He felt her hands run down his chest as she collapsed atop his body. He rested his hands on her back, holding her as close to him as he could. He could feel her heavy breathing die down as she sighed, coming down off the high he had brought her to. A moment later, he rolled them over, trapping her beneath him and capturing her lips with his own.

"I love you," He told her, pulling away.

She smiled sleepily. "I love you, too."

His hand touched her hip, running down her leg, and wrapping it around his waist. He moved his lips to her neck, breathing in her scent before kissing her there…

"Brock. Brock. Hey."

He was brought out of his daydream and looked up to see Ari snapping her fingers in front of his face.

"Sorry," He said, rubbing a hand over his eyes. "What?"

"You're creeping me out just sitting there and staring off into space. What's going on?" She flopped down on the couch next to him, curling up and wrapping her arms around him.

"Just thinking."

Ever since he had seen Reba in Gravitas the night before, he couldn't get the flashbacks out of his head. He kept remembering every time he had ever made love to her. It was taking over his mind and more than once, his body. It had been years since she had affected him in that way, so he didn't understand the sudden memory flood.

He realized he needed to go see her, talk to her, something. Obviously, something was just not the way it should be. She shouldn't be invading his fantasies anymore. That was over and done with, and he was one hundred percent convinced he had moved on. He had a wonderful girlfriend in Ari and he was not about to mess that up. He wasn't getting any younger and he made the decision that he was not going to be alone. He wanted someone by his side, and Ari was as good as any.

"I think I'm going to go for a drive," He said, standing from the couch, Ari falling a bit.

"I'll come with you."

"No, that's alright. I won't be long."

He double checked that his keys were in his pocket and walked out to his truck, wondering what he would say when he saw the woman that he hadn't really talked to for the better part of one year.

xXx

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright, you know."

Reba smiled at Ford's absolute sweet voice through the phone, checking on her the morning after their date. She had shut down the conversation pretty quickly after she had rushed out to her car.

"Thank you," She told him. "I'm fine now. It's just I hadn't seen Bro- my ex in a year and it was startling."

"I understand completely."

She smiled, leaning against the kitchen counter. "I really appreciate you not running off like I was some crazy woman."

"Nah. I'm not a very judgmental person."

"Well, I appreciate that, Ford, I really do."

"No problem. I actually wanted to know if you wanted to go out again."

"Really?"

"You seem to be surprised at everything I say. You say really a lot."

She giggled. "I do, don't I?"

"It's cute."

Her smile widened as she heard those words. She hadn't had a man call her cute, beautiful, pretty, or anything of the sort in so long. It was so foreign, but she wasn't complaining.

"Thank you," She told him, glancing down at the floor, her face going red.

"So, about another outing…"

"I'd love to!"

Just as she said those words, she heard a knock at her back door, thinking it was Barbra Jean, she poked her head around the corner to wave her in, but nearly fell over when she saw Brock standing there.

She gasped lightly into the phone, causing Ford to ask if everything was okay.

"Yeah," She told him. "Um…can I call you back in a little while?"

"I guess…"

"Okay. Thank you. Everything's fine. I'll talk to you later."

She hung up and held the phone to her chest, biting her lip as she watched Brock wave lamely through the window.

Then, before she did something she knew she'd regret later, she turned on her heel and left the kitchen, leaving Brock outside. She knew the door was locked and he couldn't get in that way or through the front. There were several things she had to think over before she got started talking to a man that she nearly fell over after seeing with another woman. Until she got all her feelings in line, she figured it would be best to avoid him. Knowing herself, she'd get mixed up and say something wrong. That always happened when she wasn't really sure what her heart was feeling.

It was puzzling, though. She hadn't felt that jealous even when Brock was with Barbra Jean. What was with her this time around?

Short, yes, but I noticed that this plot is similar to another on this site, so I want to take a little more time to make it different. I might also go ahead and do that one-shot sonfic I was talking about before. So, review and let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!