A/N: So here we are, at the start of yet another new fic. This is something new, something different. In the SVM fandom, doing AH (or all human) fics is really popular. However, there are no AH fics here in the NH fandom! My name is Lubadub, and I'm here to change that. For those who are unfamiliar with the idea, it just means that everyone in the story is human. No vampires, no ghouls, nada.

This was originally supposed to be a one shot PWP (porn without plot) to help me get past a MAJOR case of writer's block. It transformed into this epic story full of plot bunnies. Because of it's humble beginnings, the next chapter will be pure smut. That's just how the break up happened. I'm sure no one will mind.

Thanks to my beta, chiisai-kitty for her grammar correction and silly comments. Thank you to seastarr08, who not only pre-read this for me, but encouraged me to get my head out of my ass and just write another story instead of cramming it all into a one shot.

I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: None of this is mine. The amazing characters belong to Jeaniene Frost, author of the Night Huntress series. I just messed around with them a little bit.

The bar was too loud, my dress was too tight, and the crowed was totally annoying. It was the perfect recipe for me bailing on my best friend, Denise. Who hadn't arrived yet. Who was – let me check my watch – ten minutes late. I hated when Denise dictated the evening plans. She was a detail Nazi; she picked everything from where we went, what we wore, what we ate, well, you get the picture.

She finally came strolling in four minutes later, with a broad smile on her face. She wasn't wearing the prearranged outfit and her hair was a disaster. This was completely out of character for my best friend. Technically, she was my only friend; the best was a default. I moved to Richmond, Virginia from Licking Falls, Ohio a few years ago to start college at Virginia Commonwealth University. I shared an apartment with Denise my junior year, and we've been friends ever since. I've never been a social butterfly; even when I lived at home, my friend count was at zero. It was just me, Mom, Grandma, Grandpa, and the cherry orchard. Those trees made for really good listeners.

"You're late. And a mess. And how come I have to be a slut when you don't?"

"The answer to all your inquiries is the same. Randy proposed! We're getting married in a few weeks."

"That doesn't tell me why you're late and a mess. I do get the whole 'I shouldn't be slut when I have a fiancé' thing though."

"We celebrated, you dolt."

My blank expression gave me away. I had no clue what she was talking about.

"We had sex. Crazy, wild monkey sex. Something your sweet, virgin self wouldn't understand."

"I am not a virgin!"

"That tool you fucked back in wherever the hell you're from doesn't count. You've never really experienced sex. You had a two pump chump in the backseat of his daddy's pick up truck."

"It was my grandpa's pick up, thank you very much!"

"Whatever. Enough about Doogie..."

"Danny."

"I said whatever! Enough about him, let's talk about me!" Her favorite subject. I never really understood why we were such good friends, but I didn't question it since I didn't want to be alone. "We want to do a real quickie wedding. Neither of us are big on waiting. We're instant gratification type people. You need to be maid of honor."

Notice how she didn't ask me, she told me I was her maid of honor. Typical Denise move. Randy was a saint for wanting to marry her. She found the two people on the planet who would put up with her insanity. During my little daydream, she continued talking. I'm sure I didn't miss anything important.

"Oh! I just got a text from Randy. It says that his former flatmate, Crispin, is flying in from England for the ceremony! That's so great! Randy has the best stories from the time he spent at Oxford. From what he said, he and Cris were real dogs."

I must meet this Crispin. He sounds like a real catch. Have I mentioned yet that I'm fluent in sarcasm?

"You know what? Between all the family coming in, Randy and I won't have a room to spare. Maybe you could put Cris up at your place?"

She was asking which meant she knew she was crossing a huge line. I, sadly, knew she wouldn't stop hounding me until I agreed. She had the most wicked pouty face ever.

"I'll do it on one condition. If this Crispin dude stays with me, I get some say in the dress selection."

"Nope. You have zero fashion sense. I will never let you pick your own wardrobe out. Especially for my wedding. How about this? Save your receipts and I'll reimburse you for what you have to spend on housing him. Food, an extra set of sheets, whatever."

Denise came from a family with a lot of money. She always paid when we went out. Not for my lack of trying, but I never took advantage of it. Until now. Hello super high thread count Egyptian cotton sheets I've wanted forever. Dinner at the classiest place in town? As long as Crispin was with me, I'd write it off on my expense account. If she was going to put me out, I'd be sure to return the favor.

"Deal."

"Cool. Randy says he'll be here two weeks from tomorrow and he's staying until the day after the wedding. You'll only have to deal with him for six whole days. However will you manage with a super hot English guy sharing your tiny apartment?"

"He's getting the futon. I'm not a very gracious host."

"Sweetheart, with what I've heard about him, he'll be sharing your bed from day one."

That sounded like a challenge to me. Okay, Cat, let's see how long you can avoid bumping uglies with your new roommate. I liked a challenge. I was an incredibly competitive person. Track and Field All State three years running. Top of my class since kindergarten. I had no problem keeping my libido in check. Let's hope this jerk knew how to respect a lady's wishes.

Two weeks flew by in the whirlwind that was planning Denise's wedding. Not Randy and Denise's wedding, just Denise. Randy gave her carte blanche to do whatever she wanted, and she took full advantage of that. We'd been to the florist, the dress shop, the photographer, etc, so many times they knew us both by name. Denise was a wedding planner by trade, so they knew her already. She was lucky I worked from home and could devote so much time to her insane demands.

Today was different, though. Today was the day Crispin arrived. Denise had given me the day off from wedding duty so I could clean and shop. I'd already hit the grocery store and Bed, Bath & Beyond for fresh sheets and towels. I lived the single life well, having only the bare necessities. But now, my apartment was actually starting to look like a home. I had just finished making the bed when I heard the roar of a motorcycle approaching. I peeked out the window and saw a Ducati parking out front. I wasn't a big motorcycle fan, but I knew a pricey bike when I saw one.

The man who stepped off it was unbelievably gorgeous. As the helmet came off his head, I got the first glimpse of his bright blond hair. I never thought bleached hair on a guy looked good before this very moment. He was wearing dark wash jeans, a tight black t-shirt and a leather jacket. He took a small duffel off the back of the bike, pulled out a phone and stared up at the apartment building. It was the first time I got a good look at his face. He was beautiful. His cheekbones and jawline looked like they were chiseled from marble by a master craftsman. He had dark brows, which gave away the dye job. I'd need one of those new towels soon to wipe up the drool that was pooling on the windowsill.

I was pulled out of an erotic daydream by my phone ringing. I jumped up and grabbed it, running back to the window so I could stare and tall, blond, and gorgeous for a little while longer.

"Hello?"

"Hallo, luv. Crispin Russell here, looking for Cat Crawfield. Randy MacGregor gave me the number for your mobile. I'm standing outside your building, trying to figure out which flat is yours."

Holy shit. There was no way in hell that piece of man candy was Randy's best friend. Oh my God, he was staying here. With me. On my futon. Like twenty feet from my bed.

"Hallo? You there, pet? Did I lose the connection?"

"No! I'm right here. Sorry, I got distracted. I see you, you're standing in front of the red bike right?"

"Now this just isn't fair. Give a little wave out the window so I can see you, too."

He laughed and the sound was as rich as velvet. I wanted to get naked and wrap myself up in it. He was smiling, laughing, looking at the façade of the building trying to find my window. Part of me wanted to jump out of it just to see if he could catch me. Luckily, my rational side won out.

"How about you go to the front door and I'll buzz you up. Third floor, second apartment on the left. Oh, and it's a walk up."

"No worries, luv. I'll be there in just a moment."

We hung up and I pressed the button that would release the front door to the building. I immediately went into panic mode, straightening up the pillows on the futon that were already perfect. I checked my appearance in the mirror. My red hair was frizz free for the first time in my life and my gray eyes were glowing with excitement. Perfect conditions for meeting an English sex God, if you ask me.

I was fidgeting with my top when he knocked on the door. With a deep breath, I opened it, giving him my warmest smile. He was even better looking up close. His eyes were set deep, and were the most delicious shade of chocolate brown I've ever seen. He had lips that were begging to be kissed. I'd never wanted a man so much in my life. Too bad I had zero game and from what Denise said, he was a total slut. Maybe we would balance each other out sexually.

"Greetings from across the pond! We haven't been properly introduced, Crispin Phillip Arthur Russell III. But to be fair, the third is a bunch of bollocks. Mum gave it to me to feel fancy. My dad was just some bloke who knocked her up. She thought I deserved something special."

"Cat Crawfield. Well, it's Catherine. But everyone calls me Cat."

"Cat? You look more like a Kitten to me. And if we're being informal, most of my closest call me Bones. Mind inviting me in? This bag is deceptively heavy."

My neighbor, Timmie, had poked his head into the hallway. Crispin had the type of voice that carried, and I never had many visitors. Plus, Timmie had a total crush on me. He was cute, but not my type. I didn't have a type. Maybe I did; tall, blonde, British guys who drove Ducatis.

"Of course, come on in. There's not much of an apartment to see, but we should be comfortable for the few days you're here."

"Thanks, Kitten. I appreciate you putting me up like this. But I guess the maid of honor and best man shacking up won't shock too many folks. Usually it happens in the bathroom at the wedding though, am I right?"

I wasn't good with sexual innuendo and apparently, Crispin was. I blushed, and didn't really know how to respond.

"Well aren't I a bastard. I've gone and made you uncomfortable. Denise mentioned you were a bit shy at the get go. No worries, once we spend a little time together naked, you'll warm up."

"I'm sorry?"

"Well, as you said, it's a tiny flat. We'll no doubt see each other naked at some point. No worries, you don't have anything I haven't seen before."

"Shouldn't you have a suit?"

"Called in my measurements for Randy's tailor to take care of. I believe in flying light. Usually I just take myself, but since I'll be here the week, I figured I'd need a few things."

He motioned with the bag before tossing it on the futon.

"Do you fly a lot?"

"Yup. I'm a photographer, so I go out to exotic locales all the time. Ready at a moments' notice. Just grab my cam and go. I'm a low maintenance sort of bloke."

He turned around in a circle before settling back on me. He looked me up and down, letting his eyes settle a little too long on my cleavage.

"You weren't joking when you said it was a tiny place. Guess this is mine then?"

He flopped down on the blue futon that Denise had let me keep from our place together during college. It was old, but it was still comfortable as ever. I fell asleep on it watching television all the time.

"Yup. Kitchen is through there, bathroom there, and that door is my bedroom. If you have anything you need to hang to avoid wrinkles, you can use my closet." I pointed out each door for him, but there really wasn't anything to confuse. Three open doors made it pretty obvious what each room was for.

"Nope. Like I said, low maintenance. So, my darling Kitten, what is on the docket for tonight?"

He called me his darling. I nearly hyperventilated.

"I didn't have anything major planned. Do I need to take care of you all week, or are you meeting other people while you're here?"

"Well, I'll be out with Randy a few nights, but I can fend for myself should you have plans. Or not want my company."

"I'm sorry. Did that sound rude? I'm not used to talking to..." Super hot men who I wanted to throw down and have my wicked way with. "guys. Denise was right about me being shy."

"Well, not to worry. I shall make it my mission for my short stay stateside to break you out of that shell. Come wedding day, you'll introduce all your friends to a whole new Cat."

"Good luck. Do you want something to eat or drink? I feel like I'm being a bad hostess."

"Nope, all taken care of. I am a bit knackered from the flight. Mind if I caught a little shut eye before our big evening together?"

"What evening together?"

"Nothing major, just dinner and dancing. I do love to dance. I'm afraid I'll need to leave the details to you since I'm not familiar with the area."

"Oh. Well, we could grab dinner at this great Italian place I know. And there's a great night club maybe ten minutes away."

"Perfect! I'll catch a few z's and then we'll go. Sound like a plan?"

"Sure. I'll get some work done in the other room. If you need anything, just knock."

"Of course. Night, Kitten."

I had the bright idea to show him how to unfold the futon and then went into my bedroom. I went into super spy mode; watching him kick off his boots and sprawl out. His shirt rose up a little, revealing a strip of tanned skin that was nothing but lean abdominal muscle. I wanted to lick it, but restrained myself. I shut the door silently and booted up my computer. I logged into my work's secure site and booted up instant messenger. I was going to rip Denise a new asshole for springing this panty melter on me. Want to know more about my work? Sorry, that's classified. If I told you, I'd have to kill you. You probably wouldn't believe me anyway.

I took care of a few programming details and noticed Denise had just signed on. I typed out a perfect rant, calling her out for not warning me how hot Crispin was. Her only response was, "Hope you stocked up on Trojans! Get some!" and then she signed off. She was so dead.

I finished my work for the day and shut down. It was close to six; a good dinner hour. I opened the door to my bedroom and noticed he was still asleep. As I approached him to wake him up and see if he was hungry, his cell started to go off. He picked it up groggily, answering it in a voice that was still half asleep. I imagined what that would sound like first thing in the morning after a sex-filled evening. All of that was brushed off when he went off on the person on the other end. There was a lot of cursing, most of it British slang I didn't understand, and ended with him calling the person a "daft bat." I did not want to be that person at the moment. He tossed it down on my coffee table with a huff, noticing me standing behind him for the first time.

"My fucking assistant, Annette. I swear that tart couldn't wipe her own ass without me. She was going off on me for canceling some session in Tahiti that she was looking forward to. She just doesn't understand that my best mate's wedding is more important that her fucking models."

"Oh. I'm sorry?" I didn't know if that was the right thing to say. I never knew the right thing to say.

"Don't be. Would you look at the time, you must be starving. How about a pair of showers and we head out? Or we should shower together and save time."

"Separate is good. It's pretty cramped in there."

"Ladies first, I insist. I'll wake up a bit more while you wash up."

I tried to be fast in the shower, taking the time to shave my legs and other necessary areas. I never really prepped for a boy before, but wanted to be smooth just in case something happened. It would need a lot of gin, but miracles have happened before. I threw some product in my hair and brushed my teeth. I made sure my towel was securely wrapped around my body before grabbing the hair dryer and coming out. I looked over at the couch but he wasn't there. I was about to go in my room when a cat call came from the kitchen.

"Is that what you're wearing out tonight? I most definitely approve."

"You're a horndog. The bathroom is all yours, by the way."

"Fab. I'll be just a few minutes then."

I closed the door to my room and stared at my closet for a few solid minutes. This is why Denise always dresses me, I can't do it myself. I called her immediately.

"What do I wear to go to dinner and dancing with Crispin?"

"Hot damn that boy works fast! I figured it would be a few days at least before he got in your panties!"

"It's just dinner and dancing, not sex! Come on, he'll be out of the shower soon and I need clothes!"

"LBD it, my dear. You never fail with the little black dress."

"Which one?"

"The shortest one you got. Cris likes legs."

"Great. Thanks. Bye."

"I want details in the morning, girlfriend!"

I hung up and threw on the dress that Denise suggested. It was a simple black sheath dress; sleeveless with a scoop neck and stopped more than a few inches above my knee. I was never comfortable in it, but Denise said I looked super hot and made me buy it. I matched it with a few bangle bracelets and my red pumps. While checking myself out in the mirror, I had to do a double take. I didn't even recognize the person staring back at me. Maybe that was a good thing, maybe it was time to transform into a sex kitten and start living a little. Crispin seemed like the perfect guy to try it out on. He was here for six days and then poof, back to England with him.

I was still checking myself out when I heard a knock at the front door. I pulled myself out of narcissist land to answer it. It was Randy with a garment bag in hand. He handed it over, letting me know it was for Crispin - duh, really? - and telling me I looked great. That was fantastic for my ego. I heard the bathroom door open and Crispin walked out with a very tiny towel wrapped around his waist. Water was still dripping down his very well defined chest and abs and I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

I stepped out of the way so the old friends could properly greet each other. It was a little awkward, since Cris was mostly naked. They chatted for a few minutes before they made plans for the week and Randy left. Cris grabbed the bag from my hand, pressed a kiss to my cheek, and walked back into the bathroom to get dressed. I felt like I was on fire where his lips touched my skin. Actually, there was fire elsewhere, but I chose to ignore that for now. I did change my panties into something with a little more lace since I had the feeling he'd be seeing them later. I really hoped I didn't mess this up.

As I left my bedroom, he left the bathroom. He had kept the black t-shirt, but paired it now with a light gray suit that fit him like a glove. I needed to get the name of Randy's tailor if he could do work like this from across an ocean. He put his heavy boots back on and flashed me a smile.

"Ready, luv?"

Was I ever.

A/N2: Next chapter: Date night and lots of sex. Let's be honest, it's basically all smut. If you review, it will encourage me to post it sooner than later. Leave me some love! Let me know what you think!