Lana leaned into Jason's hard body. Her hands tangled into his dark hair, pulling his face closer to hers. She parted her lips, allowing Jason access to her mouth. Her tongue ran gently along the roof of Jason's mouth, causing him to moan softly and pull her closer. Of their own accord, her legs wrapped around his waist, and Jason hefted her higher. His hand were roaming her thighs gently. He trailed them upward, coming to rest on her full backside. He smiled into their kiss, and gave her a gentle squeeze. Lana gave a little gasp and pulled back. Both of them were breathing in short choppy gasps. Their eyes met. Then reality hit Lana in the face. She pulled away quickly. What was she doing? She hadn't even known this man 24 hours! A kiss was one thing, but what they were doing now took it too far. She shook her head.

"No." she mumbled, "no."

Jason loosened his grip on her, but kept his hands on her hips. "No?" he repeated, setting her down.

Lana looked up at him. "I'm sorry, it's just too soon. I haven't- we haven't even known each other for an entire day. We can't do this. I'm not ready."

Jason looked at her. He nodded slowly. Lana was shaking with the effort it took her to say this. He stroked her face gently and pulled her into a hug. "All right," he whispered into her ear, "no sex." He rubbed her back comfortingly. Lana sighed in relief.

"Sorry."

"For what?"

"For, you know, leading you on."

Jason kissed her on the forehead. "You didn't lead me on, you just were the only one of us to use common sense. Besides, abstinence makes the heart grow fonder."

Lana grinned, "and grilled cheese is better than sex anyway."

He frowned. "I don't know…my grill cheese is good, but somehow I figure you would be better. But I can wait," he added quickly.

Lana smiled and hugged him.

"Do I still get kisses?" he asked sheepishly.

"You can have as many of those as you want."

"Good." He kissed her again, more gently this time.

Charlie hopped in his car and drove across town to Lana's house. He decided he needed to do this now, before he lost the nerve. He pulled up to her driveway, then, chickening out, he circled the block again. After a ten minute, self pep talk, he parked on the curb. The hail had stopped, but the ground was still slippery as he picked his way up the sidewalk toward her door. He hoped they were there. He couldn't see a car, but it might have been in the garage. As he moved toward the door, he could see through the blinds into her kitchen. The nosy old geezer kicked in, and he squinted to see better. Immediately, he wished he hadn't. The figures in the kitchen were locked in some sort of passionate embrace, entirely too intimate for a strangers eyes. Eyes bulging, Charlie spun around quickly to avoid being seen. He lost his balance and crashed to the ground with a resounding thud. He picked himself up quickly, and limped back to his car. He nearly tore out of the neighborhood. He was breathing hard. He felt embarrassed that he had witnessed that; he was sure they must have heard him fall. Even more so, he was embarrassed that the sight had stirred something in him, something he hadn't felt in a long time. It made him wish he was young again. His mind spiraled down the proverbial gutter as he drove home, disregarding safety laws. He thrust his car into the driveway. He nearly ran to his door and burst into the house.

"Charlie!" his wife exclaimed. She was holding her hand to her heart. "You startled me-"

She never got to finish her sentence because Charlie Bennet, hard ass extraordinaire, leaned in and kissed her with a passion that surprised them both.