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Disclaimer: I do not own Deadliest Catch or the men that appear in the show. This is a complete work of fiction. However, Layla is an OC and her character, family, and backstory are of my own creation. Also, Rated M for a reason. Language, and the usual smut.

EDGARPOV:

The alarm next to the hotel bed went off around eight in the morning.

God, he hated fucking alarm clocks.

Edgar rolled over with a grunt and smacked it off. He felt Layla stir in bed beside him and sit up. He turned to her and smiled, "Last show tonight babe."

"Then Hawaiiiiii," she sang sleepily.

Edgar laughed and leaned over to kiss her ruffled bed-head. Filming 'After the Catch' would definitly have it's perks.

"You ever been?" he asked.

"Hawaii? Yea, I love it there. When I was eighteen I spent about six months there," Layla replied with a smile.

Edgar laughed and shook his head, "How is it that your this young and been so many places?"

"Modeling takes you to some pretty cool areas, I was there working with a surf board company," she replied, getting out of bed and beginning to get dressed.

Edgar smiled and nodded to himself, ah, yes, he remembered those pictures now. Andy Hillstrand had one signed from her. Hanging up. In the Time Bandit wheelhouse. Edgar rolled his eyes as he remembered.

"So you know people down there?" he asked, an idea formulating in his head.

"Hell yea," Layla laughed. "I gots connections," she giggled in her best gangsta' voice.

"Well, good. Maybe you and I will go visit some of your old friends there? Just have a day for you and me? No Hillstrands, or Harris'," he smiled and leaned in to kiss her, "and especially no Hansen's."

"Hmm, I think I like this idea," Layla smiled against his lips.

"Yea?"

"Yea," she replied and kissed him again.

Edgar kissed her softly and slowly walked her back towards the bed. When the back of her legs touched the mattress she and Edgar fell back gently on to the bed together without breaking contact.

"We don't have much time," she murmured as she took of his shirt. "They are all expecting us at breakfast."

Last night's 'makeup sex' had been fast and rough, but Edgar was determined to make sure that this one was different.

"No one will miss us that much," Edgar smirked and rolled over so they were on their sides looking at eachother. He leaned in then and kissed her softly, "I want to make this right," he said quietly.

Layla's eyebrows creased and she reached up the caress his face and Edgar pressed his cheek into her palm and closed his eyes. He loved when she did that. It made him feel...he didn't know the right word for it. Cherished?

"Edgar," she spoke as quietly as he had. "It has been set right. We're okay."

"But before last night, we were better than 'okay'. We were great... Flawless," he said, and put his arm around her waist and moved them closer together.

"We're great now, too," Layla replied, "Don't you feel that?" she asked and moved the hand that was holding his face down to his chest. "It's right there."

Edgar stared at her for a long time. She was right, he did feel it. Even when she walked out last night upset, he had felt it.

"Couples fight, Edgar. If they don't that means they ignore things and aren't willing to fight for what they have," Layla said and then smiled. "And we can fight harder than most. What's that say about us?"

He shook his head lightly, "How did I end up with you?" he asked and moved her hand back up to his face. "I don't deserve you," he whispered.

Layla took a deep breath then and pressed her hand into his cheek to get his attention, "Edgar Hansen, I don't ever want to hear you say that again," she said gently, but seriously. "You are the best man I have ever met."

He looked at her for a moment and noted just how serious she was. "Okay," he nodded and leaned into kiss her.

Layla had a way of making him feel like he really was the best man she had ever met. That he was the only man in the world. And then it hit him. Why had he been so upset over Mike? Even if he did have feelings for her, which his so clearly did, it didn't matter. Layla was not going to falter. She was his, through and through. He smiled as he kissed her.

Layla broke away with a light laugh, "What's got you so griny?"

Edgar just smiled and shook his head, "I'll tell you later."

"Okay," she smiled and kissed him again.

Edgar got up and stood at the edge of the bed inbetween her legs. He lifted off Layla's shirt and tossed it next to the bed, "Why did I even bother getting out of my pajama's, Hansen?" she laughed.

"I ask myself that everyday," Edgar laughed as he tugged her jeans off and threw them in the general vicinity of her t-shirt.

Layla sat up and undid the button of his jeans while looking up at Edgar, never breaking eye contact. Edgar felt a shudder run all the way up his spine as she gently pushed his jeans to the floor at his feet, lightly dragging her nails down his legs and then back to his waist. Layla leaned forward and kissed his stomach that was just eye level because she was sitting on the bed. Edgar followed her train of thought as she slowly made her way down to the waistband of his boxers. She pushed them to the floor along with his jeans and Edgar was so fixated on what Layla's mouth was doing to him that he didn't even bother stepping out of his jeans and boxers to move them out of the way.

Edgar's hand found the soft hair just behind her ear laced his fingers in. He was already breathing hard and if she didn't stop soon this whole thing would be over a lot quicker than he wanted. After another minute, Edgar began to feel that familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach, "Babe, no more," he groaned and was releaved when she pulled back. She smirked up at him.

"Don't even bother fishing for compliments," he laughed. "You already know how good that was."

Layla just laughed and put her arms around his waist and pulled him gently down on top of her. Edgar began moved down her body to reciprocate but she shook her head and held him close to her, "I just want you right now," she said quietly and kissed him. Edgar nodded moved his lower body inbetween her legs that quickly wrapped around him. He kissed her collarbone and Layla reached down betweent them to position him, and then he slowly slid home.

Edgar could stay there forever. But when Layla rolled her hips the way she did, it was impossible to stay still. He groaned and she did it again. Edgar buried his head in her neck and slowly began thrusting. He wanted to be slow and gently so badly, but it appeared both his and Layla's body were far more eager.

Layla gripped his hair just a bit tighter and he felt her begin to pulse around him. He followed shortly after, burying his head in her slightly sweaty neck.

Eventually, after her heartbeat returned to a normal pace, Layla unclenched her legs from around his hips. He didn't immediatly get off of her, but he soon layed now next to her and she rolled over to curl up next to him.

"You and your damn cuddling," Edgar grumbled affectionatly.

"Ha! You love it," she laughed lightly. "But don't worry. Your secret is safe with me," Layla smiled and pushed her body up to kiss him.

Edgar smiled, "Good. Because I have a reputation to uphold, ya know."

A/N: Cute chapter I think! Ha, I just love these two. And that is not tooting my own horn! Review Please!