Ok this took a bit longer than I thought it would. They kept writing themselves into situations I didn't want them in yet... It all worked out though. So without further ado.

Warnings, little bit of lime

I do not own This Means War ;_;

ENJOY!

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They made the way back with ease and Chloe didn't protest as Tuck carried her inside. She went to shower as the brit found spare clothes for her that she had left there at some point during the whole Lauren mess and leaving them on the spare bed for her, went to start the tea. FDR called Lauren, letting her know as much as he could and the brit couldn't help, but smile when the blonde promised to call their partner the next day. She also made sure the guys would give her FRIEND anything she needed. FDR smiled as he assured his girlfriend they would and was so glad Lauren didn't seem the least bit jealous of their, more importantly his, relationship with Chloe.

The call ended and the guys were pleased as they began to hear their partner's voice throughout the flat. Tuck decided he liked the sound not just because it was a lovely song, but because it was Chloe singing. The realization wasn't new nor was the, told you so, look the beast in his chest was giving him. It was a soft tune neither of them knew and as she ended she left the spare room to their excited applause. She mock curtsied three times as FDR held up movie selections and she grinned. She picked a movie title with closed eyes for fun and when her partner turned to set it up she turned to the kitchen.

Two movies later found drained mugs of tea and empty cartons of B&J strewn across the coffee table. Chloe snuggled against Tuck, sleeping contently as her partners finished the third movie. She felt at ease for the first time in so many nights. Heinrich was dead, the feud b/w her friend's was over and Blake had been dealt with as well. She was almost giddy as the brit trailed his fingers along her shoulders rhythmically. Oh why couldn't she just kiss him? Express her love. Because then he might stop treating you like this. Sheesh…dummy, she groused mentally, defeated. She was to peacefully sleepy to put up much fight when the brit eased her off the couch into his arms. "I can walk you know", She teased without even opening her eyes as Tuck carried her to the spare bedroom and he chuckled quietly. "Thanks…"she whispered as he set her on the bed and her eyes fluttered open as he now stood in the doorway.

"Anything darling, get some sleep luv…IA will come by tomorrow", Tuck informed. She tried to squash it, but he noticed her flinch. "Don't fret we'll be here with you", the brit replied, explaining further when she tensed. He stayed till she fell back asleep then saying an easy goodnight to his other partner, he made his way to his own bed.

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That night the brit dreamed of a soft lilting voice laced in passion and need. Of smooth skin and frantic moans. Chloe arched beneath his hands as he explored her body. She begged him for more as his tongue worked over her abdomen and his fingers parted her thighs. He woke with a shuddering moan even as Chloe screamed and FDR rushed to her side. It took him a minute to realize what had woken him. Despite the lightning speed reaction of his partner, he was slower to move. Stuck on just how disappointed he was that the dream had been interrupted and the fact its star was in his spare bed and not his own.

She was breathing heavy, rubbing sleep from her eyes before flopping back to the pillows with a frustrated huff as her brother type reached her side. "I'm ok…I… oh man, it was so real", Chloe murmured as Tuck showed up in the doorway.

"What do you need beautiful?" FDR inquired with genuine interest. Her face looked white as a sheet and he knew sleep wouldn't come easy for her.

"No…no it's alright you've both done so much already", Chloe sighed and they both shook their heads.

"Trust us luv it's nothing", Tuck replied and FDR nodded.

"Well I…I don't have nightmares when…" Chloe paused and bit her lip unsure if she should finish and FDR just looked expectant. "…when you guys are…um… close", she finished as her cheeks burned and she pulled a pillow over her face.

Her brother type looked to Tuck in the doorway and the brit just shrugged, trying to look nonplussed by the fact he'd probably be spending the night with Chloe in his arms. FDR wasn't buying the act, but he didn't say anything. "Way I see it beautiful there's the couch or here…" He mused and she risked a glance at him with a disapproving look.

"Right cause neither of those scenarios has, awkward party of 3, written all over it" Chloe mused in her best hostess voice, chucking the pillow at his head when he laughed. Tuck snickered and was hit with another pillow. His entire demeanor changed, it was still playful, no anger behind it whatsoever, but his eyes held a certain shimmer and he stepped forward, predatory and feral.

"Who threw that?" Tuck inquired, though he was quite sure he knew the answer. FDR inched away from the bed, pointing teasingly at Chloe's huddled form, she glared, her brother type laughed. "Come here you!" The brit rumbled, reaching for her.

She screeched as she scrambled and leapt from the bed. Her triumphant laughter following as she fled from the room. Reaching the couch she grabbed the edge to hold her upright as she miss-stepped and slipped on the floor. The action was too late as her feet flew out from under her and she fell flat on her butt and her head collided with the back of the couch. Tuck and FDR ran for her as they heard the fall. "Frackin…Ow!" Chloe grumbled even as she laughed at herself, kneeling behind the couch rubbing the back of her head. "Ok karma I get it payback is a bitch…I will throw no more pillows", she lamented as she moved to stand.

"You ok?" FDR inquired with a chuckle.

"Well other than the fact I feel like a clumsy dumb ass…I think I'm good", Chloe grinned, fighting the want to massage her tailbone cause damn that fall hurt. Tuck had turned back into the room and when he returned with pillows and blankets. He threw a pillow at Chloe who caught it one handed and chucked it right back; so much for her promise to karma.

It started a massive pillow fight that even FDR joined and had Chloe darting around and trying to hide b/c of course her boys would join forces against her.

"Do you yield?" It was FDR

A particularly high pitched squeal was his answer as she whipped passed him before he could react. "Never!" Chloe crowed, not looking where she was going she made it to the spare bedroom and scrambled under the covers. Why she thought the fabric would protect her she didn't know. She tried to let her breath calm, strained to hear more than the blood pounding in her ears. If they came looking and they would she had no doubt. All they would need to do is turn on the light and they'd see her form under the comforter.

"Hiding from us? Really Darling those covers won't save you", Tuck chided. He whipped away the comforter to find a pile of sheets. She'd replaced herself with not seconds before he entered. She crept silently up behind him tapped him on the shoulder and broadsided him with her pillow when he turned.

"Who's hiding?" Chloe laughed maniacally as she regarded him from the doorway. "You two almighty warriors gang up on poor little me and I've gotten the drop on you how many times now?" she smirked as he gave her a look that conceded to her triumph. "Honestly Tuck Tuck…" She had something more spectacular to end with, but instead a giant yawn escaped and she stretched without thinking. The action lifted her shirt and she saw something glint in the brit's eyes even as she blushed and yanked her shirt back down.

Not a half hour ago he was dreaming of running his tongue along that expanse of skin. His desire at the thought and almost memory of it flashed in his eyes. The dream had been so clear. Yet instead of walking to her and pulling her along with him to his bed he sighed with a smile. "I don't know about FDR luv, but I concede", Tuck replied, he had to agree with the better judgment to refrain from taking her to his room.

The very reason for his decision walked up and gave a rather large yawn himself. "I agree beautiful, I'm beat, you win!"

"Yeah I feel like maybe I can crash. Note to self, next time I can't sleep just run around shrieking like a frackin banshee for half an hour…problem solved." Chloe chuckled and they both laughed. She looked to the couch then FDR "you sure…it's probably not going to be the most comfortable…"

"Chlo…beautiful I'm not just going to leave you to face the nightmares alone."

They didn't let her argue any further and though it took a few minutes to get comfortable she managed to sleep through the rest of the night dream free.

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The next morning she was up first and as carefully as she could she disentangled herself from their hold. Stepping back she had to Stifle a snicker at how cute they looked, she steered toward the kitchen to make them breakfast again. The brit began to stir as she grabbed eggs and bacon from the fridge. The shirt she wore fell to her upper thighs and though she wore hot pants underneath anyone taking a quick glance would think she had nothing, but the shirt on.

His breathing hitched as her warning and she waggled her hips a little for his benefit. "I have hot pants on Tuck Tuck you can put your tongue back now!" Chloe laughed quietly without even turning to him. He chuckled and took a seat at the bar as FDR graced them with his presence.

"Yay a Chloe breakfast I'm starved!" Her brother type bellowed as he too sat at the bar.

She started a kettle for tea and had already begun making coffee as they both looked her way with quiet smiles. "My boys are so good to me, breakfast is the least I can do", Chloe replied brightly as she ruffled each of their hair in turn. "I know, you'll say it's nothing, but this…everything means a lot to me", she added shyly as she stepped around the bar to wrap them in a hug before returning to the breakfast she was making.

When they were done eating Chloe sat cross legged on the couch with a fresh mug of tea and a stray magazine, Tuck was in the shower upstairs and FDR was showering in the guest bathroom. She hummed quietly to herself and though she turned the pages her brain didn't really register more than the pictures. Her eyes flicked around as both showers shut off and she sipped her tea. IA would be here soon and she was trying to think of something better than, I didn't like the sodding wanker? To tell them. Her fingers tapped idly to the rhythm in her head even as FDR walked towards her.

"Hey beautiful", he stated as he jumped the couch and landed next to her.

"Jesus FDR!" Chloe exclaimed, holding a hand to her heart as he laughed. She jabbed him in the shoulder even as her chest heaved and grinned despite herself.

"Could give her an attack mate", Tuck interjected as he joined the two on the couch and pulled a frazzled Chloe closer. Her heart jack hammered as he pulled her into his lap. She didn't put up a fight as he did so, but she was a little surprised. When she snuggled to him it was one thing, but when he initiated, well it left her mind reeling while she schooled her body's reaction simply on a reflex. Doing her best not to blush as FDR's eyebrows rose. She felt the steady beat of his heart against her back and she willed hers to slow. IA had her frazzled enough as it was without FDR's help.

"Oh Lauren called while you guys showered. She um she wants to go to lunch after the IA thing…" Chloe murmured shyly, effectively taking the focus off the situation Tuck had just created. B/c she was back to chest with him, she could only guess at the unspoken conversation and facial expression he held in response to FDR's look. "So if one of you could take me home? And err she said you guys could come if…if I was ok with that…" she added, not knowing why she suddenly felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. Except for the fact she felt Tuck's hand playing with the edge of her t-shirt and slyly brushing along the skin above the band of her hot pants. Oh that's why then. …I oh Tuck please stop! I'm going to do something stupid! Chloe pleaded mentally as her fists clenched. Maybe though it wouldn't have been stupid… If he was knowingly doing this then maybe he wanted her reaction. If FDR wasn't there, she just might have given him one. Thankfully her brother type spoke and broke the charged moment.

"Tuck Tuck?" FDR questioned, he'd love for them all to get along, but he wasn't about to push so soon.

"Sounds lovely mate, that ok darling or do you need a girls only chat?" Tuck inquired genuinely, pulling his hands away from her at FDR's question.

His accent rumbled quietly through her and she squashed her want to shiver at the sound. "No, it's ok as long as I can get home to change." Chloe replied, ignoring the sudden want to feel his fingers on her skin again.

IA showed up with Collins not 10 minutes later and after a short debrief and the recordings of each statement they left as simply as they had arrived. Chloe had assured Collins the week already given would be fine and she would happily return to work the following Monday. She strode to her brother type's car after thanking Tuck again and he promised to meet them at the restaurant. FDR drove her home and waited patiently in her living room as she changed. Lucky for her he didn't question what had just happened b/w her and Tuck, but she was almost certain her brother type would needle the brit about it later.

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So review review review 2 more chapters to go, maybe 3 we shall see ;_; I know, but there will be a continuing story oh yes there will. ^_^