A/N: Life got chaotic for a while, but that's the way it goes! But a new chapter is here and I'm excited to share what happens after Jamie and Eddie leave that bar together. :) Thank you all for taking the time to read and for your kind words!

"I taught you better than that." Jamie grins over his shoulder as he keys into his apartment, Eddie lingering at his back.

"My wristlock is solid!" She insists.

"You gotta get the arm up higher across the back." Then he flicks his head toward the entryway. "Get in here."

"I know what I'm doing. She giggles. "Let me try again." Face to face with him, she reaches down and wraps her grip around his wrist before she twists his arm behind his back inside the hallway.

"Tell me you're not for real," he challenges, amused as he backs into his apartment with Eddie following against him, one arm pinned behind his back. "Because I could get out of this so easily."

She hitches his arm back tighter and pushes him against the wall. "You could not."

He shifts in her grip, thrust dangerously between the wall and her body and lowers his gaze to her. "I don't want to, but I could."

"You just want me to be rough with you."

"Yeah, a little." He smirks.

She feels the excitement heat her eyes and she shakes her head with a smile. "Well-" And then she tightens her fingers around his wrist and presses him harder into the wall, enough to make him tip his head back there and let out this sexy combination of a breathy laugh and a moan. "Even though you totally couldn't break out of my perfectly expert hold, I will let you off with a warning."

"Oh yeah?"

She looks up at him, and the corner of her lips just barely flicks up before she brushes a kiss across his mouth. "Yeah," she answers. "Because what's the fun in not being able to use your hands?"

When she releases her grip on his arm, his hands immediately reach for her waist where he tugs her forward, pulling her into a harder kiss.

It's quick to escalate, all impatient touches and breaths, and a giggle rumbles inside of her as they unsteadily back further into his apartment. She savors the warmth of his whiskey exhales and needy hands and there was no question this time about how badly she wanted him.

There was no filter or hesitation or anxious rush about it. There was an urgency to reconnect, but the nervousness about it had dissolved.

She had the memory of what he felt like and it had been simmering inside of her since the other morning, replaying in her head. It made her crave him again, as if that one time had only been a preview, testing the waters. And there was so much left to explore.

With a gasp, her lips manage to leave his in between working to yank one another's clothes off. A wry smile plays there on her face when she looks up at him, his eyes all heavy-lidded and lustful, exactly like they were at the bar. She knew that face wasn't innocent.

"But I mean," She starts. "If you want me to handcuff you to the headboard, just say the word."

He exhales a breathy laugh and focuses on her. "You will never." Then he captures her lips with his long enough to sear some of his heat onto her, then tugs away, just barely scraping her bottom lip with his teeth. The sensation prompts an airy sigh from her chest she wasn't expecting.

Her lashes flit like an irresistible trap. "Never?" Then she leans back into him, lifting to touch her forehead to his. "Liar," she murmurs.

He bites his own bottom lip, suppressing that rumble of a chuckle. Then she feels him reach down for the elastic string of her underwear where he playfully snaps it against her hip.

She yelps in his grasp and twists away with a giggle but he holds her around the waist and draws her in for another kiss. It stills her for a moment and it's like she blanks or holds her breath until she just sort of melts against him.

And just as she eases her lips off his, he nudges her by the waist until she drops down to sit on the edge of his bed. With heavy breaths, she gazes up at him, but he doesn't stay above her for long when he sinks to his knees on the floor in front of her, reaches out with a firm grip on her hips and tugs her closer.

It takes the morning sun a while to stir Eddie's consciousness and she eventually blinks her eyes open. She senses his presence beside her, the weight on the other side of the bed and she shifts beneath the sheets to spot Jamie on his stomach, half his face smushed into the pillow beneath his head.

She breathes out a soft laugh stretches onto her back to slide her palms up her face. She hears him draw in a sharp inhale and looks over to see him rub his face in the pillow for a second, then lift up, slowly blinking himself awake.

He squints one eye at her and greets her sleepily. "Hey."

She smiles at him and one hand goes to her head where she threads fingers through the mess of hair there. "Hey."

Eddie admires the quiet, dreamy moans he lets out as he wakes up and realizes it's something she could get used to.

He turns himself over, propping up to glance over at the alarm clock. It's just after nine a.m. Then he flops onto his back, a loud yawn echoing up toward the ceiling. "Damn," he mutters. "I slept hard."

"Mm-hm," she sighs, content, enjoying the feel of his cool, soft sheets on her skin.

"I mean-" He clears his throat. "For the most part."

She adjusts and glances down at herself. "I could have sworn I put some clothes on before, you know, we actually went to sleep."

"Yeah," he exhales, then cocks an eyebrow at her. "But then there was that… one more time in the middle of the night."

Eddie furrows her brow with a hazy recollection of getting up at something like four a.m. to go to the bathroom and when she came back, Jamie was up, and well…he was up. And the t-shirt of his that she had borrowed was shed as she slid back into bed and he slinked an arm around her. She had draped one leg across him and shifted until she straddled him in the blue moonlight of his bedroom.

It was sexy, different from earlier in the night - slower and wordless, just the feeling of one another that made it pretty damn intense.

"Did you forget that one?" Jamie asks, amused.

She smiles and looks over at him. "No!"

"Because you were definitely awake."

"I didn't forget," she assures him before she digs her teeth into her bottom lip.

He cuts her a skeptical gaze and shifts his weight as he practically dives on top of her.

"Ah!" She wriggles beneath him, cackling her laughter up toward the ceiling as he attacks her sides.

"Do you need help remembering?" He wonders as he ducks his head under the covers and lands a series of playful kisses across her stomach. There at her waist, he nips gently with his teeth and it only fuels her giggles.

"Mm, please," she muses with a smile as she runs a hand down the back of his head. "I need help. Remind me."

His kisses slow and she feels his palm slide over the curve of her hip and he eases up higher on her body. When he does, the subtle groan there at her stomach interrupts him and he pauses.

She feels him shudder with a soft laugh and eventually he pokes his head out from the covers to see her mirror his amusement.

"Okay maybe I'm hungry," she admits.

With a shake of his head and a smile that triggers a swell of heat in Eddie's chest, he slides off of her. He lifts his gaze and she studies it for a beat, savoring the way the warm morning sunshine glows on his skin, the stillness of the exact moment, in his bed while the city buzzes as usual on the street below.

"I'm with you," he agrees. "I need food."

Happily, she sits up, tugging the sheet with her and she looks down at him. "Want me to order delivery?"

"Who gets breakfast delivered?" He furrows his brow at her.

She drags a hand through her hair, then drapes her arms across his shoulders as he gets comfortable with his head in her lap. Her fingertips massage there, raking through his short brown hair. "Um, hungry people who don't feel like putting pants on."

He makes a face like she's got a point. "That'd be us."

"Alright." She grins as she reaches down and finds the same NYPD t-shirt of his that she tossed on the floor the night before. She throws it on and scoots out of bed. "I'll make it happen. Let me find my phone."

While Eddie places the call - she even knows the best bagel place that delivers in Brooklyn Heights - Jamie jumps in the shower.

She takes a moment while she's alone in his apartment to quietly admire her surroundings. It didn't quite feel like home to her. A few years before, she had teased him that his place needed a woman's touch, and not much had changed. But she knew he was reluctant to ever lose control of that order, and that's why everything was as neat as it was.

She returns to his bedroom and decides to put the bed back together. It was the one place that was decidedly out of order, but he can't put all the blame for that on her. Smirking, she reaches over and tugs the sheet back up, situating it neatly over the bed, followed by the duvet and pillows.

It's when she's standing at his bedroom window, peering out to the neighborhood below that he emerges from the bathroom in a steamy cloud that brings her back to just a couple of nights ago, before they slipped over that tipping point.

"You okay?" He wonders.

She turns back to him. "Yeah. Just people watching."

"I'm gonna make some coffee."

"I support that one hundred percent."

He laughs softly and turns to his dresser, pulling out a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

Eddie approaches him from behind and glances over his shoulder. "Can I borrow something else to wear?" She asks. "Or I could just answer the door in my underwear but I don't think the bagel delivery guy has earned that privilege."

He smiles back at her. "No, he hasn't. I put in a lot of man hours to earn that right." Producing a pair of plaid cotton boxer shorts from the drawer, he hands them over to her.

She stifles a laugh as she snatches them from his grasp and starts off toward the bathroom. "Man hours?"

He shrugs as if he knows what he's talking about. "It was a long, thoughtful seduction," he reasons. "I knew what I was doing the whole time."

"Ha!" She calls out, then turns quickly in the doorway to look at him. "I think I was the one uncalculated move you've ever made, Reagan."

A smile surfaces on his face and he lets that serve as his response before she turns away in amusement and closes the door.

After a few minutes, in their matching NYPD t-shirts and boxer shorts, Jamie and Eddie enjoy much needed cups of coffee in the kitchen until the food shows up. She's delighted when the delivery man buzzes the building and she scoots off to answer the door, brushing off Jamie's attempt to pay for the food.

"You bought drinks last night!" She argues.

"So?"

"So?"

He concedes with a tilt of his head, calling out, "Next time, I'm buying breakfast!" as he moves to replace the milk back in the refrigerator.

She has to smile at herself at the implication as she answers the door and makes the exchange. Afterward, she eases the door closed, excited about the paper bag in her arm and she alerts Jamie, "Oh my god, I'm living for these bagels, Reagan. It'll be the best one you've ever had."

"I thought a bagel's a bagel, Eddie," he calls back.

She makes a face as a knock sounds at the door once more. "Did you just move to New York?" She teases her partner, gripping the doorknob. Figuring the delivery guy forgot something, she tugs it open again. "You should know better-"

But it's certainly not the delivery guy this time. And Eddie's words are cut short and she swears her heart stops beating when she glances over at the tall brunette waiting on the other side of Jamie's door.