This one shot is set straight before the events of 'You'. It was requested by a lovely reviewer by the pen-name of: 0derestsuzie0.

If you are underage and/or dont want to or have no interest in reading sexual content it's advised you navigate away to another story. -P.

It was Thursday night when a soft knock sounded at the door, waking me since I had crashed on the sofa as soon as I'd made my way in the door.

I opened the door to my neighbor Crystal. I smiled as I rubbed my eyes. "Crystal," I said.

She stood in her hoodie and jeans, complete with a toddler on one hip. "Hey there, Riley. I'm so sorry," she offered. "Did I wake you?"

"I was just about to get up," I said. I gestured for her to come in, but she only stepped into the foyer so I could shut the door behind her "How's it going?" I asked, fully well knowing what happened to her husband and avoiding the awful 'how are you's' you receive dail .

"I'm doing well," she answered, though something in her tone sounded lonely. "And yourself?"

"I'm doing good."

"That's good. Your work trip go well?"

"Yeah, I should be around for the weekend if you still need me to look after Cassie."

"That'll be great. Thanks Riley."

I tried to offer them both dinner, but Crystal refused. I said my goodbye and waved at Cassie before they walked out.

I made myself a quick dinner for one of macaroni and cheese and sat down to watch a late show. After I washed the dishes I made my way to my room for a shower.

Grabbing some clothes, I hopped into the shower, lathering my hair, rinsing it out. As I went to put conditioner in, it was strange that bits and pieces of my dream from my nap on the plane the previous day came back to me. Gabriel and me, against a wall, in a place I'd never been, hot and heavy.

I remembered the events of my dream as I soaped my body. The taste of his lips, the heat of his skin, the warm musky air of his breath. I imagined what it would be like to feel his naked skin against mine. My hand travelled down my body with its own mind.

I could still remember the feel of his mouth as it trailed down my chin, my neck, licking across my collar bone from my dream. I imagined that same mouth all over me. His body all over mine. Begging him not to stop but to keep going. To never end.

I came undone, uttering Gabriel's name not just once, but several times. My hand planted against the shower wall to catch balance as the thunderous roar of my release surged through me. My forehead pressed against the cold tiles by my hand as I fought to catch my breath.

I was barely recovered from my orgasm when I rinsed off. Just as my foot hit the bathroom rug from out of the shower, I heard a loud knock at the front door.

I wrapped myself in a towel hastily, my hair dripping, streams of water racing down my shoulders and my back, as the banging on my door persisted.

I grabbed the knob with one hand, twisting it quickly. Just as I swung the door open, my hold on the door fell slack at the sight of the man standing before me.

My hand automatically came up to my towel, clutching it shut and securing it above my bosom while the other took a firmer grip on the door.

Oh, those eyes. That chiseled face smoldering as those very eyes bored into mine. "Riley," he greeted me, the voice silky as always.

"Gabriel," I gasped under my breath.

To the guest spongebob and any other people who will ask, the point of the neighbour at the door was to fill up some space. I didn't particularly want this to only be 300 or so words long. It also helped to set the scene, a reason for Riley to wake up after her exhausting trip for work coming back from wherever around the world. -P.