Disclaimer: My story, just not my characters.

A/N: So I decided to be a little naughty in this one. *evil laugh* Enjoy!

Monday morning came early for Megan Hunt. She had waited so long, to see the man that made her heart skip a beat. It had been a while since Megan had gotten such feelings, but her sexy colleague had brought them back with a vengeance. As she arose from her comfortable bed, Megan walked around to the other side of her room as she headed for the bathroom. Pulling out her face cream, Megan moisturized her face before stepping into the shower. Fifteen minutes later, Megan was out and standing in front of her closet with a towel wrapped around her body. Usually her wardrobe would already have been laid out, but today was different. Today was the first day in a long time that Megan actually cared about what she had on.

After hearing how he felt about her, Megan couldn't help but make her feelings known as well. Megan had begun throwing little hints here and there, but she wasn't sure if Peter was picking up on them. After working the case with the wife-swapping cul-de-sac, she knew she had to make her advances more evident if she wanted to keep Peter on a leash.

Unfortunately, Peter had arrived early and she was nowhere near ready. Dammit! She needed more time and she didn't need him there. Realizing she had no choice but to let him in, Megan threw on her robe and went to open her door.

"Good morning," Petered greeted cheerfully. "Why aren't you dressed?"

Megan sighed, "I was about to start dressing when you knocked. Come in. I'll be ready in a few."

Peter closed the door behind him as she watched Megan scurry to her room and shut her door. He wondered why she wasn't dressed. Usually she was dressed and already on her second cup of coffee by the time he had gotten to her apartment, but today something was different. Noticing the coffee machine hadn't even been cut on; Peter went over and hit the on button as he decided to make him and Megan some coffee. Peter was so engrossed in the coffee machine that he hadn't heard Megan walk in the kitchen.

"Peter what are you doing?" Megan asked curiously.

Peter turned around and his entire expression changed as he took in Megan. He quickly picked his jaw up off the ground as he finally found words that had left his mind merely seconds ago.

"I'm making coffee. I figured you would want a cup."

Megan smiled sweetly at her partner. He was always thinking of her and putting her before himself. Not to mention his facial expression was priceless a few minutes ago. She had obviously caught him totally off guard with her sleeveless top that gathered in the back and some denim straight leg jeans with bright red peep toe pumps.

Standing on her tippy toes, Megan tried to reach her favorite mug for her morning coffee. After several failed attempts, Megan turned and batted her thick and beautifully decorated eyelashes at Peter.

Knowing what she wanted, Peter reached up and grabbed the mug. He sat it down on the counter as his arm brushed against Megan's shoulder in the process. Both adults smiled at one another but said nothing. The mind games were beginning and neither knew what the future held at this point. It was the new beginning of a great relationship, if they could ever get that far.

As the day passed, their new case was becoming more and more hectic. They weren't Seeing Eye to eye; one of their very own detectives was being accused of killing the only witness to their victim, and a new FBI agent who kept sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Finally after running around ragged, they had rescued the boy and saved his life. It was a triumphant day for everyone and they were quite thankful it was over.

Everyone was starting to leave the morgue when Peter entered Megan's office. Peter had grown quite fond of his partner and slowly feelings were starting to arise. He wasn't sure what it was about her but it definitely had to do with her badass attitude. As he walked further into her office, he took a seat in front of her desk and sighed.

"I'm starving; care to join me for dinner?" Peter asked pleasantly.

"A little, but it's too late to eat."

"Megan it's never too late to eat. What do you have a taste for?"

Megan leaned back in her chair and mulled over her answer. Right now she could go for anything, but her stomach was screaming Chinese. Turning her attention back to Peter she smiled at him nicely as she saw the smirk that rose on his face.

"How about Chinese?"

"Sounds good to me, dine in or takeout?"

"Let's do take out and head back to my apartment. I have a bottle of wine that needs to be drunk before this weekend." Megan announced through a grin.

Megan gathered up her things while Peter placed their order. Making sure all of their paperwork was done and complete, Megan began stacking files one on top of the other freeing her desk of clutter.

They finally left the morgue and headed to Panda Blossom to pick up their food. Megan offered to go in, but Peter already had one foot out the door. There was no way he was letting her pay for a dinner he had asked her to be a part of. Waiting at the counter, a waiter finally approached Peter and asked him his name, and then the young waiter picked up the sack next to the counter and handed it to him. Peter thanked him and ran back to the car.

"Here we are. Be careful, it's very hot," Peter warned Megan as he handed her the bag of food.

"Thanks for the heads up." Megan responded with a smile.

They rode in silence until they reached Megan's apartment. Peter cut the car off and unlocked the doors as he tried to prepare himself for what was to come. It wasn't like him to be nervous around a woman, but this wasn't just any woman, it was Megan Hunt. He knew he could take her on in the lab but taking her on off the job was going to be totally different.

Megan let Peter open her door for her as she carried the food. She shifted the bag to her side as she punched in the code to unlock the padded gate. She could hear Peter's footsteps behind her as she pushed open the fence and headed into the upscale building. Megan was never shy around men; she was usually trying to square off with them. Peter on the other hand was totally different from the rude, arrogant, and mischievous a-holes that she dealt with occasionally. He was polite, respectful, funny, kind, confident, and he wasn't bad on the eyes either.

Megan handed the bag over to Peter so she could fish out her house keys. She finally found them and opened the door to a dark and empty apartment. Megan walked in first as she flipped on the kitchen and hallway lights.

Peter quickly followed and headed for the kitchen to put the food down. Knowing a little about Megan's kitchen, Peter began maneuvering around trying to find plates, glasses and silverware.

Megan watched on from the foyer, finding it hilarious that Peter hadn't asked for help not once. Stepping in to assist, Megan playfully pushed Peter out the way and grabbed some plates from the second cabinet next to the refrigerator.

"All you had to do was ask," Megan said over her shoulder.

"Now where would the fun be in that," Peter retorted with a smirk.

Megan giggled at the look on Peter's face and retrieved the wine glasses in the cabinet next to the refrigerator. Next she took out the red Merlot wine that was sitting on the top shelf of her refrigerator and handed it to Peter.

"Oh so this is all I'm good for, huh?"

"Well, you may have other talents, but we'll have to wait and see," She replied slyly through a smirk.

Peter yanked the cork out as Megan took to his side and held out the glasses for him to pour in the sweet liquid goodness. The atmosphere was sweet and mellow with just enough flirtation to make it believable. They were finally together, finally alone and without a case.

Megan grabbed the bag from the island and began distributing the food amongst them. She placed the Shrimp Lo Mein noodles on the plate, then some Sesame chicken, and topped it off with the steamed vegetables they had ordered separately. Megan was putting the last toppings on her plate when she felt Peter grab her hand, stopping her from fixing her plate.

Realizing that he had probably scared the shit out of Megan, Peter handed her the chopsticks that he had been holding in his other hand. Feeling her tense up scared him, but he realized it was because she wasn't use to being this close to him without working a case.

Megan wasn't even aware that she was still holding her breath until Peter had begun to speak.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?" Megan asked.

"I said this night is truly amazing." Peter whispered in her ear.

"Yes it is. Thanks for the chopsticks as well," Megan said trying to change the subject.

She was becoming increasingly nervous at how Peter was turning her on. His touches and his smile were making her juices flow and she needed to calm herself down. Megan led the way to the couch and flipped on the TV. She quickly handed Peter the remote as she got up and headed for her bedroom.

"Where you going," Peter asked crushed.

"Stop your pouting, I'll be right back." Megan said devilishly over her shoulder.

Peter took the opportunity to fix himself and make himself more appeasable. He was having a ball at the moment and couldn't keep his hands off of her. Though he was trying to do in a sly way, he was sure Megan had caught on to his game as his hands made contact with her body every so often. Hearing Megan return, Peter picked up his plate and began eating. He wasn't sure if she wanted him to wait so out of respect, he did anyway.

"You didn't have to wait on me," Megan told him as she plopped down beside him.

Peter noticed that Megan had taken off her high heels and reapplied her eye makeup along with her luscious red lipstick. He could bite and nipple on her lips all day if he ever got the chance.

They talked and laughed and occasionally look at the television. They were enjoying each other's company more than they anticipated and the mood was just right for them. Seeing their glasses becoming close to empty, Peter headed for the kitchen to grab the bottle of wine out of the fridge. Megan also rose from the couch and picked up both of their empty plates and placed them on the counter by the food.

"Do you want seconds," Megan asked trying to get Peter's attention.

Turning around, Peter noticed how short Megan was in comparison to this morning and found her height to be quite cute. He noticed her small petite waist and her curvaceous hips as they stood alone from her towering heels.

Realizing that she was talking to him, Peter snapped to, "Um yeah, just a little of the noodles please."

Peter became extremely bold as he walked up behind her and looked over her shoulder. He knew he was crosses multiple lines but that didn't matter right now, she mattered.

Peter placed his hands on her shoulders as he began to rub them slightly. He knew he was probably getting her attention and that was his goal.

"I'm really enjoying myself," Peter told Megan over her shoulder.

Megan nodded, but remained silent. Afraid that if she was to respond verbally, a much needed moan would escape and she would be caught and totally embarrassed.

Watching as Megan tried to concentrate on the food, Peter slowly grazed Megan's neck as he swept away the dangling hair from her neck. The beautiful curvature of her neckline sent chills down his spine. Peter continued rubbing her shoulders as his hands slip her arms towards her hands. "Megan, can I tell you something?"

"Sure, I'm all ears," Megan said thanking God she wasn't facing him.

Peter began speaking again, but Megan wasn't paying any attention as his warm breath teased the nape of her neck. She shuttered in his arms, hoping that he hadn't notice and from the way he continued to talk, he hadn't.

"So basically, I just want to let you know that I really do care for you," Peter said in a low husky tone.

This scared her, he scared her. Her thoughts were quickly washed away when she felt his hand on her neck again, only this time it was followed by a pair of soft, moist lips. Megan began to lose all feeling in her body as she surrendered to Peter's touch. How was this man doing this to her? How could just a little touch send her completely over the edge? Finally coming back to reality, everything came back into focus and Megan realized that Peter was placing small kisses along her neckline. She had to stop this, before she lost complete control.

"Peter, what are you doing," Megan asked as she withdrew her neck from his lips.

Peter dropped his head and loosened his grip as he realized he may have just made a huge mistake.

"I'm-oh my god. Megan I apologize. I just got carried away and-"

Megan finally turned around facing Peter, "No need to apologize. It was partly-honestly...I was actually enjoying it."

Peter's face lit up. He couldn't believe she was letting him in, letting him scratch the surface of her heart. It was amazing how he could get her to open up. Peter quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned down to capture her lips in a sweet, romantic kiss.

They continued kissing as their hands and arms roamed each other's bodies. Nothing was breaking them apart but much needed air. This was the night of a lifetime and both Megan and Peter were loss in their sweet bliss.

Megan pulled away and looked into Peter's eyes. She could see the compassion and lust that dripped from his orbs. It had been a long time since Megan had been with a man, but tonight something changed. Megan didn't speak another word as she kissed Peter once more unleashing the passion that was hidden within her soul. Rubbing his back and gripping his biceps Megan wanted nothing more than for Peter to rip her clothes off and take her to another planet with hot and heavy, mind-blowing sex. Little did Megan know that Peter had read her mind and was already picturing how he was going to taught and tease her to no end.

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