Title: Weekdays
Disclaimers: Ryan Murphy is the genius.
Genre: drama/missing scenes

Rating: no graphic sexual situations, so I guess it's suitable for most?
Summary/Set: during the last episode of season 4, Christian goes off to soothe his soul after having to help Michelle out with the organ harvesting mess.

Pairing: Christian/Ashley Wednesday or better known as Blue Mondae

Note: The story has absolutely no purpose, other than enjoying some more interaction between two people I so much liked together in Charmed, Cole and Kaia (see the tonnes of my stories about them...well, not tonnes, but quite a lot given they were only in one episode).

It seemed to Christian like forever till he finally found the right street and arrived to the address that stood in Ashley's files, "screw this!" He gave up waiting for the elevator and ran up the stairs. He impatiently knocked on the door hard quite a few times before it finally opened slowly.

Ashley looked at him in surprise, "Jesus, doc! What's up? It's two o'clock in the morning! Of course, this would be a normal working hour for me otherwise, but..."

"I've been at the club. They told me you don't work there anymore. You said you were never too busy to ride me. Please, it's important."

"Important that I ride you?" Ashley opened her eyes wide, then gave a half shrug, more like with one shoulder only, pursing her lips, even more surprised, "well, come in," she stepped aside, then brought a finger up to her lips, "just don't wake my daughter up. She's only five, you know what I mean? I don't bring work home, but you're special of course."

"You've got a kid?" He whispered, "that's okay, I got one too...where can we go?" Christian looked around in the hall, eager to get those hormones pumping like a drug, doing the work for him, instead of having to think about easing his confusion and mixed feelings about Michelle and Sean, leaving, himself.

"Living room," Ashley led him to the next door on the narrow corridor, "should I dance for you? I could just do the moves, without the music if you'd like? I can do whatever you want me to, baby."

"No! I want nothing garnished, just get the nightie off!" He ordered her, not interested in exploring the coquettish undergarment, undoing his own belt. All he needed was just the pumping.

Ashley stood for a moment, bouncing on her heels, not quite getting the whole picture. She's seen many sex addicts, she practically lived off them for a long while. She hasn't seen him for months and now he's in such a hurry for her to do some shift work, "why me?" She asked while removing her underwear first and opening a chest of drawers for a condom, "I'm good at the pole dancing bit, I look good, partly thanks to you, but I just don't think it would be this maternal attitude I show to customers..."

"Cause I can't get who I want," Christian bounced on his back naked on the sofa, "the only woman who could make me feel I'm the most important person in the world and gimme her soul while having sex. You see she's married now, just to piss me off and right now, you're so thankful, the closest to having her. Any other questions or can we get to it?"

"That's interesting," Ashley moved on top of him and could already put the condom on his upright member. That man has never had problems with his erection as far as she could tell, nothing for her to knead and he wasn't interested in blow jobs from her either, "am I like her? A lookalike or something? Who is she? Of course, you don't have to tell me anything," she blabbered on as she rocked slowly, making his shaft turn to different angles inside her.

Christian moaned, "you're sex incorporated, you're a vixen, hot though, just what comes to mind," he satisfied her curiosity a little, his breath hissing as she was applying exactly the right amount of pressure on his balls. Hotness coursed through his body as she started to move up and down more quickly, squeezing his penis into deeper and deeper, tighter and tighter.

"Glad you think so! There are other people who believe the same. You couldn't find me at the club because I'm not doing that kinda work before," she continued, breathing a bit more heavily from the effort, but not giving the activity any more consideration than her body was automatically doing anyway, "I'm making movies now, can you imagine? And during the day!"

"You what??" Similarities here or there, last thing he needed was another Kimber Henry. "Will you just shut up and keep quiet! I'm sorry, but you really put me off!" Christian patted her leg to keep the action going.

Tbc