Okay, here goes. Since I got reviews telling me I should continue I've decided I shall. It's gonna be pretty hot and heavy most of the way through. Lets face it. They've both been pretty lonely and definitely hurt a lot and what's better than a whole lotta sexual healing? :D

I was listening to I Wanna Be With You - Mandy Moore when I wrote this chapter. I kind of says exactly what Leah must have been feeling when she sought him out again. Let me know what you think.

I try to get myself to think of anything but you
I pray for your face, your warm gentle kiss I taste the truth
You know what I came here for, so I won't ask for more

I wanna be with you, if only for the night
To be the one who's in your arms, who holds you tight
I wanna be with you, there's nothing more to say
There's nothing I want more than to feel this way

Charlie POV

I hadn't slept well for the past two nights. My bed felt cold and lonely and I just ended up tossing and turning. I knew what my problem was; the thing about it was I didn't know how to fix it. I was in my office at eleven thirty at night. I figured that as long I couldn't sleep, I should catch up on the little paperwork I had. I filled out a few reports, signed a few documents my secretary had left on my desk and looked over a requisition form submitted by one of my deputies. My mind wasn't focused on it though and I threw my pen on the desk in frustration. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. Images danced behind my eyelids of a tanned lithe form beneath me, her face flushed with passion as she cried out my name and I clenched my hands into fists as I felt myself grow hard.

I knew in a muted part of my mind that I should feel guilty for taking advantage of her, or for our age difference, but I didn't. We had both been lonely and she had been hurting so badly. She had practically begged me to want her; though it wasn't as if I had to even try. When I had seen her wrapped in only a white towel, every normal male response had risen in me and by the time she had asked me if I wanted her, I had been rock hard in my jeans. I rubbed my palm down the front of my jeans now, pressing hard against my erection willing it to subside. There was no way I was doing anything about it until I reached the privacy of my own home. And there definitely was no way I was going to get what I actually wanted; which was a repeat of Saturday night.

I heard quiet footsteps outside my office in the main area of the station and wondered who it was. There was only one officer on patrol now, and he usually didn't come back to the station unless he made an arrest. There was the dispatcher/night receptionist in the front in case a person came to the station and needed something. Curious, I pushed back from my desk, taking a second to slide my gun out of the drawer as I moved to stand up. My office door opened slowly and I remained seated with my hand on my gun. The doorway was shadowed as I had only turned on my desk lamp and I saw a figure slip inside my office and shut the door. It only took a second for me to recognize who it was.

"Leah?" She took a step into the room and I saw she had a hesitant smile on her face. I slid my gun back into the drawer and closed it. I couldn't help but let my eyes roam over her body and I was instantly at full arousal. She walked to the side of my desk and looked at me for an instant before her eyes darted around the room.

"Hey," she said quietly. We were both awkwardly silent for a minute and then she closed her eyes and shook her head. "I shouldn't have come here. God, I'm such an idiot!" She turned and afraid she was leaving, I dove out of my chair and caught her wrist.

"Wait!" She looked at me with wide eyes. "Why did you come?" I asked her, basically begging her with my eyes for it to be because she wanted me again. She looked down and blushed so I stroked the side of her face. I couldn't help it, I had to touch her.

"I can't stop thinking about you," she whispered and I looked up in thanks for just a second. Her admission made me feel bold and I put a hand on her waist and pulled her a few inches towards me. "Me either," I said and she whipped her head up to look at me with wide eyes.

"Really?"

I smiled ironically. "I can barely concentrate on work," and before I could finish my sentence she plastered her body to mine and attack my mouth with her own. She pushed me backwards and I sat before I fell in my chair. She started stripping my flannel shirt off me while she devoured my lips and tongue. I welcomed the intrusion and slid a hand through her hair to hold her to me. She pulled back enough to get my t-shirt over my head and tear off her own shirt before she rested a knee between mine and leaned down into me.

"You don't know the fantasies I've had about you in this chair," she said against my lips and I felt the jolt of her words go straight to my cock. She kissed me, wet and deep, moaning into my mouth as her hot hands undid the fly of my jeans. When she pulled me free and stroked the length of me, I bucked into her hands like I was a teenager. Needing to touch her too, I cupped her bare breasts and brushed my thumbs over their peaks. Her nipples tightened under my ministrations and she arched her back into me. I rolled them simultaneously between my thumb and forefinger and she let out a tiny gasping cry. I loved that about her. Her reactions were real, uninhibited and she didn't try to be sophisticated or quiet the sounds of our lovemaking. Her vocal responses aroused me as I felt pride that I could provoke them from someone as young and beautiful as her.

She kissed my jaw and followed the column of my throat down to my shoulder. Her hands stroked me and I gritted my teeth to hold back the freight train of pleasure that was roaring through me. She had on a pair of jeans and I unbuttoned them, tugging the zipper down. I allowed the backs of my knuckles to drag down her apex and pressed them ever so slightly against her already wet slit. She instantly pushed down against my hand, grinding herself in a small circle and she pulled her face pack up to mine, licking my lips before kissing me almost chastely. She rose up on her knee, pulling me to her breast by the back of my head.

"Touch me Charlie, please." I didn't need her to ask twice. I sucked her left nipple into my mouth as I pushed her panties aside and plunged two fingers into her impossibly tight center. I pumped them in and out of her slowly, stroking her swollen clitoris with my thumb. She started pumping her hips in time with my movements, fisting my hair in her hands as she rode my fingers. Her chest was heaving as I sucked and laved her breasts and I found I needed to see her face. Her head was thrown back, her mouth slightly open as she panted and held my head in a vise grip. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. A light sheen of sweat slicked her chest and her perfect breasts bounced a little as she lifted her hips over and over. I blew a cool breath over her nipples and curled my fingers to hit her g-spot, pressing my thumb against her clit. She shattered, the walls of her vagina clasping around my fingers as she came with high breathless cries.

I had a moment's fear and shot a look to my office door. It was locked, thankfully. I thought I had seen her touch the deadbolt when she closed the door. She slumped against me, her head resting on my shoulder as her breathing slowed. I pulled my hand from her and I couldn't resist tasting her on my fingers. She whimpered when she saw me and I was scared for a moment that I had disgusted her. She licked my lips again, something she did that no other woman had ever done to me, and I found it unbearably arousing.

"You make me so hot," she said before kissing me for just a few seconds. She pulled back with a naughty smile and she slid her naked chest down over my own, kneeling in front of me. Leah ran her fingertips up my shaft and smiled as she lazily swiped her tongue over the head. I watched her in shock. The few women I had been with since Renee had left me had never once shown interest in doing that to me. Having the personality I do, I would never ask them to do it.

"Mmm," she hummed in her throat as she looked at me with drowsy lust filled eyes. She licked me from root to tip before she took the whole head of my cock in her mouth. I hissed at the wet, sucking heat of her mouth. She pushed down, taking several inches in before I felt my broad tip hit the back of her throat. She pulled back with the tightest suction I could ever imagine and repeated it over and over until I thought I was going to explode. Just before I thought I would lose it in her mouth, she pulled away with an audible pop and crawled up my body. She was fully naked and I wondered when she had gotten out of her jeans.

"I dreamed of this last night," she whispered in a husky voice as she straddled me and held my aching dick to her dripping opening. She rubbed herself up and down the tip before sinking down in one swift motion onto me. She gasped and held still, fully seated on me as her body adjusted to the forceful intrusion. After a few seconds she wiggled her hips and rotated them before kissing me on the lips.

"Lower your chair," she whispered and I instantly complied, our added weight causing the chair to descend four inches and stop with a jolt. She grinned and rolled her hips again. "I don't want it to break in the middle of this."

She began lifting her hips and slamming back down, riding me with a sensual fury. I had my hands on her waist and watched her as she moved in all her glory. It was the hottest experience of my life to date and I concentrated on holding off my orgasm. I wanted it to last as long as possible. There wasn't much room for me to move, so I let her do the work. She seemed to be enjoying herself and if I was enjoying myself any more, we would've already been finished.

She began whimpering in little patterned cries as she sped up her rhythm and I gritted my teeth knowing I wasn't going to last much longer. Reaching to where we were joined, I flicked my thumb back and forth over her swollen nub. She slammed down with a keening cry, her walls clamping down on me like a vise and I erupted. I jerked up into her repeatedly as I came, and I couldn't help the grunts that escaped me or her name forming on my lips like a prayer.

"Charlie, ahhh, oh god, uhn, uhn, ahhh," I gripped her almost too hard on the back of the neck and swallowed her screams with my mouth. She whimpered and panted as she kissed me back, rocking her hips in small motions as her body trembled and quaked with aftershocks. When we had both come down from our mutual high, she laid against me and I trailed my fingers over her back. She was always so warm and I didn't worry about her getting chilled as the afterglow wore off.

"Leah?" She didn't move and I stroked her hair. "Baby? Are you okay?" I asked, mentally giving myself a, what the hell?

Baby? When did I start calling her pet names?

"Mhmm." She mumbled against my neck and I was inordinately pleased how sated she sounded. "I can't move," she elaborated and I felt my ego swell. And why shouldn't it? I just had a twenty-two year old girl tell me she couldn't move after our lovemaking. I know I'm old fashioned, but I can't bring myself to use crude language like fucking in regards to what I had just done with her.

"Do you need to go home?" She asked, still pressed against me and I thought of home with its empty rooms and cold bed. I hugged her closer, wanting to keep her connected to me for just a little longer.

"Do you?" I asked and she chuckled. It held no humor and I frowned. The thought that she was still hurting was upsetting to me and I reminded myself that she wasn't mine to worry about.

"Nah, I'm still hiding out at Edward and Bella's."

Even knowing they had the potential to embarrass both of us; I couldn't help the next words out of my mouth. "You could come home with me."

Her head lifted slowly and she looked at me with disbelieving eyes. Good one Swan, I thought with self disgust.

"You want me to come home with you?" She asked in a voice I thought sounded hopeful. I grinned bashfully and rubbed the back of my neck.

"Well, yeah of course. But only if it's what you want." She cut me off with her fingertips on my lips and I swore there were tears in her eyes. She leaned down and kissed me sweetly, lovingly and I caught a glimpse of her soft feminine side in the simple gesture.

"I want," she said.

She reached over to the desk where there was a box of tissues on hand for distraught visitors. Pulling a few out, she eased off of me and cleaned both of us up before slipping into her jeans. She wrapped the used tissues in a crumpled sheet of paper and when I looked at her curiously, she blushed.

"You don't want whoever takes out the trash to see them do you?" and I laughed. For someone who had just been riding me like a wanton cowgirl, her sudden modesty touched me in an odd way. I picked up her shirt and pulled it over her head, smoothing it down as she tucked me back in my jeans and zipped me up with exquisite care. I hastily pulled on my t-shirt and didn't bother buttoning up my flannel shirt over it. I tucked my gun in the back of my waistband and made sure I had my wallet, keys and cell phone before I led her out of my office, locking it behind us. She didn't pull her hand out of mine and I threaded our fingers as I let us out the side door.

She sat beside me on the drive home, our hands linked once again and I wondered when things had gone from just two lonely people finding comfort to something more. Because this was more… right? Ah hell, I didn't know about stuff like this.

As I drove down my street slowly, she smiled saucily at me. "I have a fantasy about your car." I froze… I didn't think I could have sex with her in my cruiser. I was the chief of police and even though I was single, there were still things that would be frowned upon by the good people of Forks. She seemed to understand the look on my face and I was awarded a beautiful laugh.

"I don't want to have sex in your car. There's too much… stuff," she said motioning to my scanner and computer and all the other accoutrement that decorated the front of a police cruiser. But she still grinned wickedly as she leaned across to whisper in my ear.

"I want you to arrest me; take me away in handcuffs and I want to ride in the back seat. Since a holding cell is probably out of the question, you can take me to your house, or my temporary one. Then I want you to interrogate me." My eyes widened as I imagined doing what she had just said. Fuck me sideways!

"That would be so hot!" She said, her face and chest flushed with arousal and I wondered if I could keep up with her. I pulled into the driveway and glanced around to make sure there was no one to interrupt us as we made our way into the house. It was late, past midnight and there were no lights on in the windows of my neighbors' houses. I unlocked my front door with Leah's hand in my back pocket, her hot body flush against mine.

How did I get so lucky?

"Do you need a drink?" I asked her when I had shut and locked the front door.

"Sure," she said softly, following me into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and looked at what was available. I really needed to buy some food.

"Beer, OJ or water?" I asked and she reached around me to snag the last bottle of water. She hooked her fingers in the back of my jeans and a smile tipped her lips. "We can share," she told me and pecked me on the lips. She guzzled some water, handed it to me for a sip and then took it back when I was finished. I watched her drink and wondered if she just wanted to go to sleep or if she wanted more.

"I won't kill you tonight," she said with a flirty look as she set down the bottle. I breathed out an exaggerated sigh. "Well, thank god for small miracles." She moved closer to me and I put my arms around her. She hugged me back around the waist and we stood that way for a few minutes in silence. It was as if both of us needed simple human contact after so many years of being alone. She yawned from where her chin was resting on my shoulder.

"I'm so tired," she said in a quiet voice. "I haven't slept good since Saturday night." Well, I guess we had that in common. I ran my hand over her hair and had a sudden memory of her when it was long and silky. Funny thing was; now that I thought about it, her old happy self had disappeared at the same time she had cut off her hair. Not wanting to go too deeply into a train of thought that would end up making me feel guilty or uncomfortable, I pushed it out of my mind.

"Why don't we go up to bed," I suggested. Now that the adrenaline and anxiety of the past hour and few days respectively had worn off; I was beat.

She followed me this time as I led her up to my bedroom. I thanked my lucky stars that I had, on a rare burst of frustrated sleeplessness, cleaned the entire upstairs last night. I had even washed my sheets and mopped the floor. I guess from a woman's perspective, it could be neater, or at least decorated better, but at least it didn't look like I was a slob.

I suddenly realized that she might need to use the bathroom and felt like an insensitive jerk. "Uh, the bathroom's at the end of the hall. There are clean towels in the cabinet." She yawned and nodded.

"I don't even have a toothbrush," she muttered. I smiled. Lucky me, I had a habit of buying five of something when I needed one so I wouldn't have to go out the next time I needed it. I tugged her hand and she went with me down to the bathroom. I opened the cabinet behind the door and pulled out a square plastic basket. There were new toothbrushes and some shampoo and body care things Bella had left behind when she had moved out. I set it on the sink counter and smiled at her.

"Help yourself," I told her and she ran her hand over my back as she stepped to the sink. She smiled at me. "Thanks." I left her so she could have privacy and went back to the bedroom. I pulled back the covers, taking the top quilt off completely and tossing it on the chair in the corner. I wasn't sure if she was going to take a shower and I found myself remembering our first shower together. God, it had been hot!

I didn't have more time to consider it when she came back in the room in only her shirt and panties. They were low cut, barely covering her high, firm ass. She looked at me shyly. "Um, I'm too tired to take a shower," she said and I nodded. "Yeah, I'm beat," I agreed. "I'm just gonna…" I motioned down the hall and she nodded, grabbing a handful of my shirt as she kissed me.

"I'll be right here," she whispered and I breathed out slowly as she crawled onto my bed and collapsed on my pillows. She was so sexy in her white t-shirt and panties, the contrast of them on her dark skin emphasizing the perfection of her body. I looked my fill before going down to the bathroom. I didn't linger as I took care of my own needs and returned to find her asleep on her stomach, her arms wrapped around my pillow. Pulling out a pair of cotton pajama bottoms, I changed before I lay down behind her. I couldn't resist and pulled her close against me. She muttered something and let go of the pillow, turning in my arms. There was no difficulty in finding a comfortable position; she seemed to melt against me, her slim leg nested between mine. I drifted into sleep easily.

I dreamed of her as I slept. Dreams filled with laughter and happiness, where we had a future that was intertwined. I woke up the next morning, feeling incredibly depressed when I realized that my dreams had been just that… dreams. We weren't together, she wasn't mine and we definitely did not have a tiny, beautiful baby. I was in way too deep, way too fast but there was nothing in me that wanted to end this until she wanted to. I had spent eighteen years alone, with only occasional female companionship and like Leah had said that first night; I was so lonely. If she wanted to use my body for her own pleasure, and let's face it, definitely mine too; she could as long as she wanted to.

She wasn't in bed with me which made my bad feelings worse. I should have figured that she would leave before the sun came up. I rolled over and put my feet on the floor, running a hand over my face with a sigh. I shoved my fingers through my hair as I padded to the bedroom door on my way to the bathroom. I needed a shower. I smelled like her; still felt the faint traces of our office coupling on me and a little part of me didn't want to wash her scent off. But I sure as hell wasn't going into work smelling of sex.

I was engrossed in my own morose thoughts and almost missed the smell of coffee when I went into the hallway. I stopped and looked towards the stairs, confused for just a second. Leah came up them just then, holding two ceramic mugs and when she saw me, her eyes lit up and she smiled looking innocent and sexy as hell at the same time. She was still in just her t-shirt and underwear and I wondered what the hell I had done in my life to get such a beautiful woman, no matter how short the time I got to keep her.

"Hi," she breathed and I found myself smiling back at her. "Hey," I answered and she held out a cup. "I didn't know how you drink it but you had creamer in your fridge so I put some in." I took it from her and she used her empty hand to lead me back to bed. She leaned against the headboard watching out my east-facing window as the sun rose. I sat right beside her, watching her face instead of the sunrise. It was infinitely more beautiful.