Author's note: Ok, now it's starting to get interesting. Angie and Don get it on! Actually there is only the buildup to the sex, and I've said before that I won't write the sex act itself but I may get into a bit more detail than I have in previous stories. Hope you enjoy it.

Angie and Don part 7

At this rate we'll try every kind of food there is in the universe, or at least in New York, Don thought. So far they'd had Italian, Mexican, Indian, and Ethiopian. Tonight they were at a Thai place. Don was happy to see that Angie was willing to try something new when it came to food.

"Do you like shrimp?" Don asked her.

"Yeah, I love shrimp. It's my favorite seafood." she said. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, the pineapple shrimp curry is really great. It's got shrimp, chunks of pineapple and vegetables in a red curry sauce. It's not too hot and they'll make it mild if you want it that way. You put it over white rice and it's awesome."

"Sounds great. Let's get it. What else is good?"

"I guess I do get to choose since Thai food is new for you, huh?" Don added garlic pepper beef and the appetizer combo that included egg rolls, fried shrimp and fried wontons filled with cheese. "If you're ok with not worrying about calories, the thai iced tea is fantastic."

Angie smiled at him and said "I'll throw my diet to the winds for one night."

Don grinned back at her. "I haven't noticed you dieting. In fact I'm sometimes amazed at the amount of food you can put away."

She laughed. "Well, I don't eat like that all the time. But I do have a fast metabolism. I burn it off."

"Most women would kill to be able to do that." Don said.

"Yeah but I still have to watch what I eat. I can't load up on sweets or whatever."

When the food arrived, Don watched her to see if she liked the choices he'd made. She did.

"Oh my God Don this stuff is great!"

"Good, I'm glad you like it." Don followed Angie's example and tucked into the meal with gusto. The conversation slowed while they were eating, consisting mostly of smiles back and forth and little comments about how delicious the food was.

"So how's the computer stuff goin'?" Don asked.

"Great. I'm doing the spreadsheets and the price changes in the register too. That's all computerized. The cashiers put in a code for all the stuff that's weighed and the scanner has to be accurate and up to date too. So I'm doing all of that."

"Wow, I never really thought about everything that goes on behind the scenes. I mean, I know they use codes for the produce and such but I didn't really think about the scanners. But yeah, someone has to program all that. So that's what you're doing. And you're enjoying it? That's great."

"Yep. I'm saving money to buy a laptop. Or maybe a Mac Mini. I don't know yet. I just know I'm gonna get a computer."

"We oughta get together with Danny and go shopping. He could help you find one."

"Danny? Oh, your best friend the CSI. How come I haven't met him yet?"

Don shrugged. He hadn't been ready for them to meet just yet. "Well, he's a cop too, and we don't get many days off together. He wants to meet you. I'll see if we can arrange it soon. Maybe we could all go to lunch together."

"I'd like that. If he's your best friend, he must be a good guy."

"He's a great guy. You'll like him." Hopefully not more than you like me... Don found himself wondering where that had come from. He wasn't unsure of his own attractiveness, but Danny was the one the ladies always swooned over. Was that why he was hesitating to introduce them? Come off it, Flack, that's just stupid.

"I'll set up a lunch date for the three of us. We've just been really wrapped up in some high profile cases lately. It's taking up a lot of our time, cutting into our off time too." He wasn't going to go into any details. He didn't want to talk about Shane Casey escaping, and since it was an ongoing case he couldn't discuss it with her or anyone else. It was an uncomfortable situation that he didn't want to think about right now.

"You want dessert?" Don asked. "They have green tea ice cream."

"God, no, I'm stuffed. But it was all delicious."

"So where to now? Another walk in Central Park? One night we could go see a movie I guess. But you can't talk during a movie."

"The park sounds fine. I'm with you about the movies. Unless it's something I really want to see, I'd rather wait for it to come out on DVD."

Don laughed at that. "Another area where we think alike."

She nodded. "You can watch it at home with pizza and popcorn, and hit pause for bathroom breaks and kick back with friends. Much better, if you ask me."

Don was still laughing. "Well that settles that! No crowded theaters for us. I love it that you think like I do on that."

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It was chilly in the park. Fall had arrived. Soon it would be Halloween. Not necessarily a pleasant thought for Don, who equated such a holiday with wild parties which often led to crimes being committed. No handing out candy for him. But this night was magical, because he was with Angie. She walked close to him, and he put an arm around her shoulders. She was dressed warmly enough, in jeans and boots, a fluffy sweater and that jacket she always wore, the one that contoured in at the waist. Still, the crisp fall air was a good excuse to move a bit closer together, and Don didn't waste the opportunity. He'd been displaying a level of self-restraint that even he found surprising, but she was beginning to wear him down. He'd still done little more than kiss her goodnight when he took her home after their dates, and since she hadn't pushed for more than that he'd followed her lead. But he wanted more, that was for sure. He'd begun to fantasize about what it would be like to make love to her, and that was exciting and terrifying at the same time. He felt like she wanted him too but he wasn't a hundred percent sure and he was really afraid of scaring her away by moving too fast. Too fast? How long are you gonna wait? Till she gets bored and goes somewhere else? It was a bit confusing, and he hadn't been in this position in a long time. He didn't want to screw it up, and he still felt that too slow was better than rushing things. And if he was honest with himself, he was still a bit ambivalent about dating an ex-con...

He felt her slide her arm around his waist. She leaned in closer to him. Her right side against his left, walking slowly, bodies in contact. He felt that thing flip over in his belly again, and he started to feel warm, and felt his heart beat faster. Get a grip, Flack. Don't make a fool of yourself. He took a deep breath. And another. Calm down. It seemed to be working; his inner voice was getting through to him. She made him feel like a teenager sometimes, like he'd felt back in those tender years when he'd first discovered the wonders of the fairer sex. He'd thought he was beyond all of that, jaded by the things he'd seen and the horrors that human beings were capable of. But when he was around her he remembered that humans had a good side, a beautiful side, that there was hope, a light at the end of the tunnel.

They were walking along a path under some trees. They emerged into a clearing and he looked up at the stars. Even with the amount of ambient light in the city, the stars looked bright and frosty in the chill air. The sky was black against the outlines of the trees. It was beautiful.

Angie stopped walking, and they turned toward each other. Her arms were around his waist, his around her shoulders. She looked up at him. Talk about beautiful... He felt her body warm against his. She reached a hand up and touched his cheek. Breathe, Don. Breathe. Her hand went to the back of his neck, and he knew what was coming next. She stood up on tip toes and pulled his head down to hers, and their lips met. This wasn't just a polite kiss like the ones they'd exchanged at the end of an evening. This was a real kiss...no, a string of kisses. He heard her gasp and make a little sound, almost like a moan... Don felt weak in the knees. He'd been wanting this, fantasizing about it for weeks. Her lips were soft and warm, and this felt every bit as good as he'd dreamed it would and then some. Her tongue darted in and touched his, and now it was his turn to moan. He could feel the blood rushing south, and hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself with an erection he couldn't hide. Women were lucky that way. Men, not so much. He could feel himself losing his battle for control of his reactions to her. If they hadn't been outside in a public place...

They pulled apart, breathless, and she looked at him, her dark eyes searching his for something. She seemed to find what she was looking for. Then she spoke.

"So when do I get to see your apartment, Don?"

He didn't fail to get the meaning behind the question. "Are you sure? Now?"

"I'm sure. Now." she said, her beautiful eyes smoldering with something that took away the last of Don's will to resist.

He hoped he wouldn't get a speeding ticket on the way home.

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He was actually glad of the time it took to drive to his apartment. It gave him a bit of time to calm down and get his bearings. He knew what was about to happen, and although it was definitely what he wanted, he didn't want to spoil it by being in a rush. He wanted them to take their time, make it last, make it special.

He unlocked the door and opened it, and reached in and flipped a switch that turned on a lamp on one of the end tables. He stepped aside to let her in. He looked around. Thankfully he hadn't left the place a mess.

"Well, here it is. The humble dwelling of a New York City cop. Nothin' special, huh?" He didn't feel embarassed by his apartment. It was what it was. A place to live, to sleep, a base of operations.

"You've got all the essentials," Angie said. "Kitchen, living room, bathroom. Bedroom." He noticed the pause between "bathroom" and "bedroom" And man do I want to get you in there, he thought. Shit. Get... a... grip...Flack. Jesus, this is torture.

Angie took off her jacket, and Don did the same. They both got tossed onto the side chair. She turned to him and took his hand, and led him to the sofa. He could tell she wanted him to sit, so he did, wondering what she had in mind. He soon found out.

She straddled him and sat on his lap, facing him. Oh crap, he thought. What is she gonna do? He resisted, with an effort, the urge to pull her against him. She was perched on his legs, far enough back so that she wasn't close enough for full body contact. He was actually grateful for that since he wasn't at all sure how much more he could handle of the tension building in his body. He was hard, and there was no hiding it now.

She leaned forward, and kissed him, gently, sweetly. Prolonging the agony. Suddenly he gave up trying to be a gentleman, threw away any pretense of holding back. He slid his hands up under her sweater and pulled it up, and off over her head. Oh God, ohmygod, just when I thought she couldn't get any more beautiful...

She was wearing a lacy bra, and he looked at it appreciatively but he was really more interested in what was captured and held within it. He reached up and unhooked it deftly, and gently pulled it off of her. He gasped. She had the most beautiful breasts he'd ever seen. Round and full and firm. He just stared.

"Don?" she said. He looked up at her. She was looking at him with a little smile.

"Huh?" was all he could manage.

"Should we move to the bedroom?"

...bedroom...move... God yes, please!

His eyes gave her the answer she wanted. She got up from his lap and caught his hands, pulling him up from the sofa and to the bedroom with her.