THank you for reading my fanfiction.

THis pairing is very special to me, it was what brought me and one of my best friends together when we discovered the magic in these two.

THis takes place in an AU where Mia Fey is alive and with Godot while Lana is with Jake.

THank you for your time, please leave feedback as this is helpful, inspiring, and encouraging, good or bad.

Things could have gone so much better then they could have, what transgressed that night could have so easily had not happened if a few things had changed. If Godot hadn't drank that Irish coffee... If Lana hadn't been on such a high... If they hadn't been left to their own doings, they could have avoided this whole situation, but it didn't. Godot did drink that coffee, Lana was running off the fumes of her sugar and vodka, and they were left alone in that apartment. One man dressed in nothing but his briefs due to a dare in a game earlier that night, and one woman dressed as a skimpy little angel.

How did this even start? How did two friends get involved in something so wrong, yet so horribly right? It had probably started off earlier that night. Godot had invited his friends over for the evening to have a Halloween party. A stupid dare, Lana just wanted him to strip to, "I'm Sexy and I know it". It was like she just wanted to know what was under that X-Men pleather costume he was wearing. It wasn't just stripping she wanted him to do though, it was dancing as well. Godot never backed down from a challenge, and this sort of dare was just an amusing game to him. He stripped and danced, pelvic thrusting to the Kittens there as if he was a Chip n' Dale dancer.

Things didn't get much better there, Lana skipped off to another party, there they gave her hard liquor and candy, a deadly combination for the light weight she was. All in all, Godot wasn't fairing much better, downing his third mug of Irish coffee that night. When Lana Skye showed back up at his place, tackling him like he was a giant pillow, requesting that Godot did his dance again, that right there should have been a red flag. He was too hazy minded at that time to see the warning though. He obliged to her demand and started doing his erotic dance again, this time though, Lana joined him...

Dancing led to stripping, stripping led to tickling... Lana was on top of Godot, tickling her with those claws of hers, scratching his skin ever so lightly, over his chest, neck, and even on his ears. Oh, how he loved that feeling, the feeling of a Kitten's nails raking down his skin. It reminded him of rough steamy nights in bed all those years ago. The teasing on the ears though, this was such a sensual spot for him, he couldn't help but give a low roar in pleasure at this. The dangerous glint in Lana's hazy eyes should have been another red flag, but by this point Godot was turned on too much. The Kitten that had been sitting on his chest, he rolled onto her and locked her into a kiss.

Fireworks sparked, a fire that had never been known to have been there before had started to burn passionately as the two closed their eyes, enjoying this maybe a little too much.

"Kitten~" That was about all Godot could purr out as Lana wrapped her arms around his head, her fingers combing through his white hair. The Cuban could feel her heart racing against his bear chest as their kiss became more in depth, lips parting, tongues flicking in and out. Moans of delight escaped their lips every so often as they got carried away.

What little clothing that had remained on in their little strip teases were soon removed as their drunken kissing continued. Lana's nails scraped down the Latino's tanned skin as she gave mews of delight as he nipped and sucked on the skin of her neck. This was such a guilty pleasure, something they had never thought of before, something they probably never have taken part of even now considering those they could be hurting through this. With their clouded minds though, they didn't know, they didn't care. They just wanted this moment, this heated romance they had just discovered.

The proud woman was, she normally would never have allowed such sexual conduct to happen as it was. She liked to be in control more, she liked to be a tease. This was even different for Godot. He always wanted to be in charge, but he liked to take things slow with a teasing romantic sort of angle. But as Godot entered Lana there on the floor of his living room, her nails in his back, those defenses and their prowess were gone. Though sloppy from the effects of the alcohol, their movements were passionate, as if this was something they had either been expecting to happen or had been wanting for so many years.

With her cheeks flush, either from the Vodka or simply the pure delight in what was transpiring; This act of lust and desire they were sharing. She gave husky purrs and moans with each thrust, digging her claws in more and more, only edging the man on. The blind fool enjoyed this just as much, his body reacted to each sound she made, it made him want to deliver this pent up desire in the most sincere way he knew how without using thoughtless words. Her sounds weren't the only ones that could be heard. Godot's sweet whispers of love could be heard sung out in his native Spanish tongue. They meant nothing to Lana, but she could feel what he was meaning as he gave her those words in those moments.

The climax of their act of heated passion had all been what they had hoped for. They were still intoxicated, but the sensation was all the same. It was probably Lana who came first. He screams of delight filling the room as her long finger nails raked down Godot's skin, only causing his to lose his cool and release, probably much too soon for his normal enjoyment. Both tired, all their energy had gone into their actions, they laid side by side, panting, trying to catch their breath. When was the last time they had felt this tired? It seemed like ages, but it still felt so good.

There had been sweet words spoken to each other as they laid there in all their pride, but both were too tired to grasp the true meaning of what was being said. All they cared about was the feeling it left them with. Tired but happy, Godot wrapped his body around his prize, his new found Kitten as he started to doze. The scent of her shampoo seemed so warm and familiar, it was a comfort that lulled him into sleep. Lana looked at the large hands that belonged to the man spooning her. They were not the hands of the man she was use to seeing in this situation, but these hands were fine, they were rough, but inviting. The warm arm wrapped around her side and body behind her were oddly comforting as well. Why had she never realized this before? She couldn't help but wonder this as she fell into slumber.

The two slept peaceful of what was left of the night, and didn't wake until late into the afternoon the next day. There had been no panic at first. Warm arms to wake into were nothing new to either one, but it was when they realized these manly hands didn't belonged to a cowboy, and the scent of shampoo wasn't of strawberries that they realized what they had done. Lana was the first to pull away, frightened and angry like any Kitten would be having waken in the house of an unknown owner. Godot was equally surprised and distressed. Had he really cheated on his Kitten? This went against all morals he had, about relationships, trust, and respect. To make matters worse they had slept with their friend... Both of their partners best friends of one another.

What had happened to each other last night? What had leaded to such acts that made they cower there on the flood now, hiding their naked forms from one another as Adam and Eve had once done out of shame. Both of their minds were still in a fog as result of their hang overs, but one thing that still stood out in their minds as clear as day was those fireworks they had found in their kiss. It was like this light bulb clicked in both of their minds at the exact time as they looked at each other, their cheeks burning red. Had they really experienced that?

"It was like fire..."

"It was burning so heatedly, Kitten..."

Lana and Godot had spoken at the same time and then fell into silence again, their gaze not breaking from one another.

"Maybe..."

"Just to try it..."

Godot and Lana had started in once more over one another, falling into silence once again. It took them a moment to realize that they both had the same idea.

This was probably the most awkward moments of both of their lives as the two naked friends slowly closed the distance between one another. They looked like awkward teenagers going in for their first kiss as their noses met one another, nudging and bumping as if they were sword fighting. In the back of their minds they knew it was wrong to kiss their best friends companion, but they both had to know, they had to know if those sparks that they remember oh so clearly from that night were really there, of if they were just one of those drunken hallucinations. They both closed their eyes when they finally found their place in this kiss, their lips pressing against one another, and indeed, there were those firework they had recalled. This time though, there was no alcohol to dim how brightly they showed.

The kiss ended all to soon, neither one wanted to pull away, but memories they had obligations and people to see washed over them. They were saddened by all this, but if they disappeared for even a few more hours into this love again, they could be found, and this situation would just get that much worse. The two dressed in the clothes they had been in the night before, only throwing glances at one another every so often, but never catching each other doing it at the same time.

Dressed, they stood, facing one another. Their desires to repeat what had happened last night could be read on their faces, but they stood like the well mannered adults they were.

"Well, Diego, I feel it would be best if we did not speak of what happened last night again. I believe it would be better for both parties if all evidence is hidden and both witnesses never breath word of this again." Lana spoke, her cool demeanor in her tone as if it had never left. Godot gave a nod at her words. It hurt to hear her say it, but they both knew it was true.

"I agree, Kitten. We both have people we deeply care about and love that would be hurt by this if they knew. I think we can both be adults about this and play it off." He smirked, "Your old friend was here to save one drunk Kitten and allowed her to crash in his living room. That's all that happened, and nothing more has to be said, right?"

Lana gave a nod, breaking the eye contact as she cast it down at his feet. "Well, Diego, I thank you for letting me sleep over here since I wasn't well enough to go home. I hope-"

Her words were cut short, for at that moment a tanned finger lifted her chin up and the owner of that hand stole one last kiss from her.

"Enough talk, Kitten. Go... Go before I decide to change my mind." He grinned. Lana gave a slow nod which turned into her own smile.

"Very well Diego. I'm glad to have a friend like you." She said as she gathered her things and walked out the door. Godot watched her, his grin turning into a sad smile.

"It's good to have friends like you too." He replied.

Friends they were indeed, but their forbidden love would never be fulfilled out of fear of hurting their friends and lovers.