I don't own anything but my character Alex! Enjoy ;)

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Alex was pissed. Walking home in the cold was one thing, but walking home in a blistering storm of rain was another. Since Randy had taken Kylie on one of his not so usual days, Sara invited her over for drinks with some of the other girls from work.

"You're not driving home!" Sara slurred in her drunken banter, waving her finger in Alex's face. "You're drunk!"

"I'm drunk?" Alex laughed. "I'm not the one who looks like a slob kabob... Please, just give me my keys so I can go home."

"Nope," Sara giggled, as she hid her keys a while after she arrived.

Alex was full of regret as she walked down the street. It wasn't that far of a walk, which she was okay with... But of course with her luck, it was pissing rain. She should have stayed at Sara's, because at least then she wouldn't be shivering and soaked to the bone.

Once she saw the light outside her apartment building, she nearly ran. But her heart sank as the light flickered off with the rest of the building and street lights. Another power outage, go figure.

"Fuck," she groaned, slipping her key into the slot like a mad women.

The journey up the stairs in complete darkness would have been disastrous without the light of her phone, but she couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips. The last time there was a power outage, Jon had basically saved her life and the two tackled the darkened stair well together.

She'd been abiding with both Seamus and Colby's "rules". She hadn't seen him since there second date, and it was killing her inside. Thankfully she found ways to avoid him, instead of flat out telling him she wasn't interested... That would be worse.

But speaking of the devil, there he was standing in front of his apartment door as the stairwell door slammed shut behind her. She was screwed... There was no way she could avoid him now wen if he had to.

"You're wet," he pointed out.

You don't even know, her sick subconscious rang.

"Y-Yeah," she stuttered, hiding her obvious stumble with a laugh. "Oh shit!" Her face fell, squeezing her eyes shut.

He was confused. "What?"

She leaned against the wall, her head in her hands. "My friend Sara... She took my keys before I left her place...So I'm locked out."

He grinned. "I keep coming to save you, don't I?"

"What are you suggesting?"

"My place... I just dropped Cam off with his mom so I'm home for the night," he shrugged.

It was like the heavens above had opened up and this glorious man was inviting her into his home... All the while the devil on her shoulder kept repeating "don't fucking do it."

"I thought you'd never ask," she teased. "Sure," was her ultimate response.

Fuck what she was supposed to be doing. She followed him into his apartment, setting her stuff on the rack while he rummaged through a cupboard to pull out some candles. He set a few around the apartment, flickering in the darkness and grabbed a folded towel at the top of his laundry basket, handing it to Alex.

"Thanks," she said. He nodded, his icy blue eyes boring a hole deep into her.

"No problem."

She pulled off her shirt, leaving her in only a thin black undershirt and bra. He had to look away or else his stare and the fact that he was probably salivating would have been too obvious. Her eyes fell on a few photos and brown folders stashed in the bookcase in front of her, the one reading "Sandow."

She remembered seeing a man who went by that name at the club, always side by side with Colby.

"Nice," she heard Jon say behind her. That was enough to snap her away from her daze to face him. "Nice what?"

"Your tat... Never seen it before," he said, pointing to the three black and red roses peeking above her low rise jeans.

"Of course you've never seen it," she laughed, "The only other time you seen me close to being naked was in my room... With the lights off."

"Hey, there was some light," he defended, "But gimme a break, I was distracted."

"Yeah I bet you were," she said, wrapping the towel around her arms, pulling it close to her chest. "So this how you spend your nights?"

"With a beautiful girl sitting on my couch, with her shirt off? Nah... I'm not that lucky," he said, that contagious grin slapped across his face. He took a seat beside him, slouching and rubbing his tired eyes.

"You look like you've seen better days," she said quietly.

"Yeah... A lot of late nights."

"Must be fun."

"Not as fun as this."

She smiled. "Can you go one minute without complimenting me?"

He shrugged, smiling again. "No," was his simple answer.

"You sure about that?" She asked, staring at him. He stared right back at her, both feeling like they were pulling the other one in with their eyes. Her heart was pounding and Dean felt his pants tighten around him. Maybe it was the fact that she was wet, sitting beside him in a towel. She was still fully clothed but he could just imagine that night at the club, her barely there ensemble a hundred times better then street clothing.

"What're you looking at?" She whispered, unable to help herself from putting her hand on his lap. That was enough to send a jolt throughout his entire body, impeding his thought process to the point where he could only form a simple "You."

That's all it took.

He found himself grabbing a hold of her arms, pulling her so she was on top of him and straddling his lap. Their lips quickly connected both hungry for this kiss. His hands felt electrifying against her cool skin, settling for the small of her back while his lips travelled across her cheek, down her neck. She moaned softly, letting him explore her skin.

But she quickly had her legs wrapped around his waist as he abruptly carried her to his room, wanting this beautiful creature sprawled out on his sheets.

He climbed on top of her but she was quick to dominate. They sat in the middle of the bed, her legs on either side of him while his lips and hands were busy. He slipped her shirt over her head and she did the same with his, letting her hands run down his chest. He unclasped her bra with expertise, like he'd done this a million times before, ravishing her bare, sensitive skin with his lips. She let out a sigh as he nibbled his way around, smirking as she grinded herself against him.

This time she let him have full control, her back on the bed as he straddled her. Her hands tangled in his hair, eventually leading down his chest and to his belt buckle. Her fingers tugged and pulled away his belt, gracefully unbuttoning his jeans. He nearly ripped hers off along with her frilly black underwear, flinging them to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.

He could see her in the dim light, her eyes as hungry as his. Their breath ragged and heavy as they lay pressed together, even the slightest movement electrifying.

She wanted him. She'd been waiting so long for this moment and nothing could hold her back.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

He grinned, kissing her again while he ran sacked the nightstand drawer, pulling out a foil packet. He had it on in no time, grunting as he slipped himself inside of her... Slowly. The headboard pounding against the wall and his hands gripped around her hips as he moved back and forth sent her over the edge. She clawed at the sheets and at his chest and stomach, her fingers enjoying the feel of his rippled muscles. She dipped her head back, allowing his mouth to attack her neck willingly with the softest of kisses to counteract the force. Ultimately, he was everything she thought he would be- gentle, but dominating as he had her pinned against the bed, loving every damn minute.

Her sound emanating from her mouth on top of the feel and squeeze around him made his eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw hang open in awe.

It was only a matter of time before that familiar feeling rushed through him, as well as her. He groaned as he finished... As she finished with just as much pleasure and excitement as him.

Collapsing on top of her naked, satisfied body, "Fuck" were the last words audible from his lips as they lay together.

XXX

"What the fuck is this?" Sheamus asked, furiously chucking a folded piece of paper across the table him, Alberto and Colby sat at.

Alberto grabbed for the paper first, unfolding it and inspecting the bold, scratchy red letters staring back at him.

'We're coming' it read, and he knew exactly who it was from.

"Wyatt," he gritted, handing it to Colby.

"Where'd you find it?" He asked.

"Becky and Finn... Was on a shipment of guns we had coming in," Seamus muttered. "That bastard has eyes on us... He knows what's coming in and what's going out... We gotta do somethin' 'bout him."

"We can't do shit with the DEA sniffin' around... They got Xavier, who knows who else they're onto," Alberto reminded him.

"Wyatt's just doing what he does best... Intimidate," Colby said, standing from his chair with his glass in hand. "If he comes along then we deal with it then... That's what it is, right? Intimidating... And by the looks of it, it's working."

Sheamus pounded his balled fist against the table, as if he was being insulted. "I ain't intimidated by this bastard, Lopez... I'm looking out for my guys. Somehow he was at the exchange at the border and got this note into my shipment... Our shipment. I want answers."

"He's back," Colby shrugged, "But look at us... We can take him."

Sheamus shook his head. "We need to be careful... I want eyes on everything and everyone, and I mean everyone."

Colby and Alberto had no choice. "Fine."

XXX

It was still dark out, from what Alex could see from the curtains lazily pulled across the window. A flew blinks and the events from hours before came to light, making her smile.

As she turned, she felt a rather large weight draped across her waist, only pulling her close.

"Hey," Jon's mumbly voice greeted.

"Hi."

"What time is it?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

She shrugged. "It's dark... That's all I can tell ya."

"Dark is a time now?"

"It can be."

He chuckled, letting his fingers brush against her cheek bone. "You keep reminding me why I like you."

"You like me?"

"I do."

She smiled. "I hear I'm pretty likeable..."

"Yep," he chuckled, his head lay on his pillow, staring up at the dimly lit ceiling. "Got a question for ya."

"Shoot," she said, letting her head rest on his chest.

"What do you think this is? You and me?" He asked.

At that moment she could feel her heart stop, her palm sweat in anticipation. Did he want this no strings attached, just fucking relationship? If so, could she handle another one? She was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to notice his finger snaking underneath her chin, smirking once he saw her frightened face.

"Uhm... You tell me," she uttered.

"By the look on your face, you were expecting this conversation to go in a different direction weren't you?" He asked.

She shrugged again. "I'm used to that sorta thing," she admitted.

"Don't worry... I took you out the first time and you had me coming back for more. I told you I liked you and I meant it... I don't just fuck around," he reassured her.

She smiled. "So what do I think about this? You and I?"

He nodded.

"I think I want more of you."

That put a huge grin on his face and he attacked her lips with his. "Thank God, cause I couldn't imagine giving you up just yet."

Whatever this was between them was mutual, and promising if it weren't for the strings attached to The Irish she now needed to cut... If she could.