was just the nearest warm body. That she could just use him and walk away. She couldn't. He mattered. He was more than a warm body. And she couldn't walk away. Things were so fucked up between them that they couldn't even just fuck without things getting messy.

"I'm sorry," Paige apologized, climbing off him. "I can't do this." Facing away from him, she sat on the edge of the bed.

Mike sat up and moved behind her. He pulled her hair, so her neck was exposed. He bit down on her neck as he pushed her breasts out of her bra. He groped her roughly as he captured her lips in a searing kiss. Maybe she didn't need to take control. Maybe she needed Mike to take control. Pushing him back on the bed, she rolled them over so he was on top of her, hoping he would get the hint. As usual, Mike was a fast learner. He quickly undressed both of them and slipped his hand between them. He pumped his fingers in her a few times before quickly thrusting into her.

She gasped, surprised he entered her this quickly. Mike loved foreplay, but tonight wasn't about taking their time. Wrapping her arms around him, she wanted as much contact between them as possible. Just because Mike was in control didn't mean she was going to be passive. Mike sloppily kissed her as he moved over her. He shifted slightly, bringing his hand between them so he could tease her as he rocked his body against hers, applying more pressure to her clit as he continued to pound into her.

There were no whispered sweet nothings. No loving touches. No slow, lingering kisses. Just pure pleasure as he took her hard and fast. Mike moved wildly over her, almost as if he was out of control. But he wasn't hurting her. She eagerly thrust up her hips as he slammed into her, welcoming the intensity of their coupling. She needed this. They both needed this.

If only everything between them could be this easy. If only this would fix everything between them. And as much as she wanted to walk away from him after tonight, she couldn't. She kept her heart guarded closely, but somehow Mike crept his way past her defenses. Even with everything that was going on between them, knowing what he did, she still wanted him. And not just like this.

Mike suddenly stilled over her and she moved her hand to his face as she blinked back tears, "Don't stop," Paige whispered. Even now, even when she had given him permission to use her body as his plaything, he was still present enough to notice that something in her had changed. Even when they were just supposed to be fucking, she couldn't turn off her feelings. But that was exactly what she needed right now. She needed to lose herself in him and stop thinking. "Harder." Sliding her arms off him, she raised them above her head, making herself completely vulnerable to him.

Mike watched her for a few seconds and she could see the concern in his eyes give way to lust as he pinned down her wrists. Pressing his lips to her throat, he bit down. Hard enough to leave a mark, but not enough to hurt her. "So close," Mike murmured as he started moving again. "Come on, Paige. Let go. Fuck, you feel amazing. Need you - need..fuck, I need you. Need - "

Hearing him beg like that pushed her over the edge and she wrapped her legs around him, crying out his name as he finished inside her. He released her wrists and she lazily ran her hands down his sweat slicked skin, just enjoying the feel of him. In her. On her. They stayed like that for a few minutes as their breathing evened out. Mike's forehead was resting against hers, but she stubbornly kept her eyes closed not wanting to look him in the eyes right now. It was ridiculous. He was still in her. But just the idea of looking him in the eyes right now seemed too intimate.

Mike rolled off her, lying on his back and remembering the rules, he didn't make a move to pull her close like he normally would.

Which was fine with her, because she needed some distance from him. She needed to get a grip on her emotions. Tonight was supposed to be about sex. Dirty sex. She wasn't supposed to get emotional. It was supposed to be a quick fuck so she could get him out of her system only to discover that wasn't possible.

Fuck.

She rolled away from him, hoping he would get the hint and leave, despite wanting him to stay. But as she stared at the wall, the minutes ticked by and Mike made no move to leave. He was nothing if not patient. He was going to wait her out. She could tell he wanted to talk, but to his credit he was leaving that choice up to her and talking was the last thing she wanted to do right now. She was torn between asking him to leave and wrapping herself in his arms and forgetting that everything else existed. She wouldn't allow herself to do the latter. If Mike wasn't going to leave, she would.

"I need another shower," Paige announced, climbing out of bed. She grabbed a fresh towel and made the mistake of looking at Mike as she wrapped it around herself. She had always been able to read him and he couldn't hide the hurt look in his eyes, no doubt thinking that she couldn't wait to wash him away.

"I'll leave you to that," Mike harshly said as he got up and started getting dressed.

She started to feel guilty, despite this being their deal - using each other. Pleasure only. No strings. But they weren't supposed to hurt each other. She was so sick of them hurting each other. Sick of hurting.

Hesitantly, she reached out to touch his arm as he buttoned his jeans. "It's a tight squeeze, but there's room in your shower for two."

Mike stared at her for a few moments and she swore her heart stopped while she waited for him to respond. "Do you trust me?"

Seriously? He wanted to have this conversation now? "Mike..."

"Do you trust me? It's a yes or no question."

Her eyes filled with tears as she looked down for a few seconds before meeting his gaze. "I want to."

"But you don't."

"No, I don't."

Mike grabbed the rest of his things and pushed past her on his way out of her room. She angrily followed him into the hall, flinching as he slammed his bedroom door behind him. Instead of chasing after him, she ran into the main bathroom, relieved to see it was empty. Turning the water as hot as she could stand it, she entered the shower, hoping the hot water would help her calm down. She slammed the palm of her hand against the wall a few times as she started crying freely. She desperately wanted to fix things between her and Mike, but didn't know how. She wanted her girls out. She wanted to be able to trust Mike. She hated that she couldn't. But she didn't hate him. Things would be so much easier if she actually hated him.

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