Natalie rolled over on her back, sighing heavily. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, glancing over at the man in bed next to her. Aaron was an attractive man with olive skin, dark wavy hair, and kind eyes. His chest rose and fell quickly, a broad smile spread across his face. Natalie winced, directing her attention back to the ceiling. She knew she should be feeling satisfied right now, but she wasn't. And why wasn't she? Aaron was a nice enough guy. She had met him at the grocery store and the two of them had talked for almost forty-five minutes. They seemed to click, and she ended up giving him her number. He had asked her out to dinner and this is where the night had led them. And he had been fantastic in bed. So, why was she unhappy? It certainly wasn't Natalie's first experience with casual sex, and she had never had a problem with before. But it had been several years since she had done it, and things were just different now.

"Hey, uh..." Aaron's voice startled Natalie out of her thoughts. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to be polite and turn on her side to face him. He continued, "Look, I know we don't know each other super well and, I mean, I get that it's sort of hot to say your partner's name during sex, or whatever, but, uh...my name is Aaron."

"What do you mean?" She asked nervously, confused.

"My name is Aaron. You called me Adrian."

Natalie's face flushed bright red as she sat up, pulling the covers up around her body.

"What?!"

"Yeah," he said with a chuckle.

"N - N - No, you must've heard me wrong." She stammered.

"I mean, it's kinda hard to hear it wrong when you said it as loudly as you did," He quipped.

Natalie blushed even harder, burying her face in her hands.

"Oh my Goood..." She groaned.

"So, uh, who's the lucky guy?" Aaron asked as he slid out of bed and began looking for his clothes.

"Wait, what?" Natalie asked, still stunned by what she'd been told.

"Adrian. He's, what, like, your boyfriend, or husband, or something?"

Natalie laughed nervously, shifting her gaze downward.

"Not exactly."

Aaron raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to fill him in.

"He's my boss," she said sheepishly.

"Yikes," Aaron replied, cringing.

"God, Aaron, I am so sorry. This is so embarrassing."

He walked over to Natalie. Reaching out, he grabbed her hand and gave it a little squeeze.

"Hey, I get it. Shit happens. No hard feelings. If things don't work out between you and Adrian, you can always give me a call."

She was about to protest, but Aaron had already turned around and was exiting the bedroom.

"I'll lock the door on my way out!" He called, and Natalie soon heard the front door shut.

She groaned, lying back down on her side, pulling the covers up over her. Did she seriously just say Adrian's name during sex? I mean, yes, she had been imagining him...but she didn't think she'd shown it outwardly. Apparently, she had, because, how on earth could Aaron have made that up? Natalie couldn't believe she'd let herself slip. She rolled over on her stomach, burying her face in her pillow as she started to cry. She wasn't really upset about Aaron, only embarrassed. What she was really upset about was the fact that she couldn't get Adrian out of her mind.

She had begun to develop feelings for him years ago, but it took her a long time to admit that to herself. Once Adrian had solved Trudy's case, and had begun to become a lot happier and relaxed than he was before, they had gotten much closer. She had started to call him by his first name, which, for some reason, had felt incredibly intimate for her. But, even then, she had reminded herself nothing could ever possibly happen between them. She had tried to block it out of her mind, but it was useless. Despite her best attempts not to, Natalie had fallen in love with him. And, eventually, she couldn't have sex, or even pleasure herself, without him coming to mind. She couldn't help it. She loved him, and she desperately wanted to express that love. But her fantasizing had obviously gotten out of control at this point, and she knew it.

Natalie suddenly felt the urge to call Adrian. She wanted to tell him everything that had happened and just laugh with him about it. But, of course, she knew that wasn't possible. If Adrian knew she had been fantasizing about him during sex, he'd probably die on the spot. She sighed, flipping back onto her back and closing her eyes. She drifted into sleep, the only place she could ever find her love for Adrian requited.

I got the idea for this from a prompt from the otpprompts tumblr: "Imagine Person A, crushing somewhat hard on Person B, laying in bed post-coitus with a random one-night-stand. Said one-night-stand proceeds to tell Person A that they are all for their partner calling their name during sex, but that their name is not -insert Person B's name-."

This is the first in a series of Adrian/Natalie oneshots. I will try to keep them all under 900 words. They are all separate stories, so they aren't in a particular order. Some of them will be more angsty, some will be fluffy, and, FYI, some of them will be more mature in nature. They will take place at various stages in Adrian and Natalie's relationship, but I will clarify that in each oneshot.

Please, please, please, review and let me know what you think! These are lots of fun for me and I can't wait to share them with y'all! :)