Disclaimer: "Scarecrow and Mrs. King" is copyrighted to Warner Brothers and Shoot the Moon Productions. The plot is mine, but not the characters. This story is meant for enjoyment purposes only. No infringement is intended.

A/N-This is the second go-round of "Backgammon" to use the scenes that I didn't use in the first one. It is not necessary to have read or followed the first one to read this one. This one will differ from the first story in that it will be a series of one-shots to explore how Lee and Amanda could have gotten together permanently earlier on instead of the continuing story arc that I had in the prior one. Yes, I know that I still have 12 episodes left to go in the other one, but my muse wouldn't leave me alone on this one and I promise, the other one WILL be finished. This one will just be one you can enjoy without having to wait for updates since each chapter will be able to stand alone.

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Chapter 1-Care Package

"The First Time"

Amanda kept shifting her gaze worriedly from her mother to Lee and back again, trying to keep her mother from spotting him at the kitchen window, but still trying to help him. It wasn't until she realized that her mother had mailed the package that her real panic set it, especially at seeing the look of fury etched on Lee's face.

"Was this the dumb thing that would have made me laugh," he spat out in a clipped tone, trying to keep his anger in check.

"I hadn't heard from you. I didn't know what IT was..." she tried to justify, but he cut her off with a glower just as her mother walked back in blustering about the challenge it was for her to mail the package when she didn't drive.

"Uh..." Amanda began nervously. "I...uh...I think you missed a spot in the dining room."

"Did I? Oh, Dear." She glanced at her drenched daughter and suggested, "You oughtta go upstairs and take a nice, hot shower, get yourself warmed up a bit before you catch cold."

"Yes, Mother, I will, but you know I think I left my purse in the car, so I'm just gonna,'" she nodded to the back door with her head. "Go run out and get it."

"Of course."

Dotty returned to the dining room as Amanda sneaked out the door and hissed to Lee, "Come on. Hurry before she comes back in here again."

Lee crept in the back door and started walking the way Amanda had pointed toward the den, but ducked down quickly behind the kitchen island when Dotty's voice startled them both again.

"You know while you're out there, you might water my tulips," Dotty called to Amanda in a teasing tone. "You won't even need the watering can."

"Very funny, Mother." Amanda rolled her eyes and then whispered to Lee. "Go on. Up the stairs, first door." She turned toward the back door again.

"Where are you going?" He questioned in irritation.

"Out to the garage to find something dry for you to put on. I'm sure I've still got something of Joe's that will fit you."

"I've got a better idea," he whispered back as he reached into his pocket. "I always keep a change of clothes in my car for stuff just like this."

"Oh, of course. I mean, how silly of me not to think of that. Of course you would in your line of work. I mean, you must get into messes like this all the time. I just don't know why I didn-"

"Amanda!" he hissed to stop her ramble.

"Yes?"

"Will you just...get my bag...please?"

"Of course," she nodded and took the keys he held out.

She hurried out to his car, found the bag in question in his trunk, crept back in through the French doors to avoid running into her mother again, and hurried up the stairs. When she entered her bedroom, she let out a gasp at seeing Lee stripped down to his boxers, towel in hand.

"What do you think you're doing?" she questioned.

"Getting dried off just like you suggested," he answered nonchalantly. Noticing the way she was trying to avert her eyes, he teased, "Don't try to tell me you're bashful. You do have two children."

She glared at him. "Yes. Yes, I do and my children are right down the hall doing their homework and what would they think if they came in here to find me with a half-naked man in my room? How would I explain it?"

He chuckled. "Haven't you taught them yet about the birds and the bees? I'm thinking, given the fact that you DO have children, this isn't the first time you've seen a half-naked man." When she just continued to glare and even started to flush, he couldn't resist teasing her a bit more. "Please, tell me you have seen a naked man before and you're not one of those suburban prudes who just hides under the covers with her eyes closed until it's all over."

"Of course I have. More than one," she fired back. "I did tell you I have a boyfriend, didn't I?" She dropped his bag on her bed and approached him menacingly. "And I think the fact that I met you at that stupid party should tell you that I don't hide from anything." She jabbed a finger into his chest.

"So, who's Joe?"

"Joe?" She eyed him warily wondering just how he knew about Joe.

"Yeah, the guy whose clothes you wanted to dress me in? Is he the boyfriend?"

She shook her head. She'd been so unnerved by the sight of this well-built, nearly-naked man in her bedroom, it had completely slipped her mind that she'd mentioned Joe's name downstairs. "No. Joe's my ex-husband. Dean's my... ...my...boyfriend." Why was she telling him this?

"You DO get around, don't you? I always wondered about you supposedly wholesome housewives," he jested with a chuckle.

She whipped around to face him, shook her finger at him again and countered, "Well, I suppose it's not as much as you with your James Bond lifestyle. I suppose you're like a sailor with a girl in every port."

"I hold my own." He grabbed the scolding finger she was pointing at him and used it as leverage to pull her closer, holding her lithe body tightly against his own. "Care to find out?"

She attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, but he held her fast. "I certainly do not." His nearness, the hard muscles of his chest, the soft, deep timbre of his voice were too...too intoxicating.

"No?"

"No." she asserted as she tried again to free herself, but only succeeded in getting herself trapped tighter in his embrace, her chest pressed painfully, yet strangely erotically against his. Her nipples, already peaked from the dampness of her blouse, grew even harder against the solid wall of his chest.

"Hmm...Too bad," his voice became low and crooning as he continued. "Because you need to get out of your wet clothes too."

"I-I-I-" she stammered as his eyes bored into hers.

He took advantage of her silence. "You know, when I heard you screaming while we were being chased, I couldn't help wondering..." He paused to gauge her reaction.

"Wondering...?" Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper.

He leaned in close and murmured in her ear, "Wondering what else might make you scream."

It's for certain Dean doesn't, she couldn't help thinking. That thought should have snapped her out of her thrall, but instead it only increased it. If this man could set her on fire the way that he did by just holding her, what could he do to her in... Stop it, Amanda, she scolded herself, but still she didn't protest when his lips skimmed her ear. Nor did she protest when those same lips travelled down her neck, finding the sensitive pulse point that made her weak. "Lee..." she sighed and found her hands of their own accord, travelling the length of his hard chest, her fingers grazing his nipples while he pushed her sweater-vest from her shoulder and began working loose the buttons on her blouse.

When she felt his hands cupping her breasts, causing her to let out a low, guttural moan, reality set in and she pushed hard on his chest. "What are we doing?"

He gave her a wink and with an impish grin, responded, "If you don't know, you must not get around that much."

"OH!" She slapped at his chest. He used the opportunity to clasp her hands again and this time, he captured her mouth with his own in a fierce kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth beneath his, moaning again as his tongue swept the roof of her mouth.

Lee let out a loud groan at the contact of her pressing against him, her slender form setting him alight in a way that he hadn't felt in...well...ever. With each nip of her lips on his, each touch of her tongue, he felt himself growing harder despite the cool dampness of his underwear, the heat of her touch more than overriding the cold. He backed her up toward her bed, pushing her onto it and continued the task he'd begun of undressing her. He pulled back to look at her for a moment as he slowly reached for the button on her slacks and flicked it open. As she looked at him questioningly, her dark eyes made even darker by desire, he answered her with, "We've gotta get you out of these wet clothes."

"Yes," she choked out in a voice so filled with raw need that it sounded nothing like her own to her ears.

Lee pulled off her high-heeled pumps one at a time, dropped them to the floor with a loud thunk, thunk and then slowly peeled her wet pants down her long, shapely legs. He moved back up her body achingly slowly, planting warm, wet kisses all the way up one leg and down the other. He repeated the motion, foot, ankle, calf, thigh until Amanda was panting with the ache of the need she felt for release.

"Please," she pleaded with him.

He smirked at her as he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and yanked them down, dropped his boxers to the floor, and knelt between her legs. He took a moment to inhale the intoxicating scent of her arousal a smug grin playing across his lips as he knew it was all for him, not Joe and certainly not this Dean. Just the way she'd said, "boyfriend" earlier when they'd been talking told him all he needed to know about her feelings for him...or lack thereof. He flicked his tongue out to taste her, delighted when she twitched beneath him and let out a sigh at the contact. He dove deeper, taking her swollen nub into his mouth, suckling her while he slipped one finger inside her.

"Lee!" she cried out at the dual sensations of his mouth on her, one long finger stroking her inside. The pleasure increased as his other hand yanked down one cup of her bra and he began teasing her nipple as well, the already hardened peak adding more to the mix as he rolled it between his skilled fingers. She shut her eyes as she slid her hands through his fine hair, not caring that it was wet, as she cradled his head against her. She soon found herself keening uncontrollably as a fierce climax ripped through her and her body convulsed with the spasms of her release.

Her breathing was still out of control when she felt the bed shift as he left it for just a moment. She heard the ripping of foil and she opened her eyes to see him rolling on a condom. Before her addled mind could fully process the action, he was inside her and she found herself crying out his name again.

"Amanda," he growled as he pushed deeper into her. He lowered himself to her and captured her breast in his mouth and when she hooked her legs over his and wrapped her arms around his back, he began to move, thrusting slowly into her. How was it that this tiny, seemingly mousy, but as he quickly learned was more mouthy than mousy, housewife make him feel like he'd never felt before? He groaned louder when she pushed her hips up to meet his every thrust, inviting him into her welcoming body. He clamped his lips down onto her neck, remembering that there was a particular spot that made her squirm.

"OHH," she cried, and then caught herself when she remembered that her boys were down the hall. She linked one hand behind his head and buried her mouth in his neck, muffling her cries.

At feeling her lips clamping down on the skin just above his collarbone and feeling her inner walls clenching around him, Lee felt himself tumbling over the edge. He let out a rasping groan as he emptied himself into her, whispering her name into her hair as his entire body bucked and trembled with his release. He sputtered and gasped as he tried to catch his breath and made a move to pull away from her, but she held him tightly to her and rained soft kisses on his face and neck. No woman had ever just held him like this. He shifted uncomfortably, but as she continued to croon his name with her feather-light kisses, he soon relaxed into her warm embrace. Was this the motherly side of her taking over, he wondered? Or was this just her way of prolonging the experience? Whatever it was, he could get to like it.

Lee lifted his head to gaze at her, brushing a few still-damp tendrils of hair from her face. "Hi," he said.

She burst out laughing. "Hi?"

He shrugged. "I panicked. I didn't know what to say. That was...you were..."

She nodded. "I know." She flushed slightly when she realized how conceited that sounded. "With you, I mean."

"I knew what you meant," he affirmed as he finally rolled away from her and got up to dispose of the used condom. Not daring to look at her, he tried to sound casual as he inquired, "So, you and this boyfriend...Um...how serious is it?"

She got up and reached for her robe. "Well, considering that I just let you make me scream, what do you think?" She made a mental note to let Dean know that she just couldn't continue with him. How could she go back to being the sedate weatherman's girlfriend when a virtual stranger could... She shook her head. She had no illusions that there would be any kind of a future with a man like Lee Stetson, but she knew that there was...something better for her than a man who thought a romantic date was giving her a tour of the National Weather Service's Washington headquarters.

"Good," he nodded firmly and found himself smiling giddily. When she caught his eye, he quickly added, "I mean, for national security, you know, can't have you accidentally blabbing our secrets."

"No, can't have that," she acknowledged with a smile. Was it possible that this man she'd just met and had incredibly mind-blowing sex with was already jealous? She wondered just what other secrets she might learn about him.

Lee reached for his bag that they'd knocked on the floor during their escapade and began rummaging through it as he tried to think up a way that he could still stay in contact with her. He knew where the package was now, so he didn't need her anymore...not for the job anyway. "So...um... since you wrapped that package up to mail, you wanna' come search the post office with me and help me find it?"

Amanda burst out laughing again at his obvious attempt to keep her around and answered, "Well, I think you just learned I'm pretty good at finding..." She paused, licked her lips, nodded to his nether region and finished with, "...packages."