A/N: Not very happy with this chapter. Someone needs to write some actual decent Ste/Brendan fictions!

Thanks again for all those who read and reviewed. They make me smile!

Again, I failed miserably with Brendan's characteristics (Ste's isn't perfect either.)

Anyway, enjoy!

Ste's POV.

I sound so needy, I know I do, but it's the affect he has on me. We've only slept together once; he's probably forgotten how good it was, and I'm stood in front of him practically begging for more.

'We can't…not here.' He says with his eyes fixed on the office door.

'But no one's here, Brendan.' I smile up at him slightly, and place my hands back onto his hips.

'You don't give up easily, do you?'

He smiles slightly, though it doesn't look genuine. I feel a gutting in my stomach, without a word I just make my way to the door; this is pointless I yell at myself.

He grabs my arm roughly and pushes me up against the wall in a swift move. His warm, hard breath rushes over my face and I feel intoxicated. He cockily grins at the way he as me so easily, I wish I could have the ability to push him away, but I would only be fooling myself if I thought I could push this man away from me. My body and mind is full of want for him, he's good I'll give him that. What a bastard.

'I enjoyed last night Stephen.' He admits.

I can feel a 'but' coming up.

'But…?' I ask slightly worried he'll say it was just a one off.

'But nothing, we just need to be careful. I don't want people knowing about us. Understand?'

I stroke up his arms gently and rest my arms on his shoulders. I smile at him like a boy with his first crush.

'I understand.'

He smiles at me and puts his fingers on my chin, he winks at me and brushes his lips against mine; it's the faintest touch but it tingle's on my lips for ages after he lets go.

I don't realize my eyes are still closed until he nudges me with his nose. I open them slowly and he smiles at me with a charming smile, my speech seems to have vanished and all I can feel is him holding onto me.

'What about tonight?' He asks and I'm not quite sure what he means.

'Huh?'

'How do you fancy a repeat performance?'

Without doubt I answer him excitedly:

'Definitely!'

I grasp onto his neck and kiss him with a knowable need for his attention, he responds quickly and nips his tongue into my mouth with pleasure, and pushes me further into the wall, he grinds his hips along with mine getting more into the moment and forgetting his surroundings. Our breaths get heavier and clumsier, he slides his hand under my top and runs his finger across my exited, tensed muscles; he's got me so good.

The need to breathe comes too much and I have to push him away reluctantly.

'I thought you said we need to be careful.' I chuckle breathlessly.

He looks up at the roof and sighs, slightly frustrated. I hope he doesn't think I'm messing around with him, I want him so much, but knowing he doesn't want to risk anything I want to play by his rules.

'We do,' he rests his forehead against mine, it feels intimate and I can't help but smile happily 'right, we should get some work done.'

'What about tonight then?' I ask hopefully.

He removes all contact from my body and I feel a bit lonely, he walks to the office door and turns around to face me, he just nods with a small smile. I can't help but jump up and down with excitement.

This went nowhere, sorry about that.