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Notes: So the last chapter was sort of a bad filler chapter for you guys, and I'm very sorry. I was about half way done when Set Up came on, and then my brain just exploded. I sincerely apologize for shortchanging you all and the story. Can you forgive me? This is basically going to be all fluff. While this is Week 10, it's taking place the day after the last chapter, like directly after. :) So um, it's Sunday in this story I guess.

Their midnight viewing of Pirates of the Caribbean was boring her. She swung her leg over his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Sitting straddle of him she leaned in and nuzzled the space between his ear lobe and neck. Grinning when it got her the desired reaction of a shiver. She continued her ministrations; a teasing kiss here, a nip there, a dart of the tongue. She knew just how crazy she was making him, and she enjoyed it.

His hands wound into her long hair, and his mouth found its way to the little ticklish spot on the hollow of her neck. He latched on. Scraping, nibbling, sucking. She threw her head back and moaned. Fuel for his fire. He freed one of his hands and ran it down her back. When he ran it back up it was under her shirt.

She grabbed his head, "No hickeys." She didn't give him a chance to respond, she brought her lips down to his in a kiss that generated more heat than a nuclear reaction. Her nails dug lightly in at the nape of his neck, and he groaned in response.

He pulled her in close, trying to get as close to her as he could. His hand fumbled with the clasp of her bra as he slid his tongue along her bottom lip. She granted him entrance and his fingers temporarily forgot how to work.

She slid her hands down to the buttons on the front of his shirt and started flicking them open one by one. Each time she popped a button open she ran her finger down the newly exposed skin. His shiver was back. Five buttons in she ran her hands back up behind his neck and pulled.

He leaned further into her kiss. His fingers figured out how to work again, and he once again fumbled with the clasp on her bra. He was getting nowhere.

She broke away from exasperated,"God, what are you all thumbs tonight?" She brought her left hand down and swatted at the arm that was tucked up under her shirt. Once he had removed his hand she did his job for him. In one fluid movement she reached her arm up behind her back and unhooked the bra.

"Thanks," he mumbled as he captured her lips again. He slid his hand back up under shirt and tangled his other further into her hair. He let his free hand roam across her back. Each movement he made had her humming.

She grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt and threw herself sideways. She landed, hard, under him on the couch, and never once lost contact with his lips.

His free hand slipped around to the side and began tracing patterns along her ribcage. He could live with the squirming she was doing, but when she finally started giggling... not so much. He pulled his lips from hers, "Something funny?"

"It tickles," she breathed still trying to wriggle away from his hand. The smile spread further and further across her face.

His hand stilled and he pulled it out, "I'm sorry my affection has bothered you."

"Shut up, Rick," she pulled him back to continue kissing him. The white hot passion had cooled into a gentler exploration. She released his shirt and looped her arms around his neck. She nipped at his lower lip.

He growled, very low and guttural.

Kate just thought it was very sexy.

He cupped her cheek and placed a series of soft slow kisses on her lips

He traced the line of her jaw with his finger. Then the lips followed. He trailed his way down to her ear and quickly attacked the pressure point below it. Her earlier admonishments about hickeys long forgotten. The dial was back up to eleven.

She arched her back and moaned. She raked the fingers of one hand through his hair, and the others were busy unbuttoning his shirt even further. She tugged at the shirt to try and pull it loose from his pants. She finally found the shirt tails and searched blindly for the last few buttons.

He grinned into her neck and moved his kisses down to the tiny bit of collarbone that her shirt exposed. This time it was she who was shivering. He went to the other side of her neck and gave the same attention.

She bit down on her lip. Her hands slid under the collar of his shirt and scraped across his back. He groaned into her neck. It made her shiver. Which made him groan again. It was a cyclical exchange of pleasure.

Just as he was about to start back in on the hollow of her neck there was a knock at the door. They froze. Waiting. It sounded again.

"Shit," he pushed himself. Neither one of them is in any real shape to answer the door. His shirt was half tucked in and completely unbuttoned. Her hair was wild. They both wore the tale-tell signs of their kissing on their faces. They were flushed, lips swollen and red. He had also managed to leave a hickey. She would kill him for it later.

Kate sat up and struggled to refasten her bra. Finally getting it fixed she helped him straighten his shirt and button his shirt.

"Which one of us gets the door?" He watched as she pulled an elastic from her wrist and tied her hair back. "Oh... I guess I'm getting the door."

"What?"

"Hickey," he distracted her with his kiss. The knocking turned into keys rattling in the lock.

The front door swung in, "DAD! DAD! DAD! DAD! KATE!" Alexis kept her yell low enough to not wake Emily.

All thoughts of sex completely gone, Kate turned just in time to catch the barreling redhead, "Slow down." She laughed and returned the enthusiastic hug.

Alexis stepped back, "Oh god, I was totally interrupting something, wasn't I? I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I was just so excited. We left. I just had to come over. It's amazing. It was so sweet. The song came on, and..."

"What was so sweet?" Kate jumped in the very second Alexis stopped to breathe.

"He proposed!" Alexis fought back the urge to squeal so hard her father thought she might combust.

"He did?" He may have thought that she was going to combust, but he definitely knew Kate was right. Now that she had the ring on her finger he was in panic mode.

"Yes!" Alexis threw her hand out and showed them the ring.

Kate hugged her first. Laughing as she bounced in her arms, "I'm happy for you, Lex."

After his moment of shock passed he wrapped both of them into a hug, "I'm so not ready for this. Congratulations, but I am so not ready for this."

"As if, Dad,. You don't have to worry about anything for like years. I said I would marry him, and I told him that would be after we both finished school."

He exhaled slowly, "That was surprisingly comforting."

"Could one of you let me out? I need oxygen."

Father and daughter broke away from her at the same time wearing matching expressions, but it was Alexis who spoke, "Sorry. I... I should go. Let you guys get back to um... your movie. I just couldn't wait to tell you all. Love you guys."

"Love you too," they responded as she made her way out and locked them back in.

"I hate it when you're right," he turned her around to face him.

"Freaking out?" She wound her arms back around his neck.

"Yes," he dropped his forehead to meet hers.

"Me too. How do you think Meredith is going to take the news?" She absently pinched at the collar of his shirt.

"Like a fish to water. She's definitely going to have a cow, and then plan the wedding in exactly the way Alexis does not want."

"I was afraid of that."