Spoiler Alert! If you havent seen the NR episode Baggage Claim (orig air date 9/7) and you dont want me to ruin it for ya, then please stop reading. Otherwise, carry on, my lovelies.

A/N: This is purely a reflexive action from above referenced episode. Nico is sex on legs and it made me so freaking HOT to watch him kiss Mrs. Pittman, even though it wasn't Dani! I am thus having to change the rating to M to compensate for this one... and hopefully for later ones. This is a little sad, because deep in his heart, Nico wants Dani... although he can't have her... so he has to make do with what he has. Or,whohe has. :(

Nico sighed as he massaged his temples. He was exhausted and stressed, and today hadn't made it any better. He wanted a long, hot shower and a good night's sleep.

No, I take that back. What I really want is to make wild, passionate love to that gorgeous doctor until she begs me to stop, then take a long, hot shower withher, and then hold her close to me for the rest of the night.

But, alas, it was not in the cards for him.

However, the mere thought of such a torrid night with the good Dr. Santino was already arousing him. Not to the point of pain, but his trousers were getting a touch snug in the crotch. He shifted uncomfortably in his leather chair and sighed. He'd honestly never thought about her like this before, but knew it was reckless to do so... even though he was enjoying it.

Closing his eyes, he thought of her naked, writhing beneath him as he kissed every square inch of her satiny-looking skin, her hands above her head, grasping at the pillow, the sweet keen of her wails ringing in his ears as he brought her to climax after explosive climax... His trousers got even tighter, his manhood swelling in response to such a delightful series of images.

Buzzzz

His cursed Blackberry vibrated on the desk.

Message from: G

What now? he dared to ask himself, and clicked open the message. Immediately, he regretted it.

I want you.

Three innocent words... but strung together they held a dangerous sentiment. And even more dangerous from whom they'd come.

He growled in irritation and tossed down the phone.

Leaning back, he adjusted himself and crossed his legs, and opened his tablet to pore over the breaking news. He sat silently, chin in his hand, flipping through news site after news site, trying to ease not only the longing in his heart, but the ache in his loins.

Why can't it be Dani saying that to me?

Buzzzz

"Goddamnit." That single word reverberated through the empty office, echoing his loneliness. He knew he shouldn't. It went against everything he believed in.

Let her want me. She will not have me again. My heart belongs to someone else now.

A reminder buzzzz sounded against the desk.

He sighed and picked up the phone, clicking the ignored message.

Message from: G

Please. I need you.

He could hear her voice this time, tinged with sorrow and neglect, as well as a little alcohol. He could see her in his mind's eye... her chocolate tresses falling into his face as she rode him... the feel of her silken skin under his fingers... her piercing wail, mixed with his own cry of release... the gentle warmth of her body as she nestled against his side. These were dangerous memories, he knew that. But they were calling to him, like lusty sirens, singing to him of how such a union might ease his need...

He sighed, and slowly tapped out a reply.

You win. For the last time.

He slid inside her effortlessly. She had been long ready for him, and she hissed her pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt. She was hot, slick, and tight... just what he needed tonight. Closing his eyes in the darkened room, he bent his head to suckle her as her fingers dug into his hair.

Her long legs wrapped around him like a vise, holding him to her, keeping him prisoner. He swelled inside her with each subsequent thrust as he fought to stay in control. Soon she cried out his name in release. He instantly thought of Dani... her radiant smile, the gentle timbre of her voice, the voluptuous curves of her small frame... He began to pant furiously as he imagined her astride his prone form, hands splayed out over his chest. He imagined how it might feel to be lodged so deeply inside her... to feel her slick heat, her cries of pleasure as she climaxed with him.

"Oh, God," he cried, as his release took over. He held still for a moment afterwards, catching his breath. Rolling to his side, he stretched out on the soft sheets. She curled up behind him instantly, nuzzling the back of his neck. Nico tensed, pulling away from her as if she burned him. He rose, slowly making his way to the chair where his clothes lay carefully folded.

"Where are you going?" she asked petulantly as he began to dress.

"Home," he replied nonchalantly. "It's late."

"But I want you to stay," she purred, rising, coming to stand nude before him.

He dared not look at her as he buttoned his shirt and slid into his jacket. "No. You got what you wanted already."

She strode angrily to the bathroom in response. He gave a heavy sigh as he sat down on the chair, donning his dress socks and shoes. He quickly gathered his keys, wallet, and Blackberry and let himself out.

Tears stung his eyes as he made his way to the car and got in. He slapped his hands on the steering wheel.

And just when will I get what I want?he asked himself as his gut wrenched in shame.

He knew the answer would not come tonight.