Notes: I made a comment after "Kill Shot" about this. I nearly had my ear Becketted off and was ordered to write some fan fiction for it. It actually took a bit of a turn at the end, and wasn't at all where I had expected what was dubbed "smutsplanie" to end. The goal here was to never actually write the smut, the "the least smutty smut" was actually my directive. Then it just kind of happened like this!
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Lanie wondered how she'd ended up here, in his apartment and completely naked. They had broken up, and this was definitely not make-up sex. Her eyes rolled back when she realized just how much "not make-up sex" they'd actually had. There was her desk (she had done some pretty unspeakable things to the man), autopsy bay three (he returned the unspeakable favors, multiple times over), in the stairwell heading up to his car... God, was that really only the beginning?
She groaned and slipped from the bed. Definitely, only the beginning. She tried to get them both killed when she fell (read: threw herself) face first into his lap at the first mess of traffic they fell into. She tried again when she took care of her own needs while they barreled down a side street, trying vainly to get to her apartment faster. They came to together quick and dirty in her elevator, and again just inside her front door.
Barricading herself in the bathroom she couldn't stop the onslaught of the memories of her deviancy that overcame her. She used the ice cube trick and so did he. She did him on the counter, couch, and dining room table. They worked their way across every room in her apartment, except the bedroom. When her downstairs neighbor had finally had enough she drug him back to his car and they managed to keep their hands to themselves long enough to eat.
Once they had made it to his place all bets were off. Nowhere was safe. No surface had been spared. No patch of skin gone unexplored. No neighbors to annoy. Looking at her thoroughly sexed reflection in the mirror she choked back a sob. She had convinced herself she was just thanking him, for taking good care of her girl, for saving her life. She lied to herself expertly, and to him too. She told him it was just sex. She still didn't want to marry him, the only problem? That was a lie too.