First chapter of either two or three part story.

Still have two essays, an assignment and a presentation to do, but this is flowing much more easily than those are. I wonder why?

When she pushed the shirt from his shoulders, and started running her hands over his bare chest, he had to admit that she was good. They had been sitting on the couch watching a movie for the last twenty minutes and he hadn't even noticed that she had been slowly but surely, popping the buttons on his shirt.

They had been catching moments together over the last two weeks and finally, tonight, they had managed to secure a night off together. Deciding against going out, they decided just to stay in and enjoy each others company.

It was bliss.

Lindsay's mouth followed the path her hands had taken and it took Flack a few moments to regain enough though processing brain cells to make the decision that she, in comparison to him, was wearing far too many clothes.

Pushing her back, so that she fell prone against the couch, he removed her tank top before following her down. The movie all but forgotten.

He had just finished demonstrating to her, that his hands could be just as nimble as hers, by flicking the catch on her bra open with one hand, when his cell began vibrating on the coffee table set up in front of the couch.

Their matching groans weren't ones of pleasure, but of annoyance. She buried her head under his chin, whilst he reached over to pick up the phone and closed her eyes. Willing the sound to just go away.

Hearing, and feeling, him let out a frustrated sigh, she peaked out from her position and caught the name on the display - Mac. Wrapping her arms around his neck as though it would prevent him from going anywhere, she fell back with him as he lent back against the couch and flipped open the phone.

"This had better be good Mac. You do know that you're calling me on the only night off I've had in two weeks, right? I was looking forward to a quiet night in."

His hand settled on her hip, lazily tracing circles on the jeans that encased her legs as he carried on his conversation.

"And you're sure there is no one else? What about Maka?"

His hand stopped moving and she knew that he'd given in. Sitting up slightly, she placed her head in her hand and watched him as he silently apologised to her for ruining their evening in. Together.

"Ok," he said to Mac, "Do you want me to pick up anyone else on my way in? What about Lindsay?"

Sitting on his lap, she shook her head violently when he voiced that. Fixing him with a look that he either didn't understand, or choose just to completely ignore, he carried on the conversation. Knowing him as she did, she guessed the latter.

"Alright. I'll give her a call, go get dressed, pick her up and be there in about," he took a look at his watch, "Half an hour. Maybe more."

"Nah, its all right. I'll let her know. Ok Mac, catch you in a little while."

Lindsay let him close the phone with a decisive click before she started on him. Her hand landed softly, but loudly on his chest. "What did you do that for?" she asked, sitting up completely and snapping her bra back into place. "I could have enjoyed a nice, relaxing evening in. Maybe indulged in a bath."

"With me out working?" he pouted, reaching up to tap her hands away and pull her bra off before throwing it across the room.

"What did you do that for? I have to get dressed since you've nominated me to work."

He sat up then and kissed her, tangling his hands in her hair. Pulling away slightly, though still close enough that he could punctuate his next words with kisses, he said.

"The scene is about ten minutes away, tops. We have plenty of time."

She raised an eyebrow, "Plenty?"

"Plenty," he said, pulling her back to him and continuing on with what they where doing before they had been interrupted.