That Monday, Becca returned to work again. Jack had been over at her place the night before, like he had been every day, so he was the one to drive her to work with him early in the morning. They held hands in the car, and they even walked into the building hand-in-hand. They were early, so no one was really around to see them like that. It's not that they were shameful of the relationship. It's just that it had been so sudden, and no one else knew. They'd get around to telling people eventually. At least that's what they told themselves.

Jack escorted Becca from the car to the office, where he stopped to face her. "This is where I leave you, unfortunately," he told her.

"I know," she sighed. "I wish it was just another lazy day with you." She stood on her tip toes and pulled him down so she could peck his nose. "But it's okay. We'll see each other for lunch."

"Very true." He was playing with her fingers as he gave a nod. "In that case, I'll see you at lunch."

She grinned, and instead of her having to reach up to him, he did her a favor and leaned down to kiss her lips. "See you." She then watched him leave and turn down the far hallway before she pivoted on her heel and went into the office to begin working. It wasn't five minutes later when they began texting each other.

Hope walked in about half an hour after Becca had gotten there. Becca didn't know this, but Hope had arrived with Scott that morning. Since their date, he still hadn't left her place. He'd even had the guys drop off some of his clothes for work so he didn't have to leave her. The woman strolled into the office and right to her desk.

"Morning, Becca," she smiled on her way. "Glad to have you back."

Becca, who had been writing something down, glanced up for a split second to reply. "Hey, morning. I am, too." She went right back to work, but then suddenly took a second glance at her friend when she noticed something. She had to squint while Hope had her head turned, and her eyes shot wide open when she realized what she'd found. The surprised expression was mixed with one of knowing suspicion. "Uh, Hope?"

"Yeah?" Hope didn't look up from what she was doing at first.

"You got, uh…" it was hard to explain without being so outright about it.

"What?" Hope asked, glancing up for once.

Becca pointed to her own neck to show her where on Hope's she'd seen the addition to her skin. "You missed one," she stated with a slight smirk.

It took a moment for Hope to realize that she was talking about one of the newer hickeys on her neck. Quickly she brought out her handheld makeup mirror from her purse, and sure enough, she'd completely missed the mark. How did she not notice it before? "Shit," she said under her breath as she fought to cover it up.

"Wanna tell me what happened on this date of yours?" Becca asked slyly. She already knew what had went down, and she was sure Hope knew it now, too.

The CEO's face turned crimson. "Do you even need to ask?"

"Nope," Becca giggled. "But I do want details." When Hope hesitated, Becca crossed her arms. "Come on, we're friends, here. You can tell me."

Before anything, Hope went to shut the office door. Turning against it, she leaned, letting out a breath. "Well, you already seem to know that we slept together."

"Yeah, yeah, I get that part. How'd it happen?"

"Becca," Hope wasn't used to sharing these details. She'd never really had that close of a friend for that.

"Come on, Hope, it's not like I'm a complete stranger. And I won't tell anyone. Come on, what led up to it?"

"Fine, fine," the other woman held up her hands. "Well, I had him over for dinner, and while we were cooking together he started kissing my neck. He knows that's one of my weaknesses, and it made me shiver and I tried to play it off. We started making flirty moves or whatever, trying to see who would crack first. I won."

Becca listened intently. "What did you do to him, anyway?"

"I kept teasing him, pressing my ass against him when he was behind me, giving him the same smug grins he was giving me… but I kept watching him and hardly did a thing. Then I brought him to the living room and he suddenly kissed me aggressively."

"Couldn't handle the pressure," Becca giggled. "He's whipped and he knows it."

"And a damn good kisser," Hope added under her breath, thinking it wouldn't be heard. Wrong.

"Oh, I bet. So what happened after he caved?"

Hope chuckled. "We just had a make out session right then and there. He kissed my neck, his hands roamed. I realized what was he was trying to do and helped him out by urging him on. One thing led to another, and now we've done it about seven or eight times in the last three days."

The assistant's jaw nearly brushed the floor. "Really?"

Hope nodded with a blush. "Is that bad?"

"Hell no, I'm jealous," Becca admitted. "Damn, the sex must have been really, really good… wasn't it?"

"Oh you better believe it. It's earth-shattering. And I'm relieved it finally happened. Some of our dates have been filled with so much sexual tension that I wasn't sure how much longer we'd last. But I knew we were ready. And thank god for birth control."

"Preach it."

They both laughed, and then Hope wanted to change the subject to something other than her sexual encounters with Scott. "So, how's your recovery been?"

"So far, so good," Becca replied. "Most of the cramping has completely gone away. I have a follow up this week."

"Good to hear. And how are things with Jack?"

That was when Becca got tripped up. "They're well, from what I am tell. He's been helping a lot."

Hope couldn't help but notice how her friend had started to blush. "What's with the flushing face?"

"Huh?" Becca hadn't even realized that there'd been heat rushing to her face.

"You're blushing," the other woman pointed out. It was her turn to smirk this time. "Becca, what's going on?"

"Hope…"

"Oh, come on! I told you about me!"

"Yes, but I knew that was coming sooner or later. This… this is different."

"Oh, bullshit," Hope crossed her arms as she stared at the other woman, who was now avoiding her gaze. "Come on, tell me what happened."

After a moment of silence, Becca, who had eventually started to smile like a giddy teenager, let out a breath. "Fine. We, uh… we kissed."

"I knew it!"

"Oh, whatever. It actually happened by accident."

"What? How?"

"Well, while I was sleeping, he went to kiss my cheek, but I moved, so his lips ended up on mine instead of my cheek. That was one wake up call I was pleasantly surprised to receive, honestly."

"What did he do after that?"

Becca chuckled lightly. "He tried to apologize, thinking I was upset. To shut him up, I pulled him down to kiss him. Turns out he's a fantastic kisser. And I mean really good. Ever since then we haven't stopped."

"Aww," Hope smiled. "See, I told you it was a good idea to have him help you."

"Yeah, yeah," Becca laughed. "No need for gloating."

Hope's smile became triumphant just then, but only for a moment. "I'm happy for you guys."

"I can say the same about you and Scott," when the other woman spoke, there was a teasingly smug grin on her face. "You and your mind-blowing sex."

The CEO rolled her eyes with a chuckle, and that was when she went back to her work. Becca did the same, the two women working hard on whatever task they had on hand. Every so often, they'd gossip some more, just like they always did. It helped them get to the lunch break.

On another wing of the building, Scott was walking to Jack's office to hand off some reports. When he poked his head inside, he found Jack texting… and smiling at his phone. This sparked Scott's curiosity, but he kept himself from being nosy right away. "Here are the reports," he came into the doorway. "Is now a good time?"

"Oh, yeah," Jack nodded and waved him inside. But he didn't look up yet. He had to finish writing a message. Once he'd sent it, he glanced up, and there was Scott, standing right in front of the desk and holding out the papers he'd brought. "Thanks." Jack took them and set them aside.

"You're all smiley this morning," Scott pointed out. "Especially for a Monday."

"Is that a bad thing?" Jack raised a brow, but he also let out an amused chuckle, because Scott had a similar form of happiness on his face. "I can say the same about you, ya know?"

"Well, I have a great reason."

"Oh? Let me guess, it has something to do with the date you had on Friday?" By now, Jack had caught on. It wasn't difficult to catch his drift. When Scott nodded and gave a victorious grin, Jack chuckled. He knew it. He just knew it. "You naughty bastard. How was it?"

"Absolutely amazing," Scott answered, his mind flashing back to that night. It would be clear in his mind forever. "And she was asking for it. I started kissing her neck and tried to tease her, and she took it as a challenge. She's sneaky and a tease… I cracked first."

"Because you're whipped."

Scott laughed and shrugged. "Yeah, basically. Not that I care, though. I have no problem with it."

"Of course, you don't."

They both shared a few laughs before Scott leaned against Jack's desk. "So, how are things with Becca?"

"They're better," Jack replied. "She was working up the courage to tell me sooner. I saw the ring before she could speak up. But things are okay now." He wasn't sure if Becca wanted Scott to know that she and Jack had kissed over the last few days.

"Are you going to continue with a relationship?"

"I think so, when she's ready. I'll be patient and wait as long as it takes."

Scott remained in there and chatted with Jack until lunchtime rolled around. Scott looked at his watched and smiled to himself. "I'm gonna go find Hope for lunch."

"Easy there, horny bastard," Jack teased.

"Shut the hell up."

The chairman chortled. Scott eventually let out a few chuckles as well before he left for Hope's office. On his way, he passed Becca, whom he waved at as she went by. She smiled at him, but it was smug, like Jack's had been. Scott figured that she now knew of what happened between him and Hope. Girls and their gossip. He shook his head and went to find his girlfriend. He found her like he usually did, at her desk and typing a few things. He could see the uncovered hickey clear on her neck.

"Pssst," he tried to get her attention.

Hope peered up and grinned. "Hey, there you are," she beckoned him inside. "I just need to finish this last email, and then you'll have my full attention." Then, she turned back to her computer and continued typing.

Scott remembered that Becca was no longer in the office, so he decided to shut the door… and he locked it. He then went up behind her chair and slowly kissed the mark on her skin. "I see you forgot one, there," his voice was muffled against her skin.

Hope shivered immediately. "I did. I asked you to check for me this morning, you liar."

He gave a devilish grin and nipped at her neck. "I swear I didn't see it."

"I don't believe you," she murmured. "But, can you wait a few minutes? I'm almost done."

"Am I distracting you, again, Ms. Van Dyne?" he asked the very obvious.

"Scott, why do you even ask that question?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he kissed up and down her neck. He took her earlobe between his teeth, and then he sneakily brought up a hand to cup her breast. Thank god the door was locked.

"Careful, Mr. Lang," she whispered, biting her lip to keep herself from moaning. Whatever was on her screen didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered. "We're in public."

Scott just smirked, noticing how she was beginning to squirm. He brought his mouth up to her ear to speak, his breath hot against her. "I don't care. I'd bend you over this desk if I could."

"Jesus, Scott," Hope's voice was breathy.

At first, it made him pull away slightly. "Too much?"

"Hell no," she shook her head.

"Too bad I can't do it more," he teased and suddenly backed away all together. Hope peered over her shoulder in confusion. He was smirking, standing about a foot away, now.

She glowered at him. "Damn you, Scott Lang," she hissed. "That was mean."

"What?" he asked.

"You come in here, get me sexually frustrated, and then back away. Evil."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he shrugged innocently. He was trying so hard not to let his lips turn into a smile.

Damn this man. Sometimes she hated him. "You do," she responded. "You do, and it was evil." This time, he allowed himself to smirk mischievously, and she rolled her eyes. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"I have a long list of ideas."

"Oh, god," she laughed, just as she picked up a few pieces of paper. "Can you go take these to Jack, please? Since you're going to be like that."

He tried to give her innocent puppy eyes, but they didn't work this time. He took the papers, kissed her cheek swiftly, and left the office. Inside behind him, he could hear her let out a frustrated huff, and it made him grin to himself. But he had to wipe it off as he got to Jack's office again. Scott opened the door, and he was immediately shocked.

"Oh, my god!"

Right there behind the desk was Jack, but there was a woman with him… actually sitting on his desk while he kissed her. Scott's interjection made her jump, and she pulled away from Jack and glanced toward the door. Scott couldn't believe it.

"Becca? Holy shit, when did this happen?"

Jack and Becca both laughed. "Looks like the cat's out of the bag, then," Jack stated. "This happened last week, by accident, actually."

"A perfect accident, if you ask me," Becca added, wrapping her arms around Jack's waist.

"And you didn't tell me?" the other man acted offended. "You just told me you reconciled, and that was it. You left out a big detail here! You didn't say it was that kind of reconciliation! You traitor." He was mostly joking, of course, because he couldn't hide his excited grin.

"Just because you have loose lips doesn't mean that I do. I didn't know if Becca wanted me telling anyone yet," Jack raised his hand in defense. His other hand was resting on Becca's hip. The woman smiled at Jack's chivalry. "Nothing personal."

Scott chuckled just then. "In any case, I'm happy for you both. So, everything's okay now?"

"Yes, Scott," Jack nodded, a laugh falling from the edge of his words. He motioned toward the stuff in Scott's hands. "Are those the papers from Hope?"

"Yeah, here," he said and walked up to hand it off. "Okay, I'll leave you be, now. Carry on." Scott then turned and left the room, though he didn't go back to Hope's office because he knew he was still in trouble. He decided to instead send her a text. How are you holding up?

Still frustrated no thanks to you. I hate you for that.

Come on, you don't hate me that much do you?

She was typing for a moment, and then it paused. A short reply came from her. I guess not that much.

He smirked to himself as he wrote. Still imagining me bending you over the desk?

Oh, definitely. In fact, I'm relieving myself thinking about it.

His eyes went wide. The thought of her touching herself was incredibly arousing. Really? That's hot.

That was when she threw her revenge at him. Too bad you won't be getting more.

Wait, what? His brows had furrowed at the screen. No reply came after that. He sent another text. Hope? Come on, I'm sorry I frustrated you. Despite his efforts, he got no answer. Hope, one. Scott, zero. Like it usually was. There really was no way he could win against her. All he could do was sit there in his locked office, his only choice to deal with his own sexual frustration himself.


A few hours went by, the end of the day drawing near. Scott was finishing up the last of some lab reports when his phone buzzed. He took one glance, not expecting much, but then he did a double take when he saw that it was from Hank. Before he got distracted, he finished his work and looked at the message. His eyes went wide as he read it, and he shot up to hurry and clean up and lock up the office before running out. He went to Hope's office immediately, skidding to a stop and hitting the doorframe. The sound made Hope jump.

"Scott?" she let out a breath. "What the hell?" Her furrowed brows and confused look gave way into a bit of worry as she rose to her feet. "Are you okay? You look like you've been running a marathon."

"I came to show you this," he whipped out his phone and rushed to open his messages.

Hope's confusion returned. "Show me what, Scott?"

Finally, he pulled up the message and showed her his screen. Hope read the message, and her heart skipped a beat, eyes going wide.

Your suits are both finished.