A/N: The italics (in narration and dialogue) are from the song Himerus and Eros by The Spill Canvas, which inspired this ficlet, which was going to be longer and more explicit but I decided not to push my luck.


Title: Symphony of Heavy Breathing
Prompt: Sexual
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: Through season 4, vaguely referenced sex
Summary: Loosely inspired by the song Himerus and Eros by The Spill Canvas. Kutner makes a spontaneous decision.


You're captivating while evading all the questions I have for you. It had been spontaneous. He had always been known for crazy ideas and spontaneous decisions. But this had been the most reckless of them all.

But luckily for him, he hadn't been the only one with this idea. The door swung open and they locked eyes and they seemed to both know what the other wanted. Somehow.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure," she said, moving aside and letting him in before shutting the door behind her, and, inexplicably, locking it.

Your tongue is wet with top secret passion, I hope I am the cause of it.

At first, the first kiss, had been awkward, if only a little. Then it transformed into something forceful and darkly passionate, and he ended up flat on his back on her bed.

She was just toying with him now, and he rolled his eyes as she finally joined him on the bed.

"I hate you," he said simply, rolling over and kissing her.

"I hate you more," she retorted.

The passionate endeavor could've lasted an hour or a week, he had basically lost track of the time.

And, like a normal woman, after five minutes, she was ready to go again.

He wasn't going to complain.

I wish I meant a little more than the symphony of heavy breathing and the friction of hips.

A lot of things had spilled over into this little escapade, anger, tension, passion, and neither of them were surprised to wake up with a few bruises here and there. They got out of bed the next morning and she just stared at him for a moment or two.

"If you keep staring, I might do a trick or break out into a musical number," he joked, looking around for his pants.

"Was this premeditated?" she asked.

"Spending the night wasn't," he said vaguely.

"I mean, did you spontaneously drive yourself over here and…?"

He looked thoughtful. "I didn't wake up yesterday morning planning on nailing you," he said finally.