Peter wasn't sure if he'd heard her right. Had she actually admitted to there being a thingbetween them? And she was smiling about it? He wondered how many drinks she's had. Sober Megan wouldn't be saying things like this, even if they were true.

"Maybe I should take you home?" Peter suggested. He would never tell her what to do.

"I'm fine, really. Just a little tipsy." She was trying her best to act sober, but the alcohol was starting to affect her. She was on her fourth glass of scotch after all.

"Whatever you say. If you can show me you're not drunk then I'll let you go home yourself." He'd love to see her try and prove to him she wasn't drunk.

She lifted herself off the stool, but as soon as her weight had left it, it was back again. Trying to stand was not a good idea. Suddenly the room was spinning.

"You're not drunk, huh?" He chucked at her, secretly worried.

"Shut up," She glared at him, but it soon turned into a smile. "I guess you're getting your wish after all. Take me home." She took out her wallet and left a wad of money on the bar. Peter separated the proper amount and gave the rest of the money back to Megan. She stuffed it back into her purse. He helped her up and soon found out that he would have to support her so she could walk. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned into him. He wrapped his arm around her backside and his other arm held her arm that was wrapped around his front. Once they were at Peter's car he unlocked it and helped Megan get in the passenger side. He started to buckle her, but she stopped him.

"I can do my seatbelt myself. I'm not that drunk." She buckled it and smiled at him. He rolled his eyes and got in the driver's side. Even drunk she didn't want any help, except for walking. He started the engine and she told him how to get there.

By the time they got back to her apartment it had started storming. Peter parked on the curb in front of her building then looked around his car.

"I don't have an umbrella. We're gonna have to get wet." He told her as he turned the car off and took the key out of the ignition.

"That's okay," She smiled at him. He got out of the car and helped her out just as he had helped her in and they walked as best they could, due to her condition, into her building. Due to how hard it was raining they got completely soaked, but neither of them noticed until they got into the elevator. Luckily she was wearing a black sweater over her red dress. He, on the other hand, had a white undershirt under his suit jacket that was completely soaked. The wet shirt clung to his body and she could see his muscles. She subconsciously licked her lips. Peter noticed this having kept a firm eye on her drunken form ever since he first saw her at the bar.

Once they got to her floor she led him to her apartment and opened it up. He went in and looked around. It was exactly like he imagined it would be, spotless and immaculately decorated. She sat on her couch and looked at him to do the same.

He cleared his throat, "Don't you want to get out of those wet clothes?" He asked. There was nothing he hated more than being in wet clothes and he assumed the same about her.

"No, they're fine for now. They're drying." She kicked off her heels as she talked to him.

He moved over to the couch and took a seat next to her. She looked at him softly. She had him where she had wanted him for as long as she could remember. She started to move her head towards him, but he stopped her.

"As much as I want this, I can't let it happen when you're drunk. If you still want this when your sober then that's great. I'll take you out on a nice date and we can go from there, but I refuse to let this be some sleazy one night stand and I refuse to let you do anything you might regret in the morning." He explained to her as delicately as he could.

She smiled at him, "Thank you." She put her hand on his thigh. "Can I have a kiss? So I know you're serious and not just trying to blow me off?" She asked him with a need in her voice that he'd never heard from her before. Not even in situations that involved Lacey.

He slowly moved his head towards her and placed his lips softly on hers. The kiss was intense, but gentle at the same time. Sparks were definitely flying between them and they could both feel it.

A few minutes later they broke apart and started at each other. Both surprised at how good the kiss had been.

"Alright, let's get you out of those wet clothes and into bed." He told her as he stood up. He held out his hand to help her up and she gratefully took it.

"I thought you didn't want to get me out of my clothes." She teased him as she led the way to her bedroom.

"Oh I do, but not while you're drunk. Go change in the bathroom and I'll wait here." He sat on the long bench type thing she had at the foot of her bed. He wasn't quite sure what it was.

"Alright, alright." She grabbed her pajamas and went into the bathroom.

She emerged a few minutes later with her pajamas on. She looked at him with a 'what now' face. He pulled back the covers of her bed and helped her in. Once she was nice and snug he kissed her on the cheek.

"I'm going to sleep on the couch. I don't want you left alone while you're intoxicated." He started to walk to the door, but Megan's voice stopped him.

"Don't be silly. There's plenty of room in this bed. I have a few of Todd's old sleep shirts in the bottom door of my dresser. You can sleep in one and your boxers." He considered her words for a moment before he decided it wasn't a terrible idea.

He got a shirt out and changed into it. He folded up his suit and put it where he had been sitting only a few minutes earlier. He then slowly got into bed next to her. She was lying on her side, facing away from him and he was lying on his side, facing her. She pulled his arm around her and held it there. He moved closer to her and let their bodied mold together, she fit perfectly into his, and slowly they drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

tbc…?