A/N: Thank you for all of your awesome reviews, follows and favorites! Last chapter was a bit angsty...did anybody order some fluff? Anybody? I look forward to hearing what you think!

Blythe woke up in the arms of a different MacManus.

Connor was playing with her hair absentmindedly as she came to, watching a Charles Bronson movie on their ancient television. She felt his arms circle her waist as she stirred, rubbing her head against his chest.

"Sleep well, lass?" he asked smiling.

She smiled up at Connor sleepily. "Hi."

Connor chuckled as he bent down and kissed her lips quickly.

"What time is it?" she asked, sitting up slightly with her back against his chest.

"It's about damn time Murphy gets back here with food." Connor muttered.

Blythe giggled. "You know, if we were to say, go to a grocery store tomorrow, I could do something real novel like cook dinner or something. Peg wasn't bullshitting you about the importance of vegetables."

"Oh she wasn't, was she, lass?" he laughed, tickling her sides. He looked at her with a playful gleam in his eyes.

"Connor!..." she yelped as she tried to twist her way out of his grasp breathlessly giggling.

Her foot caught him in just the right spot along his side and he giggled. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh! Big Bad Connor MacManus is ticklish! Call the Boston Globe!" Blythe was shaking from laughing so hard as she tried to find the spot again. His reflexes were lightning quick, and somehow she ended up on her back, her hands above her head in surrender. Connor hovered over her, keeping his weight on his forearms, his eyes darting from her rosy cheeks to her lips and then back to her eyes. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. "Careful, lass..."

Blythe reached up and placed her palm against the side of his face, rubbing her thumb against his stubble. He closed his eyes as her thumb traced across his lips. He wrapped his lips around her thumb, gently biting at the digit.

"You are hungry, Mr. MacManus..." she laughed.

"Oh you have no idea, lass..." he growled as he lowered himself, capturing her lips as he settled his weight on top of her. Blythe sighed as his lips traveled down her cheeks and found her neck. She tangled her fingers in his hair, a soft moan escaping as he bit down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. "Connor!..." she gasped as the scruff of his stubble rubbed against her. She bit at his earlobe, eliciting a deep growl as his left hand found the lower hem of her sweater.

"Blythe..." he whispered, his fingertips venturing beneath her sweater, tracing along her side, his thumb grazing just below her bra. She pulled on the back of his hair, directing him back towards her mouth. He nibbled and sucked at her bottom lip, pulling soft sighs from her. She looked up into his lust filled gaze as they both tried to catch their breath.

They both jumped a bit when they heard the sound of the wooden freight elevator doors being pulled open with a crash. It sounded like Murphy was talking to someone. Connor groaned and rolled off of her and Blythe sat up, trying to straighten her sweater. It was plain to see they had just been making out, their swollen lips and Blythe's bed-rumpled hair a dead giveaway.

"Shhh, the lass might still be asleep!" Murphy scolded whoever was with him as he opened the door. A tall man with long brown hair and a beard walked in carrying two pizza boxes and a bottle of whiskey. Murphy carried a twelve pack of beer and a bottle of soda.

"She's not..." Blythe said getting up from her spot on the bed with some amusement.

Murphy chuckled as he came over and swung her around, taking in her appearance. He could totally tell what she and Connor had been up to. "Been up long, love?" he said pulling her in for a quick kiss. Blythe shook her head.

Murphy handed her a beer and swung her around to face the tall guy. "Love, meet Rocco! He's our best mate, a good guy to know in a bar fight, and he tells hilarious jokes. This is our lass, Blythe."

Blythe held out her hand to Rocco. "Pleased to meet you, Rocco. The boys have had nothing but wonderful things to say about you."

Rocco took her hand and broke out into a huge grin. He had a such great smile that Blythe couldn't help but smile back. "Well guys, I can see why I haven't seen you in three days! What's a beauty like you doin hanging around with these two beasts?" he said, still holding onto her hand.

Without missing a beat, Blythe shrugged and said, "I dunno...they make me laugh...why? Do you know anyone funnier?" she grinned.

Rocco doubled over laughing. He kissed her hand before releasing it. "Honey, anytime you get sick of these two...I'd be happy to tell you a few jokes."

"Hey now! They'll be no more movin in our girl, funnyman." Connor playfully scolded as he came over to grab a beer. He wrapped an arm around Blythe and pulled her into his lap as he sat down in one of their chairs. At first she felt uncomfortable...she worried she was too heavy and tried to keep her weight in her legs. Connor noticed what she was doing and wasn't having any of it. "I've got ye, lass. Relax..." he whispered in her ear. She smiled and nodded against him.

"I didn't know what kind of pizza you'd like, love...cheese and pepperoni ok?" Murphy asked as he opened one of the boxes.

"That's perfect, Murphy. Thank you." she said, taking a slice. "What do you guys get on your pizza?"

"Everything, love...everything." he replied.

"Does everything include olives?" she said, wrinkling her nose.

"What's wrong with olives, love?" he asked.

"Everything, love...everything." She mimicked back, smiling. "Thank you for getting me my classically boring pizza, Murph."

Blythe popped up from Connor's lap. "I'm going to put some of these beers in the fridge. There's nothing worse than warm beer."

Both Connor and Murphy looked at her pointedly for a moment. "Except Guinness, of course. Americans always serve Guinness too cold." she hedged. They let out a sigh of relief. She chuckled.

"For a moment there, lass, we thought this was going to be a very short lived relationship." Connor joked.

Blythe rolled her eyes as she looked in the fridge. It was empty save a few stray bottles of beer, a moldy block of cheese, and a bottle of mustard.

"Ok, we are going shopping tomorrow. This is isn't a fridge it's an art instillation." she quipped.

When she returned to the table, Murphy scooped her into his lap, laughing. He kissed her quickly, his tongue darting into her mouth. "Can you taste the olives, love?" he asked. She giggled before sticking out her tongue. "Yes." she laughed taking a sip of her beer.

Connor chuckled from across the table. He looked at Blythe as he purposely grabbed a slice of Pepperoni pizza, wiggling his eyebrows. He took a big bite of his slice of pizza and groaned, "Mmmm. this is so good. Fancy a taste, lass?" They all laughed. Blythe blew him a kiss from across the table.

"So Rocco, we need to help Blythe move out of her apartment this week. Ye think we can recruit you and yer van for the job?" Murphy asked.

"There's a home cooked meal in it for you, Roc. Maybe more than one." Blythe offered.

Rocco smiled at Blythe. "Yeah, of course I'll help you. Can't leave you alone with these knuckleheads...they'll just fight over who gets to move your unmentionables."

Blythe spit out her beer laughing. "Did you just mention my unmentionables, Roc?" she raised an eyebrow. He looked sheepish.

"Aw, I do believe ye made him blush, lass..." Connor chuckled.

Rocco shrugged as he finished off his beer. "I gotta thing I gotta do tomorrow. Day after tomorrow work?"

"We can get someone to cover our shifts at the plant..." Murphy said.

Blythe nodded. "I can move some things around...I just want to get the hell out of there as soon as possible." her face fell for a moment before Murphy tickled her side, making her giggle.

Rocco threw a questioning look to Connor, who shook his head. "We'll explain later..." he said softly as Murphy distracted Blythe with whispers in her ear and small kisses.

Connor stood up and grabbed four glasses from the kitchen. He popped open the bottle of whiskey and poured four generous shots. "Cheers to that, lass!"

The four clinked glasses and pounded their shots.

Blythe looked around the table...and felt so damn happy. Rocco had known her 5 minutes and was already more of a friend than most of the people she had met at school. Raising her beer bottle she toasted her new friend, "Thank you, funnyman with the van!" she said before bursting into a fit of laughter that caused her to fall off Murphy's lap.

Connor helped her up and she immediately started giggling again. She buried her face in his chest trying to control her laughter.

Rocco chuckled. "I think she's had enough...but damn if she isn't adorable. I'm gonna take off. Somebody has to tell Doc his favorite sons won't be in tonight. Nice meeting you Blythe. Catch you all on the flipside."

Connor and Murphy nodded as Rocco made his exit.

Blythe called out "Bye Roc!" but it was muffled by Connor's chest.

"Are you alright, lass?" he said, pulling her away from his chest so he could get a look at her. It didn't seem like she had that much...but she was smaller and she had only had one slice of pizza.

She nodded. "I swear I'm not that drunk...haven't you ever gotten the giggles before, Connor?"

Murphy chuckled. "Come on, love. Let's get you another olive-free slice of pizza."

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One slice of pizza and half a glass of soda later, Blythe felt fine. "See I told you I wasn't that drunk!" she scoffed. "But I do want to change...so you two should go smoke outside."

"She's bossy when she's drunk isn't she, brother?" Connor laughed. "Did you know she wanted to feed me vegetables earlier?"

Murphy chuckled as they headed outside. Blythe thought she heard something about olives as they shut the door. Maybe was she was still drunk. She certainly felt warm and fuzzy. Downright hot even. Damn whiskey. Damn Irishmen. She giggled again. Her face hurt from laughing so much.

Blythe searched through her bag until she found the one tank top she had grabbed. It was thin and black with spaghetti straps and a delicate lace neckline. She usually wore it under her lower cut sweaters when she was at work, but this was an emergency.

She freshened up and changed into her tank top and sleep shorts. She put on a dab of vanilla lotion and tried in vain to tame her hair. Catching herself in the mirror she freaked out. "Holy crap! I'm practically naked!" she whispered to herself. She never showed this much skin. She found her favorite fuzzy cardigan and pulled it on around her tank top. There, she thought. Less naked.

As she took a look around she noticed how many empty beer bottles were on the table. She threw all the empties in a large bag to be recycled. (After all she was from California) She placed the leftover pizza in the fridge and opened the door to the roof. Sticking her head out the door, she called, "Less smoking, more cuddling." and went back to straightening up inside.

Moments later, she felt a pair of strong arms circle her waist as she finished rinsing out the whiskey glasses.

"Less cleaning, more kissing..." Murphy growled into her ear from behind. He spun her around so she was facing him, caged in his arms. She looked up at him with darkened eyes and slightly parted lips. Standing on her tiptoes she whispered, "Now who's bossy?"

Murphy let out a low growl as pulled her against him using both hands. She could feel every inch of him as he kissed her breathless. He nipped and sucked at the same spot on her neck as Connor earlier. She was so going to have a mark. She tugged him away from her neck and looked him in the eyes as they caught their breath.

Blythe jumped slightly at the sound of Connor coming in from outside. "I do believe ye rendered the lass speechless, brother." he chuckled as his eyes took in her state of dress and darkened with desire. "The whiskey make you a little warm, lass?" his voice was lower, thicker. Murphy was now standing behind her, arms around her shoulders. He planted kisses behind her ear, before resting his head on her shoulder.

"Among other things..." she countered as they watched Connor move into the room like a large jungle cat.

Connor never broke eye contact as he took off his coat and draped it on one of the chairs. He toed off his boots at a leisurely pace. "Ye know lass, I'm feeling a little warm m'self..."

He removed his shirt slowly. Blythe bit her lip as she took in his toned chest and six-pack abs. The V of muscles at his waist disappeared into his jeans, making Blythe blush as she took in his appearance. He was all hard corded muscle and looked like he stepped out of a fashion magazine. She unconsciously wrapped her sweater tighter around her body. He walked over to Blythe and Murphy like a predator stalking prey. His eyes glowed like a blue flame. "What do ye think, brother? he asked as he wrapped an arm around Blythe's waist, pulling her against him. He rested his forehead against hers, his breath tickling her lips. His hands moved softly across her torso, unwrapping her sweater from her like she was a present. His lips traveled across her cheeks as his mouth moved towards the shell of her ear.

"Don't hide Blythe..." he whispered as he gently moved her sweater down her shoulders. He trailed kisses along her neck and clavicle as he exposed more pale skin. The sweater dropped to the floor. She let out a low whimper as he traced his lips across her collarbone. His fingertips traced the delicate straps of her top. With one swift move, he could tear it apart.

Blythe was incredibly turned on and nervous. Connor was standing there looking like an adonis and she had Murphy behind him with his arms made of steel. What the hell was she doing?

She had always hung around incredibly tiny girls who were always complaining they were fat. If a size two girl thought she was fat, what did that make her slightly larger, softer, curvier body? Tyler never outwardly complained about her figure, but he never made her feel beautiful either. She'd catch him staring at stick figure girls on occasion, and he'd shrug and say "I'm a guy. Of course I look..." She must have been frowning and spacing out because Connor's brow wrinkled in slight frustration. He had to bring her back into the moment.

"You're so incredible, lass. We love looking at ye..." Connor said.

Murphy hummed in the affirmative as he moved behind her. She could hear him toeing off his boots and removing his shirt. He came up behind her. "Touching ye..." he said in her ear. He moved her hair to one side as he kissed the back of her neck and shoulder blades. His hands encircled her waist from behind pulling her closer. Connor caressed the side of her face, cupping her cheek as his other hand drifted under the hem of her tank top. His fingertips ghosting over her soft skin.

"Tasting ye..." Connor finished as he captured her lips at the same as Murphy began nibbling on her earlobe as he nuzzled her neck.

Blythe closed her eyes. She felt her knees go weak as she swooned against Murphy. He caught her in his strong arms and carried her over to the bed.

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A/N: What a totally evil cliffhanger, right?! Blame my muse... I think she was overcome by the sheer magnetism of the MacManus men and retired to her fainting couch with some smelling salts and a fan. Thank you for all the new follows, favorites and reviews! You are the marshmallows in my Lucky Charms!