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I won't be able to type much this week. Today I heard that a hurricane is headed towards the state that I live in and I'm a nervous wreck. I might not have internet service, but if it does come, then I won't have school, and I'll be able to type... Until my laptop dies. Then I'll just be bored. I hope my house doesn't get torn down! D: Also, Thursday, my dad is having a surgery to get some kidney stones removed so please pray for him! I'm really scared about that.

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Song is I Like It by Enrique and Pitbull. I didn't know which song to do this by, so if you havebarrettes idea, let me know. :)

I Like It

Summary:

A week before the wedding, Natara finds out that Oscar has been cheating on her. Mal finds her at a bar, crying helplessly. Can he help her get over him?

You are now Detective Mal Fallon:

You walk into your favorite bar, The Drunk Tank, on a Saturday night. Your eyes scan the crowd, searching for Blaise. You scowl when you don't see her, and check your watch. 10:17. You furrow your eyebrows.

'Blaise told me she'd be here at 10… Damn girl is always late…' You think to yourself, before seating yourself at your favorite stool at the bar.

A few seconds later, your phone buzzes. You slide it out of your pocket to see it's a call from Blaise.

"Can't make it tonight. Busy. Sorry Fallon."

You frown.

"What the hell? I'm already here!"

"Drink with Diego."

"He's not here."

"Find a drinking buddy."

"Like who?"

"Kai"

"Hell no. You've got to be kidding me."

"Call your girlfriend."

"Selene is at work."

"I meant your real girlfriend."

"Who?"

"Natara!"

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Same difference."

"Seriously, Blaise. She's not. She's getting married in a week."

"All the more reason to bed her before she gets hitched."

"Blaise…" You say, warningly.

"I'm not apologizing!"

"What am I going to say? 'Hey, I know you're getting married next week, but would you like to come out and get wasted then later, go back to my apartment and do unspeakable things that I've been dreaming about for 2 years?!'" You say sarcastically.

"You've been dreaming about bedding her for 2 years?!"

"Not helping, Blaise."

"Just ask her to come out with you. Don't make it too big."

"I can't."

"You can and you will. Don't be such a dumbass. Just call her and ask. So what if she says no? You're going to call her right when I hang up, okay?"

There was a loud, familiar crying coming from the other side of the bar. You furrow your eyebrows curiously, and walk to the other side of the bar.

"What the heck…?" You mumble.

"Um, Blaise?"

"Sup?"

"I won't have to call her."

"Why not?"

"Because she's already here."

"Wha-?" she starts, but you cut her off.

"Gotta go. Talk to you later." You say, never taking your eyes off of her.

You press the end button and walk over to your partner.

She is sitting on a stool, crying her eyes out. Some creepy guy is sitting beside her, all up in her personal space, staring at her lustfully, and looking like he would take her to the bathroom at any second now. The guy was talking to her and occasionally, she would reply.

You quickly walk over there, ready to get rid of this creep.

"Oh Natara! There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" you exclaim fakely.

"Mal…?" she looks up at you, confused.

Your face visibly saddens at the sight of her. Her nose is red and stuffy, and her eyes are blood-shot from all the crying.

"Honey, why are you here?" You smile.

"Honey…?" she mumbles, furrowing her eyebrows.

"What do you think you're doing?" You growl at the creep, who's sitting a mere 2 centimeters away from her.

"Sitting…?" he says, innocently.

"Of course you are." You say threateningly.

"Who are you anyway?" The guy says, trying to look intimidating.

You quickly think for a moment. What would be a good way to scare him off?

"I'm her husband."

Your eyes flicker over to Natara, silently pleading with her to go along with it.

Her eyes widen, and she says, "Husband?!"

"That's right. I'm your husband. You must have drunk a lot if you can't even remember your own husband!"

"You're her husband?" the guy asks.

"I sure am."

"Psh. I've seen better. Come on, baby. Let me take you home and show you what real pleasure is like. Way better than this clown."

"Back off!" You growl through your teeth.

"I could take you."

"I'm a cop." Your eyes flash angrily.

"You think I care?"

"Get your ass out of here, before I do it for you."

"You don't scare me."

You quickly pull your gun out of its holster and shoot a beer bottle, the bullet whizzing right by his ear.

"Get. Out." You say, menacingly.

"I'm going! I'm going!" the guys eyes widen, frighteningly, and he runs out of the bar, tripping over his own feet.

You watch him through narrowed eyes. As soon as he steps foot out of the bar, your eyes train back on Natara.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" You ask, worry in your eyes.

"No! He was really nice! I'm fine. Fine fine fine fine fine!" she giggles.

"You're drunk, aren't you?" You purse your lips at her.

"No! I'm not drunk! How could you think such a silly thing?!"

"Yeah… How could I? I'm so silly. Why were you crying earlier?"

"I was crying?"

"Yes?" You raise an eyebrow at her.

"Oh.." she looked down.

"Why were you crying?"

"Oh, I'll tell you later!" she giggles, taking a sip of her beer.

"Natara… How many beers have you had?"

"Oh, I dunno." She shrugs innocently. "Five or six. Why?"

"Natara, you're drunk."

"No, I'm not! Stop being such a sourpuss!" she sticks her tongue out at you.

"I'm not being a-" You start.

"I love this song! Come dance with me, Mal!" she interrupts you.

"I don't think so…" You scratch the back of your head awkwardly.

"Come on. Pleeaaasssee? Just one song?" she gives you the puppy dog eyes and pouts.

"Nat, I really don't want to…"

"Please? For me?"

"….Fine. But just one dance, and I'm bringing you home."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she kisses your cheek, before grabbing your hand, and pulling you out on the dance floor.

Your eyes widen as she kisses you, and you let her pull you out onto the floor.

"Now what?" you ask awkwardly, looking around at all the other dancing couples.

"Now, we dance!" she exclaimed.

She begins to do the sprinkler, then the robot, to the disco move, and finally the Cabbage Patch.

You watch her with a smirk on your face.

"What?" she asks, stopping abruptly.

You shake your head, chuckling, and say, "You're such a dork, Natara Williams."

"Well, what would you rather me do?"

"Something not dorky…"

"Oh, so something-" she quickly presses herself against you, and whispers, "Like this?" Her barely-there curves fit perfectly in your muscular frame.

Your eyes widen and you gulp.

"Ermmm. Uh, Um…" You stutter.

She grins mischievously, and grabs your hands, placing them on her hips, without breaking eye contact.

You stand there, frozen, unable to move.

She smirks and turns around in your arms, hooking her arm around your neck from behind, then begins to grind against you.

Your eyes widen even more.

"Oh my God." You mumble.

She takes that as a good sign, and begins to grind harder.

"Nat. What are you doing?" Your voice cracks at the end.

"Dancing… Why?" she bats her eyes innocently.

"Nat, stop. Please. You're killing me…" you begin to beg, face contorting to pain. All you want to do right now is kiss her. You know she's going to hate you in the morning for even letting her do this in public.

'Stop it Mal. She's drunk! Do NOT take advantage of her. She's your best friend. Nothing more.' You think to yourself, heart rate speeding up.

She turns around; facing you again, wraps her arms around your neck, and leans in close. Close enough that you can feel her minty breath blowing on your face. Her smell is intoxicating and you feel like you are going to drown in it. Her lips are a mere inch away from yours. You stare at her face for a moment, hypnotized. You and Natara make eye contact, and you stand there, looking into each other's eyes, getting lost in them. Your eyes flash down to her lips briefly, then back up to her eyes again. Her eyes catch your eyes once again and you both unknowingly, move even closer to each other.

'Mal Fallon! She's drunk! She doesn't know what she is doing! She's going to kill you tomorrow if you kiss her! Stop it! Pull away!' You think to yourself.

You stand there, frozen, and enjoy the feel of her pressed against you for a few more seconds, before you pull away, sliding your arms back to your sides.

"C'mon Nat. We're going home," you say in a stern voice, before you can give in and stay longer.

"But I'm not through dancing!" She pouts.

"You can dance another night. Let's go." You grab her arm, and gently tug her out to the parking lot.

She begins walking towards her car.

"Oh no," you grab her elbow, halting her, "You driving is out of the question. You're drunk. You could get killed!"

"Then where else am I going to go?!"

You sigh. "Hop in." You open the passenger side of your car for her. She slowly gets in, and you close the door after her.

You take a few seconds to recollect yourself after what happened in the bar, fingers raking through your messy hair, then get in the driver's side.

You take a deep breath, and pull out of the parking lot.

"So, what happened?" You ask, trying to fill in the awkward silence.

"We almost kissed," she giggles, making faces in her rear view mirror.

"No, uh. Not that. Why were you crying?" You ask, cheeks flaming.

"I told you! I'll tell you later!" she exclaims, sticking her tongue out at the mirror and giggling at her reflection.

"Wha….What are you doing?!" You ask, shaking your head, amused.

"I don't know! This creepy lady is making the same faces as me at the exact same time that I do! It's ridiculous, and I need to make her stop because she's annoying!" Natara frowns at the mirror, then bares her teeth.

You chuckle under your breath, and face the road once again. 'I am definitely going to take Natara out to bars more… She hilarious when she's drunk!'

"Craaap! Mal, make it stooooop!" she pouts at you, pointing to the outside mirror.

"I heard that you can get rid of those creepy ladies in the mirrors by crossing your eyes and making the funniest face you can think of."

"That's stupid!" she sticks her tongue out at you.

"Fine…. Be stuck with the creepy lady then…" You shrug your shoulders, and turn your left blinker on.

She bites her lip nervously, looking between you and the mirror.

Finally she says, "Fine," then turns to face the mirror.

"Wait, I've got to see it too. I've got a creepy lady over in this mirror also." You nod at your rear view mirror on your side.

"No you don't! You have a man on your side! That means you have to make a face also!" she complains, watching you through the rear view mirror.

"Fine, on three. Ready?"

"One…"

"Two…"

"Three!"

You both face each other, putting on your silliest faces. You laugh at her, hard. Her hazel eyes are crossed, while she makes a fish face, her hands coming up beside her face to make 'gills.'

She laughs at your face. You focus one eye on her, while you make the other one go in the opposite direction.

"Ew! That's creepy!" she giggles, hysterically.

You laugh along with her, reach up one hand, and rub your eyes.

"Ugh, but it hurts like the devil!" You put both hands back on the steering wheel and take a peek over at Natara.

She's flipping through the radio stations, looking for a good song.

"Oh my gosh! I love this song!"

You raise an eyebrow at her.

"Sing with me!"

"I don't think I know the words…" You explain, uncomfortably.

"It's easy! Just keep up-" she says.

"We found love in a hopeless place! We found love in a hooooopeless place! We found love in a hopeless place! We found love in a hoooopelessss plaaaace!" she sings along with the radio, letting her window down. You laugh along with her, and roll your window down also.

"It's the way I'm feelin' I just can't denyyyyy! But, I've gotta let it goooo!" As she was singing, the open window was blowing her hair behind her, making her look like a fashion model. You stare, dumbfounded for a split second. 'She is absolutely gorgeous… And yet, she isn't mine. Oscar better thank God every single second of his life for him to be engaged to this beautiful, amazing woman beside me.' You think.

"We found love in a hopeless place! We found love in a hoooooopeless place! We found love in a hopeless place! We found love in a hooooopeless plaaaaaace!" You and Natara sing together, at the top of your lungs. After the 1st chorus, you begin to catch onto the song, since it said the same words over and over again.

You sing solo, "It's the way I'm feelin-" then you cut off and wait.

"I just can't denyyyyyy!" Natara finishes for you, giggling.

"But I've gotta let it gooooooooo! We found love in a hopeless place!" The rest of the car ride went on like that. You and Natara singing songs at the top of your lungs, wind blowing through your hair, and being blissfully happy with her.

"Pllllleeeeaaaasssseee?! C'mon Mal! Please please please!" she pouts at me.

"No. No way. No chance."

"Please Mal! I really want to!"

"No. I'm not going to."

"Please Mal? I'll give you 100 bucks!"

"No Natara! N-O. That spells noooo," You cross your arms.

"Come on Mal! Don't be a baby!"

"I'm not playing leap frog with you, Natara!"

"Why not?! You're no fun!" she pouts, looking me straight in the eye.

I sigh and turn around before I give in. "I'm going to make coffee…"

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to have to stay awake to watch you all night. Want some?"

"Yea-" she starts but you cut her off, "Actually, forget I even asked. You don't need caffeine right now anyways."

She huffs, and sits back down on the couch, watching TV.

A few minutes later, you come back, a fresh, steaming cup of coffee in your hand. As soon as you walk in, you see Natara's shirt lifted up slightly, showing her flat stomach and her bellybutton. She's looking at it curiously, while stroking her stomach.

"Whatcha doing?" You ask, trying not to laugh.

"What is this thing?!" she asks, bewildered, pointing to her belly button.

"That's your belly button." You stifle a laugh.

She looks up at you thoughtfully.

"Oh… Do you have one too?" she tilts her head to the side.

You chuckle, place your coffee down, and lift up your shirt slightly, showing your belly button and the bottom of your abs.

"Woah dude! You're ripped!" she exclaims, eyes wide.

You quickly put down your shirt, cheeks flaming.

A few minutes of awkward silence later, you look over to her. She's sitting still, off in her own world, a sad expression on her face.

"Hey Nat?" you ask softly.

She stirs and looks towards you expectantly.

"Yeah?" she whispers.

"What happened? It's later. You can tell me these things Natara. I swear, I won't tell anybody."

She looks down at the ground, shamefully, and mumbles something incoherent.

"What did you say?" You ask.

"Mal… He cheated on me. Oscar cheated on me the week before our wedding. He was asleep, and his phone kept vibrating, so I picked it up, and it was another woman." Her voice cracked at the end, tears welling up in her eyes. You quickly go to sit beside her on the couch. You gently take her hand and stroke circles on her palm with your thumb, soothingly.

She clears her throat and tries again. "The woman told me all about how Oscar had signed up for all these dating sites after we were engaged, and that she had no idea we were almost married. I hung up, and kicked him out of my house, saying that we were through. Now you know why I was at the bar."

"Oh Nat. I'm so sorry." You say sadly, but on the inside you're secretly having a mental dance party.

You bring her close to you and wrap your arms around her tiny, frail shoulders, and give her a long, lasting hug. She lays her head on your muscular shoulder. You don't want to ever leave this position no matter what.

"It's okay…"

"No it's not Nat. He's stupid. Only freaking retarded men with mental problems would cheat on you. Oscar doesn't know what he's missing. Listen to me Natara Williams," You start off, grabbing her face, and making her look you in the eyes.

"You are an amazing and beautiful woman. Any guy would be lucky to have you. You're sweet, beautiful, funny when you're drunk, and you have a great sense of humor. Don't let some jerk ruin that, okay?" You whisper to her.

"Okay…" she whispers back, getting lost in your eyes.

"You'll be alright. One day, the right guy will come along… I swear."

You lay wrapped in each other's arms for a few silent , minutes, before Natara says, "Mal… I think I will be alright. I think I'm just now realizing something, though."

"Like what?" you ask curiously, raising an eyebrow.

"I wasn't in love with Oscar."

"You weren't?!" Your eyes widen, and you take a sip of coffee before it gets cold.

"No…. I'm in love with you."

Your eyes widen even more and from the shock of it all, you begin to choke on your coffee.

"What?!" You finally say at last, your eyes and throat burning.

"I'm in love with you, Mal. Don't you love me too?" she asks hopefully.

"I…..I'm dating Selene," Your mouth says the first thing that pops into your mind.

"Oh…" she looks down sadly.

"Natara… You don't love me. That's just the alcohol talking," you explain.

"No it's not! I am in love with you, Mal! I just haven't realized until the car ride home when you brought me here and we sung together!"

"This is why you shouldn't drink beer. It makes you think crazy things…"

"I'm being serious! I'm not lying, Mal! I'm saying this as sober as I can!"

"Natara-" You grab her face again and look into her eyes. "You're intoxicated. We'll talk about this in the morning. It's time for you to go to bed."

"I don't feel like getting up!" she complains. You sigh, stand up, pick her up bridal style, carry her to your bed, and softly lay her in.

"I love you Mal."

"No, you don't," you deny. You want her words to be true. You've been wanting them to be the truth for 2 years now; just not this way. She's highly intoxicated. She'll say that to a hobo walking down the street, if she found one. This is no different.

"How do you want me to prove it to you?!" she calls.

You turn around and go up right beside where she's leaning up.

"There's nothing to prove. You don't love me. That's it. End of story ." You say in a monotone voice because you want what she's saying to be true… But you know it never can be. You're Mal Fallon, the guy with the worst luck possible.

She groans frustratingly, grips the back of your head, tangles her fingers in your hair, and pulls you down to where you are almost brushing lips with her.

"Believe me now?" she whispers. She was so close, you could easily just lean in a half of a millimeter and you'd be kissing her. You wanted to so badly for 2 years. And now here's your chance…

But instead of leaning in the rest of the way, you pull away an inch, but Natara keeps her fingers tangled in your hair.

"I'm so sorry. You'll regret this in the morning if you find out that we 'kissed.' I can't take advantage of you when you're drunk. I'm sorry, Nat…" You beg and plead with your eyes for her to understand.

She groans and brings you closer again. This time, her lips head for your neck.

"What the-…Oh my God." You mumble as she nibbles on the tender skin of your neck.

She giggles at your reaction, then moves up to suck lightly on your sweet spot, the skin right behind your earlobe.

"God, Natara," You groan, closing your eyes, enjoying her lips pressed against your skin. She then moves to the side, and kisses the very corner of your lips teasingly.

You go in to kiss her on the lips deeply, but she heads back down for your neck, kissing it, slowly. You close your eyes briefly again and enjoy the sensation.

She flips you both over, so that you are lying down and she's on top of you, straddling you. She heads back up to your face, and before you realize it, she's already got your blazer and blue shirt off, revealing your well sculpted muscles. She grins mischievously as she runs her hands over your washboard abs. While she's doing that, she kisses every inch of your face, besides your lips. You try to capture her lips with yours but she's too fast.

"Dammit Natara!" you growl huskily, getting frustrated that you can't kiss her. She grins against your shoulder blade, turns her head, and begins to suck on your neck lightly. You're pretty sure it's going to be a hickey in the morning.

Suddenly, guilt floods you. She's going to hate you when she becomes sober. She'll never talk to you again, just because you let her have her way. Or, her drunken way. Your throat clenches painfully at the thought of her never talking to you again.

She comes away from your neck, satisfied with her work, and brushes her lips against yours. This is your chance… Are you going to take it, and please yourself, but make her hate you forever or are you going to not take the chance, chicken out, and stop her.

She's just about to deepen the kiss when… You turn your head sharply, so she only kisses your cheek.

"I can't Nat," you bite your bottom lip nervously. She bends towards you, and takes your bottom lip in her teeth, out of yours. She doesn't kiss you or anything. Just stays there, with that little piece of your pink flesh in her teeth. She slowly scrapes her teeth down it, until she lets go.

"Kiss me," she whispers.

You groan. "Natara, I can't."

"Yes, you can. You are my husband, aren't you?" she asks, reminding me of the bar.

"You don't know how bad I want this-" You start, while she is kissing your shoulder blade. "But it can't happen right now, okay?"

"Fiiiine," she flops over, on the other side of the bed, landing right beside me.

I breathe a sigh of relief, but I also yearned for her to be on top of me again.

"You should, uh…. You should go to sleep. You're going to have one hell of a headache tomorrow."

She stays silent.

You get up, go over to a few drawers, and hand her one of your T-shirts, and some long shorts.

"Here, you can sleep in these. They both will be too big but, uh… You can tighten up the shorts." You offer them to her. She takes them, gets up silently, and walks to the bathroom. You grab your discarded shirt and slide it back on. A couple of seconds later, she walks out of the bathroom.

Your eyes widen. 'I think I like it way better when she wears my clothes than when she wears hers!' You think to yourself, checking her out.

"I… I think I'm ready to go to sleep now," she says, trying to stifle a yawn.

"Oh! Right! Uh, of course. Here," you pull back the covers of your bed for her, and she silently slides in them.

You start to turn away to leave when you hear, "Hey, Mal?"

"Hmm?"

"One kiss goodnight? Please?" she pouts at you.

"I dunno…"

"It can be anywhere. Please please?!" she smirks hopefully.

"Ugh, you know I can't say no to that face," You tell her, leaning in. You slowly kiss her on her forehead for a long moment before backing away, and heading to the living room. Right before you get out of the doorway, you whisper, "Goodnight Natara."

"Night Mal."

You turn the light out and head into the living room to set up a make shift bed on your couch. You grab a pillow and a blanket, and place it on the couch. Since your coffee (and that exciting moment that had just happened in your room) hasn't worn off yet, you flip on the TV, and watch the news for a while.

Ten minutes later, you see your bedroom door open, and Natara shuffle to the doorway and stay there.

"Mal?" she asks in a small voice.

"Yeah? What's wrong?"

"N.. Nothing's wrong. It's just that I…"

"You what?"

"I don't want to sleep alone," she mumbles, looking at the floor, blushing hard.

"Why not?" You tease.

"…..monsters," she whimpers.

You chuckle under your breath.

"Fine… But I'm going to have hell from Selene if she hears about this," you walk to your bedroom, Natara shuffling after you.

"Ladies first," you gesture towards the bed. She crawls in on the left side, pulling the covers up to her nose.

You quickly take off your shirt and pants, now only in boxers.

You see Natara's eyes widen as she checks out your top half.

You chuckle and get in on the opposite side, as far away from her as possible.

She giggles, and you turn around to face her.

"What? I don't have cooties," she rolls her eyes, scoots closer to you, and snuggles up to your chest, resting her head on your steadily beating heart.

You stiffen, then after a few seconds, you begin to relax, and wrap your arms around her. 'What the heck? I mean, she's drunk right? She'll never remember this by tomorrow. Might as well enjoy it while I can.'

You two fall asleep in each other's arms.

You are now Special Agent Natara Williams:

Your head is pounding. You can't stay asleep because the pounding is getting worse and worse. You try to open your eyes, but they feel like 100-pound weights. You groan and lift your arm to rub your eyes. When your arm is traveling on its way, though, it brushes against something you would've never expected.

Skin… Warm skin. Then you notice, the skin is all around you; Warmness surrounding you.

You're generally confused. The last thing you remember was Oscar had cheated on you, you broke up with him, and went to the bar. You can't remember anything else that went on after that.

You must've gotten wasted and slept with some random stranger out of heartbreak. You sigh. 'No more alcohol for me.' You decide you want to know what person the skin belongs to, since it's not yours.

You groggily force your eyes open only to see the sleeping face of your handsome partner, Mal Fallon.

'Oh my gosh. I slept with my partner?! I slept with my best friend?! This is awful! Oh my goodness!'

You take a look around, to see you're in Mal's apartment, in Mal's bed, and even, on top of Mal, who has his arms wrapped around you. You look down to see that Mal is bare-chested and you're even wearing clothes twice the size as you… Mal's clothes.

You can't help it. It all comes as a shock, so you scream a blood-curdling stream.

"Holy-!" Mal yells, so startled, he falls off the bed, taking you with him.

"Ahhhh!" You yell, still wrapped tight in Mal's arms.

Luckily, Mal lands on the bottom, getting most of the impact, while you land on top of him.

"Well, good morning to you too," Mal says, grumpily, rubbing his eyes.

"Mal! Why am I here?! What happened!?" You ask, worried sick.

"Calm down. I'll tell you all that stuff during breakfast… Now, go get in the shower. It'll help with the hangover." He instructs you. You nod and go to take a quick shower.

Ten minutes, later, you come out feeling a little bit better than when you first woke up, although you still have a headache. You walk into Mal's room to see he's laid out two aspirin and a glass of water for you on his dresser. There is also a tiny note.

'Take these and come out when you're ready. I'm making breakfast. –Mal'

You quickly swallow the pills, downing the water, and walk to his kitchen. You see him facing the stove, cooking something.

"Mal?" You ask, softly.

"Natara! Hey! I didn't hear you come out…" he said, absentmindedly laying his hand down…on a hot pan.

He lets out a girly shriek, and jerks his hand away, cursing. He holds his hand to his chest, then examines his fingers. He looks up to you, seeing you leaning against the doorframe, trying not to laugh.

"Shut up. It's not funny. I think I have a 3rd degree burn!"

You chuckle, and gently take his fingers in your own, examining them. He watches you with a serious face.

"It's not a 3rd degree burn. 1st if anything. It just looks a little red. You'll be okay," You say, letting go of his fingers and looking up. You realize that you're only about an inch away from his face. He lets out a sigh, blowing his minty breath in your face.

"You sure about that?"

"I am…" You're suddenly aware of how close your bodies have gotten. Your eyes find themselves looking into his deep cerulean ones, as he looks straight into yours. Your eyes quickly flicker down to his soft lips before going back to his eyes. He catches you though, and starts to lean in at the same time you do. Just as your about to brush lips, you notice something move behind him…

"Mal! The breakfast! It's on fire!" You exclaim, completely ruining the moment.

His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Wha-" he turns around and you see his eyes widen. "Oh my God!"

Behind him, the food on the stove has erupted in flames! Mal grabs an oven mitt and starts trying to pat out the fire, but it just erupts into flames, also. He shrieks, and throws it on the ground, stomping the fire out.

You quickly run to his closet, and come back with a fire extinguisher. A few minutes later, the fire is finally extinguished and there is foam everywhere on Mal's stove.

You give him a bewildered expression. He replies with a sheepish one.

You shake your head, and put down the fire extinguisher.

"Well, now our breakfast is… dead. I'll just cook some more…" Mal said, turning around to get stuff out of the fridge.

"No!" You exclaim.

He turns around and looks at you. "You're probably right… I'm not that great of a cook, heh heh."

It's silent for a moment before he asks, "Well, I've got poptarts?"

Fifteen seconds later, he slides a paper plate with your poptart on it in front of you at his (kitchen) island. You sit down on a stool, watching him as he sits beside you.

"What?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," You blush, and face your food. A few seconds later you turn to him again.

"So… What happened last night?"

You are now Detective Mal Fallon:

As soon as the question comes out of her mouth, your mind flashes back to last night. Or, rather, what she was doing to you last night.

You clear your throat awkwardly, and shake your head, trying to get rid of your thoughts.

"Wha… What do you mean?"

"I mean, um.." she looks down at the ground, blushing. "Did we… You know…" she trailed off, awkwardly.

Your eyes widen with realization and you quickly say, "What?! No! No no no no no! Not at all. Nothing like that!" 'But we both kinda wanted to…' You mentally add, then curse yourself for even thinking that.

She breathes a sigh of relief. "Oh, good."

You furrow your eyebrows. 'Good?'

She notices you furrowing your eyebrows and tries to cover herself up, "Uh, I mean. Not that I don't want to! I mean, I..I don't want to but… I'm not saying that you aren't good but… I… I'm just going to shut up now." She blushes hard, and looks at her breakfast.

You chuckle under your breath at her embarrassment., excitement flooding your eyes.

'She said she wanted to! …And then right after she said she didn't but she was stuttering! That could mean something.' 'Wait, Mal. You can't be having these thoughts! You have a girlfriend! Who is probably going to kick your ass anyways for letting her stay over here. Oh, Mal Fallon. What have you gotten yourself into?' '…Why am I talking to myself?'

Natara, still red, looks at your feet and asks, "Uh, so last night… Did I.. like, do anything embarrassing?'

"Besides flirt with a total creep and do the sprinkler in front of a whole bar of people? Nope." 'And tell me that you're secretly in love with me…'

"Oh crap…" she groaned, putting her face in her hands.

"Hey, it's alright. I had your back. And I sure as hell made sure that creep didn't do anything to you," you shudder at the thought of what would have happened if you didn't show up when you did.

"Thank you Mal," she replies softly, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"For?"

"Being there for me…"

"Hey, that's what friends are for," you gulp, smiling slightly.

She smiles at you. "Is that all I did?"

"Uh, yeah. I think," you divert your gaze to your half-eaten breakfast.

"You uh… You told me what happened with Oscar, also."

Her head whips in your direction.

"What did I tell you?" she whispers quietly.

'That you love me.'

"He cheated on you and signed up for some internet dating sites while you two were engaged," you say through a clenched jaw.

"Oh…" she replies.

"Nat, if you want me to kill him, I swear I will. That son-of-a-bitch doesn't deserve to live after hurting you like that," you feel your eyes flashing angrily at the thought of Oscar.

Natara gently squeezes your bicep, bringing you out of your murderous thoughts, and you turn to look at her, jaw still clenched.

She reaches up and gently kisses your cheek, making your face soften and your jaw unclench.

"It's okay, Mal. You don't have to. I'm fine, really. I don't really think I ever loved him in the first place," she says with a small smile. Your mind flashes back to this exact conversation last night.

'No… I'm in love with you.'

"Really?"

She nods silently, looking deep into your eyes.

"Listen, I, uh. I better go. Thanks for letting me stay here last night, Mal," she breaks eye contact with you and slides off the stool.

"No problem," you walk her to the door.

"So, I guess I'll see you later?"

"Of course," you smile at her, as she walks out. Before she's even taken 5 steps, you quickly call out, "Hey Nat?"

She turns around and looks at you expectantly. "Yeah?"

"If you're not doing anything tonight, would you, uh. Would you like to go to dinner? We could go to Seans?" You ask hopefully. Her face breaks out in a smile before she nods her head.

"Sure. I'd like that," she looks at you one last time, before she starts to walk away again.

You close the door and brace yourself behind it, blowing out a breath of relief. You've already decided what you're going to do tonight. But before you put that plan into action, you have to get something done first…

COD~COD~COD

"You're breaking up with me?!" Your now ex-girlfriend, Selene shrieks at you.

You stand in her doorway, hoping that she doesn't pull out a gun on you, because that's how mad she looks.

"Yes… Yes I am. I'm pretty sure I just said that."

"Why?!" she hisses.

"Cause you're a bitch." You shrug, casually.

"It's because of her, isn't it?! Because of that whore!"

"Now, now. No need to talk about yourself so rudely…"

She tries to slap you, but you quickly grab her wrist.

"Violence is never the answer, my dear."

"You're breaking up with me because of her?! The Special Whore from the Freakin' Bitch Institute!"

"I don't think that's what FBI stands for…" She tries to slap you again, but you step back, so she only swats at air.

"Since when did you become so violent?" you smirk.

"Ugh, I hate you, Mal Fallon!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go on with the whole 'You'll regret this later on' message. Just get it over with." You yawn.

She sits there, fuming in anger. "I bet that hickey right there is from her, too, isn't it?!"

"Maybe, maybe not. Wouldn't you like to know." You smirk as she becomes red with anger.

"You-!"

"Listen, I'm just going to leave now. Bye Selene," you cut her off, opening the door, and walking away.

She puts her head in the open doorway and shouts, "You'll regret this, Mal Fallon!"

"I'm sure I will!" You say sarcastically, not even turning around.

You exit her apartment building with a smile on your face.

One thing down; one to go.

COD~COD~COD

Later, around midnight, you and Natara are back at your apartment. You had already gone out to eat, laughing and teasing each other the entire time, and went back to your place to sit around and watch movies. You had decided that you were going to tell her how you feel about her tonight. You don't think she was lying when she had drunkenly told you that she loved you. Why else would she make up something as serious as that? You decided that you were just going to take a chance and finally, try to be with her… When the right time came.

It was the ending of Breakfast at Tiffany's (Natara's idea) where the two main characters were kissing in the rain.

You clear your throat awkwardly, watching Natara, who also looked uncomfortable.

A few minutes later, the movie was over.

"Well, that was cheesy," you say.

"It was not! I thought it was romantic!" she defends.

"Oh, come on. Kissing in the rain? That's so cheesy. As cheesy as you could get," you roll your eyes.

"You can't tell me that you never get atleast a little cheesy sometimes," she teased.

"I don't… If I want to tell a girl I love her, I just come out and say it." 'Lies.'

"Have you told Selene yet?" she asks shyly, looking at me from under her eyelashes.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Cause I don't love her."

She raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I broke up with her today."

"What? Why?"

"Cause she's a bitch."

You notice that she tries to hide a smile.

"You say that so casually as if it's no big deal."

"Because it isn't. I don't like her, so I broke up with her."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's not like it's your fault or anything." 'Actually, it is her fault that I don't like Selene. Not that I mind though.'

She smiles and looks at her watch.

"It's midnight. I think I'm gonna head on home," she says, yawning, and getting off of the couch.

"Okay, let me walk you out," you stand up too, and open the door for her.

You both walk to her car, in your own thoughts.

"Bye Mal," she says, softly.

"Bye," you reply.

'Ugh, I missed my chance again! Dang it! I can't let her get away again. I just can't. Just say it. Just tell her that you love her!'

She's just about to step in her car, when you say, "I lied."

"What?" she asks, looking up at you.

You sigh, walk over to her side of the car, shut her door, grab her hand, and lead her to the sidewalk. You let it her hand go and watch as it falls limply to her side.

"This morning, when you asked me if you had done anything embarrassing. I lied."

"So, I didn't flirt with an old creep?" she asks, confused.

The corner of your lips turn up slightly. "No, you did do that."

"Then what?"

"You asked me if that was all you did. I lied when I said that was all."

"So? What did I do?" she asks, looking scared.

"You tried to kiss me." Her face rearranges into horror and she takes a step away from you.

"Mal, I'm so sorr-"

"But, I didn't let you because I didn't want to take advantage of you while you were drunk."

Her face relaxes and she breathes out a sigh of relief. "Thank you-"

"But now you're sober." You move closer to her. "So I can take advantage of you however I want."

"What are you talking about?" she asks, fear in her eyes, but she stands frozen.

"Last night…" You start. 'Here we go.'

"You told me that you loved me." You take another step towards her.

Her face rearranges into nervousness and horror.

"M..Mal, I had so many drinks last night. That.. That was the alcohol talking!"

"Was it?" You raise an eyebrow. "Because I don't think that it was. I think you were absolutely serious. I know you love me Natara."

"But… No, I mean.. The beer.. and, and you…. And I couldn't have… I-" she stutters.

You quickly cross the space in between you two, grab her face, and silence her stuttering. Her lips meet yours halfway in a world-shattering kiss. At first, it starts off as a slow kiss. Your hands slide from her face, down to the small of her back. You pull her closer to you, leaving no space. She wraps her arms around your neck. Suddenly, you deepen the kiss and it becomes desperate, as if you two were going to die in the next two minutes. You begin to walk and Natara's back hits the passenger door of her car.

You press yourself against her, leaving no space in between the two of you. The kiss remains desperate, both of you kissing passionately. Your hands are on her hips, while hers grip the front of your shirt, bringing you impossibly closer. She then moves them to your head, gripping your hair. You pull away for a second, breathless, but Natara moves onto your neck, placing kisses all over it.

"My neck must taste fantastic," you whisper huskily. She pulls back and looks at you in confusion.

You turn your head and point to the hickey on your neck.

"This was your doing last night, Agent Williams." She giggles and places her lips on the exact same spot, sucking lightly, mostly likely making it darker.

After she was done, she pulled back. You pull her mouth towards yours and kiss her again.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this out here…" she says, pulling away.

"Who cares?" you answer, then kiss her desperately.

You gently nip at her lip, asking for entrance and she opens her mouth wide. Your tongue slips inside and begins to explore her mouth. Her taste explodes inside your mouth, as you massage her tongue with yours.

You don't seem to notice the car stop a few yards away. The window rolls down and out pops a familiar face, watching you two in disbelief.

There was a wolf-whistle and an exclamation of "WOAH! GET SOME MALLIGATOR! Look at you guys; sitting out here, getting freaky!"

You both pull away, quickly, in embarrassment. You scowl at the car.

"Kai! Go home!" you shout to him.

Inside you see Kai sticking his head out of the window, his eyes almost popping out of his skull and his mouth, smiling creepily.

He groans, sticks his head back in the car, and drives away.

You and Natara share a look of embarrassment. "Maybe we should-"

"Take this inside? Yes." You finish for her, grabbing her hand.

"That was so embarrassing!" she exclaims, cheeks red.

"At least it was Kai, and not some reporter. I can just see it now: 'Detective Mal Fallon of the SFPD and Special Agent Natara Williams of the FBI having a secret affair. District Attorney Oscar Santos: Wrecked.'" You smile down at her as she giggles.

Just as you two are about to go inside, you see the same car from earlier slowly cruise by. You look to see Kai grinning at you, knowingly, and wiggling his eyebrows. You roll your eyes at him, and walk in the door.

"YEAH! YOU TWO GO INSIDE AND MAKE SOME BADASS MALTARA LOVE BABIES!" Kai yells at you just before you close the door.

Just as you're getting to your apartment door, you check the halls to see no one is there, then whirl Natara around, and press her against the outside of your apartment door. You grab her face and kiss her desperately again.

"You couldn't have waited until we got inside?" she giggles at you.

"Nope," you reply before bringing her lips back to yours. You kiss passionately for what seems like years. You feel her take the hem of your shirt, and pull it up. You instantly help her and separate from her lips for a moment, taking your shirt off before throwing it to the floor and kissing her again. Her hands roam your chest and stomach, feeling your hard muscles and abs. 'If someone comes and sees us making out without any clothes on, they'll have a heart attack.' You think to yourself. You search in your pants pocket for your key, and finally find it. Natara moves her hands from your abs, to around your neck, digging her nails into your back, as she explores your mouth.

"God, I love you Natara," You break away, breathing fast. Her eyes shine with love as she whispers, "I love you two."

Your lips crash into hers, for the millionth time that hour. You press against her and kiss her fast, but passionately. Blindly, you try and fit the key in the key hole, without such luck. Finally, you find the keyhole, push your key inside, and unlock the door, never breaking the kiss. You throw open the door and lead Natara inside.

You barely had time to kick the door closed before you continued what you both had started doing last night.

The End