Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. If I did, it would be a very different show. Probably on premium cable, too. :)

Author's Note: I was already on the Eva/Proctor bandwagon before episode 1X03, so the ending whipped me into a shipper frenzy. I am aware that the events of episode 1X04 contradict this story, but I decided I liked it too much to change it, so here it is! Hope you enjoy. :)

The Naked Truth,
Chapter Two:

She laid there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling in the hopes it could somehow provide her with answers as to what had happened the night before. How on earth had she made her way into Proctor's bed, of all places? She remembered having drinks with Warren and Chris, remembered a bit of harmless flirting, and then things got a bit fuzzy...

Something about Chris betting her she couldn't rescue their boss from Chatty Cathy's clutches... She clearly remembered wandering over to their table and sitting down way too close to an amused-looking Proctor; vaguely remembered the speculative glint in Cathy's eyes as Proctor put a steadying arm around her waist when they went to get another round of drinks; and... There was something else, something she couldn't quite get a hold of... Flashes of hushed conversations and throaty laughter, unfamiliar lips grazing heated skin, skilled hands seeking out bare flesh...

"I gather from your reaction that you are having regrets about last night?" he said, startling her. She'd actually managed to forget he was standing just a few feet away. She was really batting a thousand, wasn't she?

"Well, um... " she trailed off as she sat up, struggling to find an appropriate answer. She watched as he walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, depositing the coffees on the nightstand.

How exactly were you supposed to tell your boss that you had no recollection of having sex with him just a few hours ago? There really wasn't a Hallmark card for that particular occasion... "Are you having regrets?" she asked, hoping to buy herself some time to come up with an answer that wouldn't make things even more awkward then they already were bound to be.

"Well, to be very honest, yes, I am," he replied.

She stared at him, thinking he must be kidding. She'd certainly never gotten any complaints before! Besides, while Proctor was definitely direct, this seemed a bit much. Still, she couldn't help feeling more than just a little insulted...

"Judging from your very indignant expression, I am going to guess you don't actually remember anything about last night?"

"I only remember bits and pieces," she admitted. "Rescuing you from Cathy and, um, other... random... things..."

"I think I'm hurt," he replied an an amused tone. "Could it be I'm not as good as I always thought I was?"

She kept quiet, once again wondering if he was being serious. He didn't seem the type to toot his own horn, so to speak, but then again... When it came right down to it, she really didn't know the man, did she?

"You know," he said, leaning in close, "I could refresh your memory, if you'd like. I'd be more than happy to oblige," he added as his lips grazed the side of her throat, sending her heart rate soaring.

"I, um," she trailed off, momentarily losing her train of thought as he dropped kisses along her collarbone. "I think that... maybe it's best if I... don't... remember..."

"And why is that, Dr. Zambrano?" he drawled as he ever-so-slowly worked his way back up to her mouth.

"Doesn't... seem... so important... right now," she managed to say just before he claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss. Throwing caution to the winds, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and dragged him down onto the bed with her. After all, they'd already crossed the line; the fact that she didn't remember any of it was irrelevant. The damage was already done; no harm in finding out exactly what she'd missed, right?

"Eva--"

"Hmm-hmm," she mumbled in between kisses as she tugged at the hem of his shirt impatiently. The man was wearing way too many clothes, especially considering her current state of undress. She definitely need to fix that...

"We need to stop," he said as he struggled to pull away from her.

"Why?" she asked, reaching for him again. "It's not like we're doing anything we didn't do last night."

"Well, actually..." he replied distractedly as he tried to get away from her busy hands.

"Actually what?" she prompted, confused by his sudden one-eighty. She knew it wasn't for lack of interest; you didn't have to be a doctor to see the man was more than just a little 'interested.'

"We didn't... That is to say we, um..." He trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words.

"What, Proctor? What exactly did we do? Or not do?"

"Nothing happened."

"Excuse me?"

"We didn't have sex."