Author's Note: I own nothing...nothing nothing...Can you guess who my new couple love is? If you know me you can...I hope you enjoy. This is my new obsessive pairing!

Prologue

He collided into her with a solid thump and took a minute longer than strictly necessary to collect himself. He silently cursed himself for his fingers' momentary lingering on her hips. It had been only a fraction of a second and he was sure she hadn't even noticed it, but for him the memory was forever burned into his consciousness.

"Sorry." He whispered to her. He wasn't entirely sure if the apology was for the slamming into her or the lingering. One thing for sure, he wasn't really sorry for either one.

She bit her lip to keep back the disappointed sigh that threatened to overtake her when she felt him back away from her. She should have known he wouldn't have kept his fingers right where she had felt them land. He was too careful, too aware of their situation for that to occur again.

Forcing herself to concentrate on her task at hand, she turned and looked into his eyes. She felt herself melting into them yet again. She closed her eyes for a second to regain her composure.

"It's ok. Just don't distract me while I work." Silently she added "again" to her statement.

She pushed her blonde hair back behind her ears and concentrated on the lock. He knew he was supposed to be the look out. He was supposed to make sure no one would see them. And he knew it was in his best interest career wise to not know exactly how she planned on getting them inside the storage facility office.

But he couldn't help staring at her. Her absolute confidence in her ability to do this was amazing to him. Her bedrock faith that what they were doing was right and it would end up doing good instead of harm. Her jaded ease with which she had suggested this very illegal activity made him forget how young she really was. All in all, she was a fascinating package he wanted nothing more than to study and uncover.

"She's barely 18 man." He lectured himself, shaking his head to distract him from more dangerous thoughts. "Do not go down this road."

She was too young for him. Attracted far too much trouble. Not to mention the decidedly uncomfortable work environment her presence in his life was sure to create. All around, she represented one thing. Trouble. And the last thing he needed was trouble.

Then why could he not stop thinking about her?

She forced the tools in the lock and told herself she needed to pay attention or she would never be able to pull this off. Even as she lectured herself, she knew it was bogus. She could do this in her sleep. She had been doing this since she was her nephew's age. She could do this, even with being extremely aware of how close he was standing behind her and how closer he could be if he would have to move just a half a step closer to the door for any reason. She was almost praying someone would unexpectedly come in, even though her careful research showed no one was likely to come by at all. Still just one tiny half step and he would have to touch her again.

Not that she was obsessing over that moment. Not like she had been obsessing over every insignificant touch he had already given her. The slightest brush of his fingers passed hers, the barest tap of his shoulder as he walked past her in a hallway, every accidental bump, every holding of her hand in comfort, however momentarily and arbitrarily the touch happened, she remembered them and catalogued them.

Of course there was one touch she chose to remember more than most.

"Don't go there again. Don't you start. You know he won't ever let it happen again." She forced her tools a bit harder to the job she wanted them to do. The faster she could get this done, the faster they could leave. Which she was sure was exactly what he wanted.

In her rush, she felt the edge of her tool knick her finger. Feeling the unmistakable sting on pain she dropped her tools and hissed. He dropped to his knees upon hearing her distress and noticed the blood staining her skin. "What did you do to yourself, Camorrista?" he whispered to her.

She smiled at his use of her nickname. He wasn't even aware he had slipped and called her that. "It's nothing. A scratch."

"Scratches don't bleed like that," Before he could stop himself he drew her injured hand up towards his mouth. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked.

She could feel herself melting from the inside out as she felt his breath tease her fingers with his nearness. She felt herself get trapped in his brown eyes. She offered up a prayer to whatever God was up there for this moment to never end. She would gladly die in this dingy hallway if he would just keep looking at her that way.

Not quite realizing how breathy her voice had become, she blushed as she found herself unable to look away from him. "I'm not sure. But I know you will think of something."

He certainly was thinking of something. Something he should in no way be thinking of. Almost before he could recognize his intention, he closed the gap between her fingers and his mouth and gently kissed them one by one.

She drew in a shuddering breath. This she decided was close to heaven. As he kissed her last finger she used her hand to draw him near her. As she felt his mouth descend upon her, she realized this was her heaven. Being held by him and feeling his mouth cover hers was exactly where she wanted to spend eternity.

All thoughts of how wrong this was flew from his mind when he felt her mouth move against his. She was intoxicating. He wanted more and he gently prodded her mouth open and swept his tongue inside.

She decided breathing was overrated as his tongue explored every inch of her mouth. She returned the favor, savoring the taste of him. She tightened her grip on him as she wrapped her hands around his neck and buried them in his dark hair.

His hands moved down her sides as he shifted her body closer to him. It wasn't nearly close enough he decided. He inched his fingers under her shirt, nearly dying when he felt her bare skin underneath. Her very bare, very young skin, some part of his brain not under her spell reminded him.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he whispered, not bothering to stop kissing her.

"You've said that before" she teased back returning his kisses with equal ferocity.

Her skin burned where his fingers lay. She wanted more. She felt herself melt against the door as his hands began to move up her back, tracing patterns as he went. She moved to brace herself against the door, moving one hand to grasp the knob.

Her hand slipped.

He felt them falling backwards as the door sprung opened. He moved to brace them against his hands, reluctantly bringing an abrupt end to his exploration. He landed with heavy thump on top of her.

"Sorry" he whispered as he pulled his hands out of the back of her shirt.

"I don't believe you." She smiled as she rearranged herself. She grinned at him. "So Cruz, do you realize what this means?"

He braced himself for her to declare that she now had proof he had been lying when he said the last time had been about alcohol and nothing more. She was too damn smart for his own good.

"What Lulu?"

"We're in!"