A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for all the lovely reviews! They really are appreciated and I'm trying to get round to replying to all individually as well as updating this too! As for something happening in this chapter, well all I can say is that something happens, yes, but just how far that something goes will only be revealed below. As always, let me know any suggestions or whatnot and read, review and enjoy! :) x


"Stevie-" Smithy began, his hand far too femininely placed on his hip as he arched an eyebrow, tapping his foot as he waited.

"What?" Stevie asked, the face of innocence. If only Smithy could see it, that was.

"Blindfolds? I mean come on, a bit kinky for our first date, don't you think?" Smithy's voice - an octave higher than usual - only amused Stevie all the more. Pushing Smithy to the floor, she undid his blindfold and chucked it across the room.

"You've got a one track mind, Mr Smith and I'm not sure I appreciate it." Stevie's tongue poked out just a tad as she hovered above Smithy's face.

"I don't hear you complaining," Smithy began before leaning up in an attempt to place a kiss on Stevie's lips. Stevie however slowly pulled back inch by inch until she was out of Smithy's reach, leaving Smithy shaking his head, a cheeky smile on his face. "Tease."

"Oi!" Stevie objected, taking a seat on the floor opposite Smithy, "Work first, games later."

"This is work?" Smithy looked at what Stevie had placed in-between the two of them: a pack of unusual looking cards, many bottles of various alcoholic concoctions and a camera.

"Completely," Stevie winked, handing Smithy a shot glass and displaying him the numerous bottles. "Take your pick."

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"Truth and dare?! Stevie, as much as I hate to burst your bubble, we're not 14 any more. Though you are short enough to pass as on-" Smithy was cut short as Stevie pinched Smithy's big toe in retaliation. Wrenching his foot away from her grasp, Smithy drank another shot and clapped his hands together. "Let's do it."

And so it began; a game of truth (and no dare), a cleverly manifested idea by Stevie for them both to reveal enough about each other to fully pull off a credible and seemingly loving relationship.

"Okay," Smithy slurred slightly three hours later, picking up the next card, "Where's your favourite body part to be kissed? And you get a two question bonus if you let me demonstrate right now."

"Hey, that's not what it says on the card," Stevie protested, leaning over clumsily on all fours to try and grab the card from Smithy's hand. Smithy however took his opportunity and brought a warm hand around the side of Stevie's neck and gently pulled her lips onto his. Losing her balance from the unexpected gesture, Stevie managed to twist around as her arms gave way and she ended up sitting with her back pressed against Smithy's stomach, her head lolling ever so slightly against his collar bone.

"So?" Stevie felt Smithy's voice against the top of her head and felt his smile grow as he spoke. "Where is your favourite place then?"

"That would be telling," Stevie's voice was tinged heavily with alcohol and her eyes fluttered shut as she felt a warm sensation erupt on the side of her neck. Smithy's lips were applying minimal pressure to the bare skin along the side of Stevie's neck as he placed gentle, leisurely kisses from the top of her neck down towards her shoulder. Her hand darted out and gripped Smithy's thigh tightly, causing Smithy to laugh along the side of her neck.

"I think I've figured it out," Smithy joked as Stevie attempted to stand up, the alcohol rushing to her head. Deciding that was more than enough fondling (it was only pretend after all, she told herself) Stevie struggled to climb into the bed and lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling.

"If we're hung-over tomorrow, Neil's going to have our backsides for bacon," Stevie groaned, regretting ever suggesting the game in the first place, although she did now know a lot more about Smithy and his past, so it was at least of some benefit. Smithy merely shrugged, ingrained the memories of the night's events into his brain and settled down beside Stevie, daring to drape an arm over her body as he lay his head on his pillow. It wasn't as if she'd remember it in the morning anyway, and Smithy figured he'd probably never get another chance to sleep this close to her ever again.

Pressing his body close against hers, Smithy felt his hand become wrapped in-between hers, as she drifted off into a light sleep. Closing his eyes and feeling the warmth radiate from Stevie, Smithy closed his eyes too and prayed morning wouldn't come any time soon.