Walking down the corridor to his door, he first squints and then rubs his eyes. He knows he's drunk, but so wasted that he's seeing things?

He stops and bends down to take a closer look.

She's there, sitting on the floor leaning against his door. Her jeans are hugging her lean legs, her heels are on the floor next to her feet. The pink nail polish brings back memories. Her oversized shirt is hanging off her shoulder, baring a black lace bra strap. Her eyes are closed and she's breathing deeply, sound asleep, totally oblivious to the fact that he's staring at her.

"Well, well." He says to no one in particular. She doesn't stir. He takes a bite of his burger and continues his monologue. "I can't leave you out here now can I?" A sip of coke, with a loud gurgling sound as the cup is drained. "Shit. Sorry about that. I'll carry you in but I just have to..." He points towards the door with the take away bag. "Just a sec."

He steps over her and unlocks the door. He tiptoes into his apartment, managing to avoid knocking down the mirror as he trips over Elliot's bag. He places the take away bag and the now empty cup on the counter in the kitchen. A fork gets shoved into the sink and Christian shushes to make the noise less.

Returning to the door, he carefully lifts her shoes and bag inside his door.

He hunches by her, leans in a kisses her hair before he slides his hand under her legs and the other behind her back. She startles at his touch, but as soon as she realizes it's Christian, she wraps her arms around his neck and lets him carry her in.

"Chris…" She tilts her face towards him, sleep soon disappearing from her system as she sees him eyeing her hungrily.

"I tried to call you." He says placing her on the floor, but not letting go of her.

"Oh?"

"Yeah... I miss you." He looks at her, and clumsily pushes a stray lock behind her ear. "You're so soft." He strokes her cheek. "And pretty. And fuckin hot. And sexy as hell."

She places her hand on his cheek, the stubble prickly against her palm, an amused smile plays on her lips as she says, "and you're drunk."

He leans down and kisses her, the kiss is sloppy and wet. The impending erection, is by now a raging hard on trying to push through the fly of his jeans.

"I want you, baby." He manages to mumble between the kisses, all the while his hands are roaming her body, kneading her butt, fondling her breasts.

"I want you too..." she replies as she goes for his belt buckle.

"Fuck yes." He lifts her up, and carries her the few steps from the hallway to his bedroom. In a surprisingly smooth move he lays her on the bed and then dives in over her for a drunken make out session.

He tugs off her trousers and throws her string somewhere over his shoulder. His gleaming gaze roams up her legs...

"Oh fuck yes."

He pushes his head between her thighs, and kisses her pussy like a long lost lover should. Her moans urge him on, her fingers in his hair pulling him closer. He trails his fingers up her legs, and then slips his middle finger inside her when he sucks on her clit.

"Oh yes... Oh... Oh... Christian..." She moans shamelessly as he pushes her over the brink of pleasure.

He licks off his fingers and grins as he lays down between her legs and leans in for a kiss. "Sweet as honey."

"Mmm..." she purrs. "That was amazing."

"I know." He winks. "This will be too." He pushes his cock between her folds, the friction against her clit making her squirm beneath him.

"Chris..." she puts her hand against his chest. "I'm not on the pill."

He smiles and reaches over to his nightstand, pulling out the king sized package of condoms.

"I'm prepared. If you're good to go?"

She nods, taking out a package, ripping it open and catching his cock in her hands.

"Ah, hell yes..." He can't resist thrusting against her hand. She applies just the perfect amount of pressure. She leans in, and licks over the frenulum making him shiver all over.

"Shit, Ana. This will be over much too soon if you do that."

She looks him in the eye, and takes his cock in her mouth, sucking it like a delicious Popsicle until she lets it go with a plop. She rolls on the condom and he lets go of the last thread of his self-control as he lounges forward burying himself balls deep inside her.


"Christian." A voice breaks through the cloud of sleep, that's weighing like a heavy fog over him. Hands are tugging on his arm. Fuck. His head feels like it'll shatter into a million pieces when he cracks open his eyes and the light in the room hits his retinas.

"What?" He croaks, as he finally gets his eyes to focus on a very naked Ana standing by his bed.

"There's some guy on your couch."

"What?" He sits up much too fast for his own good, his stomach flipping ominously as the sledgehammers pound against his skull.

"Some guy. On your couch." She says, grabbing his shirt, and pulling it on. He resists the urge to complain over her covering up.

He stands, and pulls on a pair of boxers to cover his semi. He shakes, very carefully mind you, his head, as he sees two used condoms laying haphazardly on the floor. A third one hangs on the side of the trashcan. Three? With the alcohol level that was in his blood, he's surprised he managed more than one before his lights went out.

He walks out of the bedroom, and takes a look at the person on the couch, before heading to the bathroom for a pee, and a much needed Advil.

When he gets back to the bedroom Ana is pacing back and forth, biting her nails nervously.

"Well?"

"Yeah… That would be Elliot. My friend from Portland."

"Oh." She doesn't look convinced.

"Forget about him. Come back to bed." Christian strips and slides in under the duvet, holding it up for her. "He's out cold, just pretend he's not even there."

"Okay." She climbs onto the bed and fits herself next to him.

He kisses her beneath the ear, his dick already at half-mast. "Lose the shirt, baby."

With a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, she pulls the shirt over her head and lets the shirt drop next to the bed.

He wraps himself around her, her boob in his hand, his dick lodged firmly between her buttocks. He plays with her nipples and hisses as she squirms against him.

Breathing her sweet scent, he peppers her neck with kisses. "Tell me I'm not dreaming... Tell me that you are really here." He breathes onto her skin. She wiggles in his arms until she's facing him, her blue eyes hazy of desire. "You are not dreaming. And I'm definitely really here, and there's no place else I'd want to be either," she barely manages to finish the sentence before slamming her lips onto his. The kiss deepens quickly, desire crackling through the air as they try to make up for the days they spent apart. Christian stretches and grabs a condom off the table, ripping the package and rolling it on. Flipping onto his back, he pulls her on top of him and enjoys the feel of her wet heat as she glides over him, sheathing his dick in one smooth move. He can't help the Cheshire cat smile spreading on his face, the view is absolutely magnificent.

Supporting herself against his chest she starts grinding away, and there's no way in hell he can keep his hands to himself. He gropes her breasts, slides his hands down to her hips and grabs on controlling the rhythm so that he can meet her moves with his own.

Their volume level rises, as they fuck their way to nirvana. The thought of kicking it down a notch does not cross their minds. Once panting and spent, their bodies covered with sweat, they lie cuddling for ages. There are no words, as neither wants to take up any issues that would destroy the blissful tranquility of their post orgasmic state.

The silence is broken by applause and a whistle from the door.

"Now that was one hell of a show… I need a cigarette, and I don't even smoke."

Christian raises his head and sees Elliot standing in the doorway grinning. He pulls the duvet over himself and Ana.

"Some privacy please, Elliot. Get the fuck out."

"What? You're the one that left the door open. You can't blame a guy for watching... 'Cause damn."

Christian throws a pillow at Elliot who chuckles and shuts the door, shouting through it, "I'll make coffee!"

Christian looks down at Ana beneath the duvet, her expression being something between an amused blush, and mortification.

"That was Elliot. Don't worry about him, he's seen it all before..."

"He's seen you have sex before?" She sounds surprised.

"Well that he hasn't... But he has fucked his way through Portland, and I'm sure everything hasn't been strictly one on one."

"What about you then? Have you lived as wildly as your friend?" She asks, biting the inside of her lip while drawing circles into the faint hair on Christian's chest.

"No. I'm not into one night stands... And long term relationships... We'll, let's just say I've tried to keep my guard up as I've been burnt."

"So where does that put me then?" she asks. The mood switches from light to dead-serious faster than you can say Callahan.

"Well, you." He places a kiss on the top of her head. "You turned my world around. You brought me back to life. And you made me revalue everything I thought I knew about myself."

"Really?"

"I saw you with Callahan... And I knew you were probably off limits. But I couldn't stop thinking about you. The more I tried to forget you…." He shakes his head at the memory of the drunken night at the bar. "Just trust me, I tried hard to exorcise the memory of you, from my head."

"Oh."

"What about you? Do you usually have sex on the beach with strangers you just met?"

She flushes scarlet at his bluntness.

"Thanks for softening the blow," she quips, "and I assume you are not talking about the cocktail either… "

Christian shakes his head, so she continues. "No, that's not my usual mo. I have had a few boyfriends, you know the usual high school-slash-college kind of thing. Then I moved to L.A." She sighs deeply, and it's not hard to guess what's coming next.

"Callahan?" Christian asks, and strokes her back, reveling in the softness of her skin, while trying to keep her talking at the same time.

"Yes, James happened... You know? The funny part is, I didn't know who he was, when he first came to talk to me in the office coffee room. I was young, in a strange city feeling lonely and homesick…" She pauses and shakes her head. "And he made me feel good. He persuaded me to go out with him…" She frowns at the realization that they never officially went out, but stayed in private clubs, VIP booths… Not to get caught, she gets it now. "Anyway… Before I knew it, I was head over heels and in a full blown relationship with my boss."

"Married boss," he comments.

She flops onto the bed throwing her arm over her eyes, before continuing.

"In hindsight, I get that it was stupid, and I feel like I'm the most naive person in the northern hemisphere... He told me, that his wife is an alcoholic, a nagging old hag, and they are just keeping up appearances. He said he doesn't love her and they were going to get a divorce... The papers were practically done."

"Yeah, and the check was in the mail. You know that's just bullshit, don't you?"

She nods and sighs. "Hindsight's a bitch…"

"That it is."

He turns towards her, and pushes a lock of hair off her face.

"Are you over him?" He looks her straight in the eye, the intensity of their connection makes the air vibrate. He doesn't dare to breathe, everything suddenly hanging on her answer. If she's over Callahan, then nothing will stand between them, but if she's not… That scares the living shit out of him.


AN: Thank you for reading (and reviewing ;) )

H xx