Rescue Me:
NOTE: Not all of the words and characters are of my own creation. As this storyline revolves around many plots from the V series some of what follows has been copied from the show's creators.
Temptation:Damn he smelt good, standing there in front of her, bourbon in his hand. He was taking a keen interest in the room, anything to make conversation and avoid the awkward silence. His usual cocky confidence was gone as she imagined him, second guessing his every move. She knew what was about to happen, even though she had promised herself that it would never happen again. Hong Kong was just the result of an adrenalin rush. Working so closely together, it was bound to happen sooner or later, heat of the moment. Joe had only been gone two weeks and what would Tyler say if he ever found out. Lead FBI Agent, head of the Anti V Taskforce in bed with the FBI's most wanted criminal and leader of the anti V movement. Now there was a headline that would go viral. Her brain told her to step back, but when his hand brushed against hers it ignited every nerve in her body, he felt so good, smelt so good. It had been so long since she had the pleasure of a man, almost four years since Joe had walked out on her. Without realising it, she caressed the side of his palm and as he leaned in to kiss her and she found herself kissing him back. No! Never mix business with pleasure. The fire in his eyes when he promised her he would get Tyler back, the pain that he tried to hide when he briefly mentioned loosing someone he had lost. Who was she? What had happened? She felt such a connection to him. Without his help they would never have made it this far. She owed him so much already. She had to put a stop to this, but reaching out to take the photo from his hand, she felt the blood pulsating through his body, calling out to her. As his hand connected with her hips, her skin quivering momentarily under his touch, she decided that one last time couldn't hurt. No strings attached just two lonely people fulfilling a primal need. As he lifted her up off the floor and rested her on his hips, she tried to undo the buttons on his shirt, his beard scratching her a little, but not unpleasantly so. Letting her raw emotions take over, she threw herself at him, pinning him against the wall as she reacquainted herself with the inside of his mouth. The fresh bullet wound in his shoulder must have caused him some pain, but he never complained. As they took each other's shirts off, she was tempted to put a stop to it. Even the best intentions could go wrong and they were having the worst of luck lately, but he wasn't shy anymore. Letting her make the next move, he stood there as she undid his belt, then lifting her onto the kitchen bench top, he caressed the back of her spine down into her pants, then pulled her in closer. Her breathing grew more laboured as the excitement swelled within her. Gently, with one hand behind her head, he lowered her backwards where she stayed while he undid her buttons and took off her pants before stroking her skin from breast to pelvis. His hands were so warm, the hands of a protector rough and strong yet gentle as they slid down her skin. His lips followed the path of his fingers until they reached the cloth barrier, then returned to her lips where they tasted so warm and sweet. Undoing her bra he climbed up onto the bench top and positioned himself on top of her. As he kissed her neck, she removed her pants, eager to have him inside of her. It wasn't long before he made his way within. Their bodies joining as one as he gently and effortlessly guided himself back and forth in unison with her movements. At first she closed her eyes, tilting her neck back. She was never one to look, that's why it surprised her when she eventually opened up her eyes, to find him staring down at her, satisfaction on his face, and she didn't shy away. Sex with Joe was good, great, but she'd never been this confident. Playing with the hair on the back of his neck, she complimented his movements allowing him to get deeper and deeper inside of her. She didn't forget her troubles, they just simply weren't strong enough to overcome her anymore. She wished this could go on forever, so the sadness would never return, but she knew that is was unrealistic. The sadness would return and that guilt would accompany it. Brushing those thoughts aside, she pushed on his chest, flipping him over until she was on top of him. Rotating herself back and forth she caressed his chest as he stroked the sides of her hips. Together they came and went till exhaustion overcame them and it was time to stop. Hopping off of the bench, she grabbed his shirt and placed it over her shoulders, then went to pour herself another bourbon. Similarly, he grabbed his pants, found his belt and made himself decent. She handed him a glass and together they drank some more.
"Look I..." He began, feeling like he'd seduced her or something worse.
"Don't." She stopped him, "It's ok. I just think we need to keep things straight around here."
"Agreed." He swallowed the rest of his glass and put it down on the bench.
"It was fun. But this can never happen again." She reminded him.
"I couldn't agree more." He grinned, pleased at how nice it had felt and already dreaming about taking her into his arms again. It had been a long time since he ad let himself get this close to another person, and he remembered how good it felt.
"Um." Erica blushed, turning to speak to him, then turning back just as fast when she saw his glistening muscles, igniting her again. "Coffee?" she asked filling the pot with water as she looked for a distraction.
"I think I better be going now, but thanks." He grabbed his jacket and headed for the side door.
"Wait." She called back, "What about your shirt?"
"Keep it." He smiled, "It looks better on you anyway." And with that he was gone. Grinning like a schoolgirl, the memory of what had just happened replaying in her mind on a constant loop she warned herself to keep it professional. Two times was bad enough, three would be pushing it. Walking upstairs, she went to take a shower, but she stopped short of the bathroom and headed straight for her bedroom. His sweet smell lingered on his shirt and her skin, what would it hurt to leave it there, like a comforting blanket, just until morning?