The rains chase them as they make their way back to the cabin, the afternoon taking the worst of turns. Luke swears as he cuffs off his boots at the door, ushering Leah inside the house simultaneously.

Even with hair and clothes soaked through, they can't help but laugh as Roxy shakes out her fur and moves to the mat near the foot of the couch.

"This was a terrible date," Luke grumbles as he peels off his jacket and sets it over one of the dining room chairs.

Heading back to the living space he crouches down to crank up the heat to fight against the ice settling in his bones. They had only been a mile out when the rain started, but it came in heavy blankets, covering everything as it passed.

"I didn't think it was that bad," the dark haired beauty states as she stands in the small passage, rain drops falling from her hair onto her shoulders. "I've had worse."

Glancing over his shoulder, his eyes sweep her as she curls the bottom of her wet sweater up with nimble fingers, crossing her arms and tugging up. The scarlet material makes a splat on the floors revealing her supple body.

She is the epitome of youth, smooth firm lines of bronze skin stretching in each direction, a simple black bra covering her full chest. With her lip pulled between her teeth he can almost taste her on the tip of his tongue.

"We should get out of our clothes." She says breathlessly, her eyes clouding.

Luke raises a brow as he stands and stalks toward her. He may have been a gentlemen but he wasn't above taking a beautiful woman to bed. As he reaches her he dips down, hands on the back of her thighs and sweeps her up. He shivers as his wet shirt presses between them, until he feels her warm skin.

Just like the night they danced in the kitchen her skin radiates a warmth from deep within.

With a hand on her ass, and one sliding to her neck, their mouths meet for the first time. Noses brushing, he angles his head to the side, slanting and taking her lips in another searing kiss. Her warm body clings to his, kisses becoming urgent and desperate as she slides her hands into his hair, pulling him down into her.

Without words he backs them into the small bedroom, kicking the door behind him closed.

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When he wakes the room is dark. Slowly his forearm slides down from across his face to find a slather of black hair against his chest.

The light breaths she takes tickle his stomach as she remains still and curled beside him. He doesn't want for a cover, her warmth providing enough for the both of them.

He tentatively runs his fingertips through her hair, watching as it falls back into place like stroking a feather. When she wriggles he stops his movements, scared to wake her from her peaceful slumber.

Across the room he spots the impatient blue light of his cell, blinking in the darkness.

With a sigh he slips out of bed and reaches for the phone. Scrolling through it he spots several missed calls from Penelope Garcia.

Glancing back at the woman in his bed he slides out of the bedroom, picking up her wet sweater to deposit it over a chair and takes a similar seat in the kitchen.

Newbie, I've been trying to reach you all afternoon. Call me when you get this. I've already debriefed Prentiss. Thanks to your small town Chief, I've received case and autopsy reports from three of the nearby towns. You were right, it's not animal attacks. But there's more than that. Reid believes it's a pack. Perhaps a cult situation because the marks are inconsistent with one Unsub and closer to thirteen. JJ and Rossi are heading directly to Seattle to the city morgue to take a look at some of the victims. Prentiss and Reid will be coming directly to Forks. I haven't been able to contact the rest of the team just yet, but I'm working on it.'

Luke stands to pace the kitchen as he calls Garcia back. He slams his hand on the counter and tries again when she doesn't answer.

"Hey," Leah says softly from the doorway, knotting the sheet around her chest in a makeshift cover. "Everything okay?"

Fisting his hair, Luke tries the number again, giving Leah an apologetic glance. "Yeah. Sorry, I have to-"

"Newbie?"

"Penelope, thank God. Tell me everything."

When Luke finishes the call, he trudges back to the bedroom.

Leah's wet jeans remain on the floor along with her bra.

But she's nowhere in sight.