Steve slipped in quietly and closed the door behind him. He heard the water running. He exhaled as he concluded that Laura was running through her nightly routine, and that meant it was time to go to sleep, not just to bed. He walked over to their closet and stepped inside. He stripped down to his boxers and pulled his pajamas out of the dresser. He slipped them on and walked back out to the bedroom just as Laura stepped out of the bathroom.

"Hey, Baby," she grinned.

"Hi, Sweetie," he smiled back.

She climbed onto the bed on all fours. "I brushed my teeth since you hate the taste of wine," she explained, crawling toward him slowly.

Steve nodded. "You should always brush your teeth before you go to sleep," he added uncomfortably, noticing the way she was prowling toward him.

She bit her lip as she reached the edge of the bed. "Who said anything about sleepin'?" she grinned, kneeling on the bed and reaching out for his belt. She slipped one finger into the waist of his trousers and yanked him close to her.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed as he was thrust forward.

She grinned up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him deeply.

"Mmmm…" he moaned into her mouth. He got lost for a moment as their tongues danced, but then he remembered why this was a bad idea as her hand grabbed his groin with much less grace than she had when she was sober. "Whoa there, Sailor," he exclaimed, ripping his body away from her.

"What's wrong?" she frowned, sitting back on her feet.

Steve stayed far back from their bed to avoid temptation. "Sweetums, why don't we just try to get some sleep?" he asked, knowing that the balloon inflating in his pants would never let him do that.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Now, why on Earth would you wanna do that when that monster in your pants is trying so hard to break free?" she asked, standing from the bed and swaying toward him on her unsteady feet.

Steve stepped back and moved around her quickly. He dove for the bed and rolled off of it, hopping up on the other side. Laura looked at him in shock.

Feeling confident with the bed between them, he stood up straight again. "It's not a monster," he corrected. "It's a part of my body that I can control with my respectful, critically-thinking brain."

Laura was too drunk for this conversation. "What?"

Steve frowned. "Laura Lee, I can't make love to you when you're this drunk."

Laura's jaw dropped. "Seriously? Steve, I'm conscious, standing, and practically begging for it. What's the problem?"

Steve swallowed hard. Those were good points, but it wasn't enough for him. "Laura, I am a gentleman. If you're too drunk to drive, you're too drunk to consent."

Laura rolled her eyes, not realizing she may have handled his discomfort with a little bit more finesse had she had a clearer brain that night. "You didn't mind having drunk sex with me on my birthday weekend," she countered.

"We were both drunk," he reminded her, "and you know we were too drunk to actually... go all the way that night."

Laura frowned. Technically, that was correct.

"It's different when I'm completely sober, Love Bug. I don't wanna take advantage."

Laura walked around the bed to him again. She wrapped her arms around his neck again and began to kiss his neck before he could pull away. "It's not taking advantage," she whispered in his ear between kisses. "I just wanna do something we've done a million times before and are gonna do a million more times."

She continued to kiss his favorite spot on his neck, but he refused to embrace her, as much as he was dying to. "But you're drunk," he whimpered, in an effort to continue to resist her.

She pulled back slightly and looked him in the eye. "I am. I am so wasted," she giggled, "but I want you, Steve, and I know you want me too." She pressed her body against him to feel his erection poking into her again. "I know you do. It's not like it was the night of that frat party. That would've been taking advantage. This is different. You see that this is different, right? Doesn't it feel different?"

Steve finally wrapped his arms around her. "Yes."

She smiled brightly and kissed his neck again. "If I hadn't passed out that night, you might've found yourself in a very similar predicament," she giggled.

Steve looked at her in surprise. "No! You wouldn't have… tried anything?"

Laura stepped back and sat on the bed. "I don't know," she shrugged. "Maybe."

"You were a virgin!" he reminded her, sitting beside her on the bed.

"I know," she nodded.

"You were technically with Stefan! You wouldn't have made a move on me!"

"I was thinking about it," she shrugged.

"You were not!"

"I was! At first, I was just thinking about how badly I wanted to piss off Stefan. Then I started thinking about how badly I wanted to kiss you again. That auction had been haunting my dreams," she purred, biting her lip, "but then when we kissed… Something just exploded in me, like someone had poured gas on the little flame that'd been in my heart since the auction, and I wanted to know what it would be like to… be with you."

"Noooooo," he exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yes," she said firmly. "I remembered how hot you looked naked, and I started thinking about good it would feel to finally get a big, hard… dick inside of me."

Steve shuttered noticeably.

"And how happy you would be if it was yours," she purred, leaning into his neck to kiss him again.

Steve's arm wrapped around her waist and he gripped her butt. "You know I wouldn't have let you that night no matter what you did, right?"

"I know," she whispered, nodding against him, "but tonight feels different, right?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"I'm gonna take off my clothes now," she narrated, standing from the bed. She stood in front of him, raised her sweater over her head, and tossed it aside. He stared at her intently as she revealed her bra to him. It was thin, and the lace was transparent. The underwire held everything in place, but the black fabric did little to conceal her breasts. She let him stare for a long moment, and then she unbuttoned her jeans. She slid them down her legs and stepped out of them. Steve licked his lips as he saw her see-through, almost-matching panties. He looked back in her eyes as she sat in his lap. "I may be drunk," she whispered in his ear as she started to unbutton his shirt, "but I know what I want."

Steve wrapped his arms around her and unhooked her bra. "I can't believe that it's me."

She smiled as she slipped her bra straps off her shoulders. As he tossed it to the ground, she placed her hands on his cheeks. "Get used to it, Baby," she cooed, leaning in to kiss him.

"Mmmm…" he moaned. Then he felt her hands on his chest. She pushed him hard and fell back onto his back. "Wahhh!" he exclaimed.

She leaned over him and continued to unbutton his shirt. "God, I'm so wet," she whined loudly.

He smiled up at her excitedly.

"Feel," she instructed, taking his hand and placing it on her womanhood.

He stroked her gently.

"Feel how wet my panties are?" she asked. "Thinking about you gets me so wet."

Steve pushed her back on the bed, and she giggled as she landed. He grabbed her panties quickly and yanked them down her legs. He quickly stripped down to his birthday suit and leaned over her. He leaned close to her face and stared at her. "How long have you been thinking about this tonight?" he asked softly.

She smiled slyly. "Since I went to Victoria's Secret this afternoon," she purred.

Steve's brow furrowed. "You bought something naughty today?" he asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she teased.

"No, Babycakes, I'm seriously asking."

"Yeah," she said, growing confused. "For Christmas."

"Didn't you go to the mall with OGD today?"

"Well," she hesitated, "yeah."

Steve glared at her. "Was he with you in that store?"

"Yeah," she admitted, looking away from his accusing eyes.

"Laura!" Steve exclaimed.

"It wasn't a big deal. He didn't follow me into the dressing room or anything!"

"It is a big deal! You can't go lingerie shopping with people who aren't me!" he squeaked, his voice getting higher as he grew upset.

"I go there with Max all the time!"

"That's different!"

"No, it's not! Max and I are more likely to fall in love than me and OGD," Laura joked. She chuckled slightly, but he didn't laugh. "Oh, c'mon," she complained. "Don't let this ruin our night."

"Did he see what you bought?"

"No," Laura said firmly.

"Was he… creepy while you were there? Do I have to say something to him?"

"No," she said again. "No, Baby, just forget about it. All that matters is that I went out today to buy you a sexy Christmas gift, and I found something that I know you'll like. I was only thinking about you today, Baby," she continued sweetly, "and that's why I'm so wet."

Steve chuckled at the shift of tone at the end of her explanation. "How many times are you gonna say that word?" he smiled uncomfortably.

Laura grinned at him flirtatiously. "Well, that depends. How long 'til I get what I want?"

Steve shook his head at her and ran his right hand down her body. "You are such a bad girl," he scolded.

"Only for you," she whispered as he began to rub her clit. "Mmm," she purred. She reached down to his hand and pushed it slightly lower. "No. Finger me. I need you inside me," she instructed, helping him slide two fingers into her entrance.

"Oh, gosh," he breathed as he really began to understand how ready she was for him. He stroked her insides quickly for a few moments, and then he pulled away. He climbed on top of her and began to slide his tongue down her body, stopping to tickle her belly button.

She pushed him away and sat up. "No, Baby. I can't wait. Just take me," she demanded, getting up on all fours and presenting her backside to him.

"You sure you don't want me to make you… happy first?"

"No," she said firmly. "Take me." She wiggled her booty again and lowered her top half to rest on her elbows, making her butt stick out further.

He guided his member to her entrance and hesitated. Just a few moments ago he had been so sure this was a bad idea.

After OGD had finished his glass of wine, he moved into the office and went to bed. This day had been long enough after having to admit things to Carl he had planned to keep hidden at least until he was heading back home. His plan to not think about it at all in Chicago had failed, so the next logical step seemed to be to at least stop thinking about it tonight. The only way he knew how to do that was to sleep, not that he was sleeping much at all lately.

Just as he settled in and relaxed on the futon, he heard Laura yell out. He sat up, immediately concerned, and then his brain processed what he was really hearing.

"OH, STEEEEEVE!" she cried.

OGD raised his eyebrows at the door beside his makeshift bed. The crack below the door was still glowing. The lights were still bright in their room. He chuckled to himself. He would've thought Steve would only be willing to do that in the dark.

"Oh, Steve! Yes! Yes! Yes! Baby, harder!" she cried.

OGD could hear her panting too. She sounded just as sexy as he had imagined she would, and he had certainly spent some time imagining it since they had met.

He was rudely awakened from that fantasy as Steve changed his pace. Only then could OGD hear something else over Laura's titillating moans. The headboard began to rattle with Steve's powerful thrusts, echoing into the adjoining second bedroom. Then Steve started to grunt.

Steve would grunt. "Unh!"

The headboard would rattle. Squeak.

And Laura would moan. "Ohhh, yeah."

Horrified by the sounds of Steve's nasally voice in pleasure, OGD quickly collapsed to the futon and pulled a pillow over his ear. Though it muffled the sounds, he could still hear it.

"Mmh!"

Squeak.

"Oooooo…"

"HUUUNH!"

SQUEAK.

"Steve…"

OGD shot out of bed. He grabbed the pillow and blanket from the futon and rushed out of the office. He plopped onto the couch and could still hear them, though not as clearly. He turned on the TV.

"Uh, yeah! Uh, yeah! Uh, yeah!" Steve was screeching as OGD pressed firmly on the volume button and slowly drowned them out. When he couldn't hear them anymore, he lay down on the couch and quickly fell asleep. At least he wasn't thinking about his Grandma anymore.

A while later, Steve was teetering on the edge. He had a firm grip on Laura's hips and he was yanking her back into him over and over again. He was biting his lip hard to resist the urge, but she looked and sounded so sexy.

His eyes locked on her booty. He watched it shake and jiggle with his every thrust. He heard his hips slapping against it again and again. Most importantly, he heard her voice. He thought she was normally pretty vocal in bed, but when she was drunk, she sounded like every dirty movie he'd heard through the door back when he used to share a room with Eddie. Back then, he used to run from those sounds, but now, coming out of his wife as he was making love to her, he could finally appreciate it. "Baby…" he groaned. "Laura, Baby Girl, I'm gonna come." His voice hitched on that last word. He was almost there. Almost there. Almost-

"Don't come inside!" she ordered suddenly.

Steve's eyes widened. "Wha-whaaat?" he asked, barely aware enough to follow-up.

"Pull out," she demanded as he continued to thrust into her. "Pull out. Don't come inside me."

"Why not?" he exclaimed, surprised and a little disappointed. That was one of his favorite parts.

"I don't wanna get pregnant," she pouted.

"You're… You're on birth control," he reminded her, resisting his increasing needs.

"Don't come inside me, Baby. Please.," she begged.

Steve didn't stop, but he slowed down his thrusting hips. "Where should I… Unnnnh… Where do you want it?"

Laura wiggled forward out of his grip and forced him out of her. "Come on my booty," she suggested.

Steve was too close to argue. He gripped his member, stroked himself twice, and began to come. "LAURAAAA!" he cried as his body shook and spasmed. He squirted her once on her left butt cheek, then again on her right, then a little on her thigh. Then he got ahold of himself and aimed a little where he had really wanted it to be - between her legs. When he was completely done, he leaned forward, panting heavily. He wanted to collapse on top of her, but he didn't want to land in a pile of his own goo. He collapsed at her side.

She turned her head to meet his eyes as he landed on his pillow beside her. She smiled at him, but she didn't say anything. Her eyes were growing heavy.

He stared at her for a long moment, still breathing like he'd just run a marathon. He reached out to her and placed a hand her butt. He felt his warm, sticky cum on her skin, mixing with her delicious sweat. He moved closer to her and kissed her lips gently. When they broke apart, he cleared his throat. "Lemme get you a towel," he suggested.

"No," she said, grabbing his shoulder before he could sit up. "No. Let's just get some sleep."

Steve's brow furrowed. "But you didn't get to finish."

She shook her head. "No, Baby. It's fine. Don't worry about it. You made me feel soo good, but now I'm soooo tired." She stroked his chest gently.

Steve nodded and took off his glasses. "Ok. Whatever you want, Sweetheart." He moved closer and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her softly and let her nuzzle against him.

"Night, Baby," she whispered.

"Good night, my dear. I love you."

"Love you, too," she slurred.

Steve was left shocked by how quickly she fell asleep.