A/N: Ok everyone! We're at the gala and things are about to heat up a bit! We're heading into justified M-rating territory. You've been warned. Thank you to everyone who is reading this story. I'd love to know what you're thinking about it so far so please review. Thank you to those who have, I'm really happy that you seem to be enjoying this little story. And shout out to my lovely and talented beta, pattychase! You are awesome! I hope you all enjoy this chap! :)

This is not a date, Angela told herself as she fixed her lipstick in the low lamplight of the restroom mirror. She blotted her lips on a napkin leaving the red outline of a kiss. Not a date. She steadied a hand on the sink and took a deep breath. That third glass of wine had gone straight to her head. She shook her hands through her hair and adjusted her silver shimmer of a dress. The floor-length halter neck gown clung perfectly to her figure. It dipped low in the back and though it exposed a generous amount of cleavage, it was still tasteful. If only Rickie could see her now. He'd be so proud.

"Ordered you another," said Jordan, passing her a full glass of red as she joined him at the bar.

"Thanks," she said, their fingertips touching as she accepted his offering.

The wine slid down her throat like nectar, warming her all the way down to her toes. It was honestly too good. Everything about this place was too good. From the diamond-like chandeliers to the chicken she'd been served that would've made her father cry. Not to mention the crick she was developing in her neck from all her celebrity spotting.

And Jordan didn't look out of place one bit. The boy who'd wanted to wear jeans to their prom now stood in a sleek tuxedo, his stubble shaved back to black-tie standards without losing his rogue-like edge, sipping his scotch like he was fucking James Bond.

Was this how he lived now?

His fingers circled her wrist as he leant in bringing with him the sandalwood scent of his soap and a hint of scotch on his breath.

"That dress is insane," he whispered in her ear, that bare-edge of stubble grazing her skin. A thousand goose bumps blossomed, and her breathing picked up. She suddenly felt dizzy.

"Oh my god!" Angela swatted Jordan on the chest. "That's Leonardo DiCaprio!"

Jordan followed her gaze to where a tall man with golden blonde hair was handing a gorgeous woman her drink.

Jordan finished his drink. "Ange, that guy's a waiter."

"What? No!" True he was dressed in the same black suit and tie as the catering staff but that didn't mean…

Angela craned her head while Jordan smirked and rolled his eyes. She teetered back on her heels trying to see over the bar and collided with a waiter rushing past behind her. Plates full of leftovers and a serving bowl half-filled with shrimp marinara sauce and linguini flew into the air. The waiter hit the ground hard and pulled Angela down with him. The plates and sauce crashed over them.

She was covered in it. Bits of shrimp and linguine stuck to her skin and sauce dripped into her hair and all over her dress.

"Holy shit!" Jordan exclaimed, helping her to her feet. "You ok?"

Angela raised her eyebrows as if to say, what do you think?

The waiter apologized profusely and was then joined by more apologizing wait-staff and someone she guessed was the hotel manager.

Angela accepted a wad of napkins from Jordan and wiped at her dress. "Don't worry about it really," she told them as they buzzed around her.

Jordan bit back a laugh and picked a piece of shrimp out of her hair.

"Urgh…" She looked at the shrimp caught between his fingers then back down at her dress. "God, this is gross. I need to go home and change." She continued wiping at the sauce only making a bigger mess.

He smiled. "Well, lucky for you I have a room upstairs and clothes that you can borrow,"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Oh yeah, I'm so lucky."

Jordan laughed and guided his red-sauce covered date towards the exit, his hand on the small of her back. Despite completely dying of humiliation as she threaded through the star-studded gala, Angela was acutely aware of the slow caress of his thumb against her skin.

"Hey man," someone said as they neared the doors. "I love your band!"

Angela swallowed. That voice. She knew that voice. That voice that had shook in the cold Atlantic Ocean as it made Rose promise to never let go.

"Uh…thanks," Jordan said, smiling at Leonardo goddam DiCaprio. If she weren't so covered in sauce, she'd definitely be rubbing it in Jordan's face right now. She knew it was him.

Leo looked at Angela, his eyes wide. "Whoa, what happened?"

Her mouth gaped opened as she stared at him. "Um…"

Jordan cleared his throat. "There was a slight accident."

Leo sipped his drink and gave Angela a slow, appraising look. Angela's cheeks flushed as red as the sauce that covered her.

"Hmmm," he said to himself, "I wouldn't mind being that marina sauce." Leo smiled his dazzling smile and his blue eyes sparkled.

God, how many times had she made Jordan watch Titanic? How many times had she fantasized about meeting him? And now…

Angela continued to stare mutely at him.

"Well, you guys have yourselves a good night." He smiled then leaned in close to Jordan's ear and whispered, "You got yourself a real nice meal there, man." He gave Jordan a friendly slap on the back, then pulled back and raised his glass in a cheer. Then he was gone.

"Oh my god! That was so embarrassing!" Angela said when they were safely in the elevator.

Jordan couldn't contain his laughter. "Seriously, the look on your face when you saw him." He grinned and shook his head. "You couldn't even form a fucken sentence. Still holding that torch for DiCaprio then?" He put a hand over his heart. "Oh, he died for her…oh, it's so romantic."

"Shut up!"

Jordan leaned in and swiped away some sauce under her eye. "You know, I think he was into you. Who knew Leo had a food thing?" he teased.

"God! Shut up!" Angela laughed and shoved him away.

"Seriously though, do you want me to go back there and get him?" Jordan playfully bumped her shoulder with his as he grinned at her.

"Oh wow." Angela wiped a tear of laughter from her eye. "We are never speaking about this again."

Jordan pressed his lips together as he looked at her, but it all bubbled back up and they both burst out into laughter.

"Jesus, you're, like, really covered in it!" Jordan shook his head as he took in the sight of her.

"I know. Ugh...think I definitely need to take a shower, it's like, all sticky, and it's in my hair too," Angela whined as she pulled a piece of linguine out of her locks.

Jordan smiled. "Don't worry, I gotcha covered. My room has a shower too."

"Oh, my hero," she said sarcastically.

Jordan leaned against the wall of the elevator across from her and watched as she sighed and wiped at her dress. Red sauce was through her hair, over her face and smeared down her throat and over her chest. Jordan licked his lips.

Angela looked up and met his eyes. "What?"

His blue eyes darkened. "Nothin'," he said, his voice low and husky.

Angela finished towel-drying her hair in the bathroom and pulled on Jordan's soft-grey T-shirt. Without completely meaning to she pressed her nose to her shoulder and inhaled deeply. His scent wove its way through her brain and nostalgia flooded her body. A thousand days of his touch and taste all so long ago and yet so close at the same time. She closed her eyes and took a steadying breath, slowly making her way out of the sea of memories.

Jordan sat on the couch watching TV. He'd changed into a T-shirt and pajama bottoms. She smiled to herself, not surprised, Jordan had always hated dressing up.

He looked up and smiled, flicking off the TV. "Better?"

"Yeah," she pulled her damp hair over her shoulder and sat down beside him, "much better." She turned to face him and tucked her legs underneath her, sighing as she rested her head on the back of the couch. She felt relaxed and hazy, most likely a combination from the shower and the amount of wine she'd consumed. She didn't usually drink that much.

She shifted her position causing some of her hair to fall over her face. Jordan brushed her hair away, his knuckles grazing over her cheek. He'd done it without even thinking.

Angela froze, her skin tingling where he'd touched her. She sucked a breath in as her eyes met his. God, the way he was looking at her…

Her heart fluttered unbidden in her chest. She still had to tell him about Jay. She should tell him now. Before it was too late. Before something happened that they couldn't take back. She exhaled a shaky breath.

"Jordan—"

"You know," Jordan leaned closer to her, playing with the hem of her shirt, "I like you better in this than that dress."

Before she could react, Jordan's lips crashed down on hers. His arms wrapped around her pulling her flush against him. His kiss was so pure with want and need that it took her breath away. His heart drummed out a runaway beat under her hand. He was all heat and his delicious scent. The room around her dropped away. This wasn't what she wanted but in so many ways it was exactly what she wanted. Needed. Being with Jordan had always felt so natural. And her body remembered even if her mind hadn't let her. The heat of Jordan's mouth, his hands, his body, burned against her until she caught fire.

She moaned and melted against him.

Jordan groaned and deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing past her lips to caress hers, his hands cupping her face. His taste exploded on her tongue. Traces of scotch mingled with his sweetness. He tasted incredible. Nobody kissed her like Jordan did. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in the back of his hair. Far away, alarm bells were ringing. She knew this wasn't a good idea, she knew she should be pushing him away. Instead, she was pulling him closer.

One of his hands slid to the back of her hair tangling in her locks, the other, now on her hip, guided her on top of him. She straddled his lap and the evidence of his desire pressed against her thigh. He was already so hard, so ready. She moved her hips against him, and he groaned against her mouth. His hands slid underneath her shirt tracing her back, her waist, her stomach, burning a trail across her skin. He palmed her bare breasts eliciting a throaty moan from them both.

She arched against his touch, and he broke the kiss, his lips ghosting across her jaw to her neck, tongue swirling against her skin. "Jordan," she moaned, her hands fisting his shirt. He growled low in his throat and kissed her hard, his tongue plunging into her mouth, taking what he wanted. His hands slid to her hips, firmly grasping and in one fluid motion, they were upright. Her legs wrapped around him and with their mouths still fused together, he walked them to the bedroom. The ease and strength of the movement was impressive. He kicked the bedroom door closed behind them and suddenly they were on his bed.

A frenzy of tangled limbs, ragged breaths, hungry hands, and even hungrier mouths. They undressed each other, articles of clothing coming off with record speed until they lay naked. Jordan stared at her. She was all curves, long limbs and smooth creamy skin. Her body was more filled out, her hips and breasts more rounded, her stomach soft under his hand.

"You're so fucken beautiful," he whispered as his hands slid over her parted thighs and glided up her sides before cupping her breasts. He covered her body with his and took her mouth in a deep and lingering kiss. Breaking the kiss, he planted a trail of wet kisses down her neck, to the valley of her breasts as his hands palmed and squeezed them firmly. So soft, she filled his hands perfectly and she tasted so good. He kissed all around one lush mound then the other before swirling his tongue over her nipple and closing his mouth around it and sucking hard. The sounds she made were better than any songs he could've written.

He reached down between them and moaned when he felt how slick with desire she was. He teased her entrance with his fingers, taking his time until she was murmuring little pleading cries and trying to direct his fingers where she wanted them. Smiling against her throat, he plunged two fingers inside her. She cried out and moved her hips against his touch. Jordan groaned. She was driving him fucken crazy. He curled his fingers and continued to stroke them in and out, applying pressure to that spot he knew drove her crazy. He kept up his rhythm adding his thumb to the mix. He could tell she was close: her moans growing louder and her movements becoming more frenzied. His name was a gasp in her mouth as she came apart. Jordan felt her contracting around his fingers, her body shuddering, but he kept going, gentling his touch, letting her ride out her high. He stopped when her body had completely stilled, withdrew his fingers and with his eyes on hers licked them clean.

"You taste so fucken good," he said before draping his body over hers and kissing her deeply, pushing his tongue past her lips, making her taste herself.

Angela reached down and wrapped her hand around him. He groaned as she stroked him up and down, swiping her thumb over his sensitive tip, touching him exactly the way he liked it.

He broke the kiss and reached for his wallet on the nightstand beside them, removing the condom inside it. He tore the wrapper open and quickly sheathed himself, his eyes never leaving hers. He settled between her legs and propped himself up on his elbows. He cupped her face, his thumbs caressing her skin as he whispered her name.

With their eyes locked he entered her, filling her in one fluid motion. He groaned and she cried out. He remained still, both to allow her to adjust and for him to regain control. He'd dreamt about this for so long and now that it was actually happening…he'd almost lost it. She was so warm around him, gripping him perfectly. She traced his back with her hands and arched her hips against him, telling him it was ok to continue. He exhaled shakily and kissed her, his tongue taking her mouth in hungry strokes. He started moving, setting a delicious pace and rhythm. Slower at first but as she moaned his name and wrapped her legs around him, his movements became more forceful, and he drove into her over and over again. Faster. Harder. Deeper.

He'd been with so many women after her, but none of them had ever come close. None of them compared. Being inside her felt even more amazing than he remembered. It felt better than anything. It was like she was made for him. God, she was like a fucken drug. One taste of her and he was once again completely and utterly hooked. The way she clung to him like she never wanted to let him go, the way her body opened, yielded to him and all the beautiful sounds coming out of her mouth. The way she moaned his name. Fuck. He was completely gone.

He felt the familiar coiling in his stomach, like a tightly wound spring about to unravel. He bit the inside of his cheek. He wasn't gonna last much longer, but he needed to make her come apart first. He slid his arm under her waist, tilting her hips up and rocked his hips against hers in a circular motion. Angela gasped, her fingernails raking his back. He kept up his rhythm, his body tensing as he tried to desperately hold on. Suddenly her body seized up, and she shook underneath him. He felt her pulsing around him as she cried out his name. Her name fell from his lips before he covered her mouth in a fierce kiss as his own release claimed him.

Angela sighed as Jordan pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. He pulled out of her and disposed of the condom. Within seconds he was back, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her neck, breathing her in. She closed her eyes, feeling blissed out and exhausted. He felt her drift, boneless and content into sleep as he held her close.

Angela was dreaming. She dreamt of a beautiful blue-eyed boy she'd never left and a life of shared laughter and kisses. She dreamt her son knew his father. Somewhere in there she caught whispers of her name and warm touches over her cool skin.

"I've missed you so fucken much, Ange." She'd know that lazy voice anywhere. She sunk into the heat of him. His smell, his feel, his words. It was all home to her. She moaned as his hand cupped her breast and his tongue swirled over her neck. "Angela, god, I want you…all this time, I've never stopped wanting you. I know we have shit we need to deal with but, fuck, I want this—us—I want it to work."

Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked a few times as her vision focused. Then reality collapsed on her like a building. She wasn't dreaming. She was in Jordan's hotel room, in his bed and they'd made love. The red glow of the bedside clock told her it was 5:16 am.

I want this. I want us.

No, no, no, she shouldn't have done this! Her breathing picked up and her heart hammered in her chest. Not only had she not told him about Jay, but she'd slept with him. She'd slept with him when she was seeing Brian. Sure, they weren't exclusive but she wasn't stupid, she knew that was what Brian wanted. This would kill Brian. She'd slept with him even after what he'd done and what had made her leave him. Her heart sank and her stomach clenched. What was wrong with her?

Jordan nudged her towards him, turning her around to face him. He gazed at her, his expression soft, his eyes tender.

"I mean it," he whispered as he caressed her cheek. She opened her mouth to speak but he kissed her before any words came out. The softness of his kiss killed her. So open and full of love. But he wouldn't be when she told him what she had to say. She was an awful person.

She pushed him away and sat up, clutching the blanket to her. Her breath came out in short puffs.

"Hey." Jordan tried to pull her close to him. "What's wrong?"

"Jordan, I…I can't…I shouldn't have…we shouldn't have…Oh god, I have to go." She found his gray shirt on the bed and pulled it on. He grabbed her before she could get out of the bed.

"Angela, look at me."

The confusion and concern she saw on his face only made her feel worse. Her vision blurred with tears, and she pulled her arm out of his hold. She found her underwear and slipped it on.

"I have to go, Jordan. I'm sorry." She picked his jogging pants up from the floor and put them on.

Jordan took her by the arms and spun her around. "What the hell is going on, Ange?!"

Angela took a deep breath. "I made a mistake. I shouldn't have done that….it was wrong and—"

His grip on her tightened. "Why was it wrong? I know you felt that too…I know it meant something and I think—" He tried pulling her close, but she pushed him away.

She had to tell him. She had to tell him right now. Not only about Jay but now she had to tell him about Brian too. She wanted to reverse time and do it all again. Tell him that first morning when he'd dropped her off in the cab. Tell him when she'd peed on that stick, and it had turned blue.

She took a breath and picked the lesser of two evils.

"Jordan, I'm seeing someone."

He recoiled back like she'd struck him and released his hold on her. Disbelief and hurt flashed across his face. He scrubbed a hand over his eyes and exhaled sharply.

"What the fuck, Ange? You're seeing someone?!" He crossed his arms and scowled at her; his eyes narrowed. "You're with someone and you slept with me?!"

She wanted to take it back. She wanted for it to be untrue. But it wasn't and she couldn't.

Jordan huffed a breath out and ran a hand through his hair. "Who is it?"

Angela shook her head. "It doesn't matter. I—I have to go."

Jordan's whole body, which had been so soft and open only moments ago, was now pulled tight with tension. All that life and love had fallen from his face and he looked at her with cold eyes.

"So go."

God, the way he'd said it and the way he was looking at her. It was like they were back at the house on Cloverdale all over again.

Angela left.

She pressed her forehead to the cold metal wall of the elevator. Shit! Shit! Shit! What the hell is wrong with me? She exhaled shakily and took out her phone to call a cab. Her heart clenched. Brian had sent her a text.

Hey Chase. You've been runnin' round in my head all day. Missing you like those deserts miss the damn rain.

She pressed a hand to her mouth as hot tears pricked her eyes.

What had she done?

A/N: Ok, so? Any thoughts? Was it too much? Not enough? Were you surprised? Or not at all? Whad'ya all think? Ack! Poor Brian. His text at the end is from the song "Missing" by Everything But the Girl.