Cecilia didn't know how much she had drunk that evening. She had practically downed the bottle of wine Jimmy had returned from the restaurant with. But then he had pulled out a bottle of scotch and two tumblers and they had started to drink that. Cecilia remained sat at one end of the sofa, her legs pulled up to her chest while Jimmy sat the other end, his legs spread as he rested his hands holding his drink in between them.

Closing her eyes, Cecilia swore that she felt the room begin to spin as Jimmy turned his gaze onto her, his eyes sweeping over her facial features as she placed the glass to her lips and drank again. It took another couple of moments before Jimmy spoke, his voice low and gravelly as per usual.

"Martin was an idiot," he said and Cecilia opened her eyes, moving over to look to Jimmy as she sipped on the scotch once again. "To cheat on you was stupid."

"Maybe you could have a word with him and let him know," she jested with him, rolling her eyes for a moment as Jimmy shook his head.

"I'm serious," he said and Cecilia realised it was rare when Jimmy was serious. He prided himself on being able to rely on his humour. "Martin was an idiot. I don't know why he would cheat on you with the boring housewife."

"Because Martin always wanted the boring housewife," Cecilia responded, shrugging her shoulders over to him as she leant forwards for the bottle of scotch, pouring some more into her glass. She downed the drink once more and then turned back to Jimmy. "He wanted the good little wife who was at home to cook his dinner whenever he got back from a long day. He wanted the dutiful housewife and I wasn't it. I was the wife he wanted when he was in his twenties…young…free…not the wife he wants now that he's back home in his thirties and just wants dinner and routine sex."

Jimmy remained mute then before he looked down to his lap and Cecilia scoffed, shaking her head as she stood up, moving around the office, pacing up and down before turning on her heel back and forth.

"Sorry," she said to him. "I'm being a moaning bitch."

"No, you're not," he responded to her, his voice full of honesty as he saw her begin to turn and miss her footing. She struggled to catch her balance as Jimmy stood up, his hands going to grab hold of her waist to steady her. He moved his hands around her thin midriff, his fingers crumpling up the blouse she wore as he let them rest in the small of her back.

Still feeling drunk, Cecilia let her hands run up Jimmy's shoulders, holding them loosely. Looking into her eyes, Jimmy wondered what was happening. He was not immune to women. Of course he wasn't. He liked to pretend that he was a Lothario and he could read women. Clearly he couldn't read Cecilia. Instead of moving closer to her, he found himself caught off guard as her forehead dropped against his chest and she was suddenly crying.

Jimmy blinked profusely as she let the tears run down her face, her body shaking as Jimmy kept his arms around her and her hands slid down to grab hold of the lapels of his suit jacket. Jimmy remained stood upright and stiff, rolling his eyes at himself. How foolish could he have been? Why would he think she wanted to kiss him? He felt like an idiot. Instead he remained stood on the spot, holding onto Cecilia.

"Why?" Cecilia sobbed. "Why did he do it? With her…with Marnie Goldsmith…why?"

Jimmy sighed and knew what he had to do. Comforting Cecilia was not something he had done before. Every time he saw her she was strong. She was always strong and able to control herself. But tonight was different. Tonight she was letting go. She was letting her emotions rule her. Jimmy suspected it might be healthy for her. He had always seen her in control.

"Because he's an arsehole who doesn't know a good thing when he has it," Jimmy promised her in a whisper as her grip on his suit jacket seemed to increase. "You can do so much better than that dickweed. Believe me, Cecilia, you will do better."

It took a moment before she managed to stop herself from sobbing and she looked upwards, her eyes meeting Jimmy's as she searched his gaze. Jimmy could see her eyes move down and over his face, falling onto his lips. Her eyes were still tear stained as she moved up; her body sliding deliciously up his, the warmth radiating from her body.

"No," Jimmy said, managing to back his head away from her. "Cecilia, you'll regret it."

Minutes ago he had been willing to kiss her. He had been willing to press his lips to hers, but now he couldn't do it. He couldn't take advantage.

"Then let me regret it," Cecilia said to him, her voice husky as she tugged at his tie. "Jimmy…"

The way that she said his name was enough to make him feel reluctant to move away. She said nothing for a few moments before she dared to move again, but Jimmy turned his head to the side, letting her lips press against his cheek as Jimmy moved his hands to her shoulders.

"Cecilia, you're drunk," he informed her. "You're upset. I'm not going to take advantage of you like this."

"I know what I'm doing," she informed him, but her words were slightly slurred. "Unless you don't want me? Is that it? You don't want me?"

"Cecilia-"

"-So no one wants me?" Cecilia demanded, her voice rising as Jimmy shook his head, longing to tell her that wasn't it. Right now he wouldn't mind being with her, but he knew her. He knew that she might regret it eventually. "Martin was right…"

"It's not that," Jimmy promised her in a low voice, his hands going to hold her cheeks tenderly, his thumbs brushing her hair behind her ears. "Cecilia, it's not that."

Her eyes widened. "So you do want me?"

Jimmy looked away then, wondering what the hell he did want. The pair of them had always just been friends. They had just been close and friendly. There had never been any romantic tendencies there. Jimmy had often let his eyes wander over her, appreciating her like he did many other women. That didn't mean that he wanted a relationship with her. But, at the same time, she wasn't the only one who felt lonely.

"Do you want me?" Jimmy turned the tables on her and watched her face seem to falter for a moment.

It took her a moment before she thought about his question and answered him; "I asked you first."

"And I'm asking you now," Jimmy responded and Cecilia gulped, almost feeling as though she was sobering herself up by conversing with him. He said nothing for a few moments, but he was taken off guard when he felt Cecilia tug at his jacket, her fingers slipping underneath it as she slipped it from him.

"I want you right now," she finally answered him. "And I know what I'm doing."

Jimmy was about to argue with her, but he had no time. He felt her move and press her lips against his, the motion shocking him. He didn't move for a moment as she worked her lips against his, her hands helping him shrug out of his jacket as it fell to the floor. Soon enough, Jimmy responded, unable to stop himself from enjoying the feeling of her lips as he moved with haste, his own hands moving to her hair and holding it tightly.

He suspected they would have a lot to discuss in the morning.

…

Cecilia's head was pounding as she opened her eyes. She couldn't see the sun with thanks to there being no windows in Jimmy's office. She peeled her eyes open slowly, her hand going to her forehead as she rolled onto her back. Somehow she had found herself on Jimmy's pull out sofa bed, her head resting on a pillow. The weight of an arm over her waist was enough to make her roll her head to the side, looking over to the man next to her.

She knew exactly what they had done the previous evening and she had no regrets about it. She had quite enjoyed it, truly. Jimmy had managed to tug the bed from the sofa before the two of them collapsed onto it, a pile of sweaty limbs and sloppy kisses.

Looking down, Cecilia saw that her body was covered in a thin white sheet, but she was still quite chilly. That was ironic considering how warm Albuquerque always was. She moved her hand to Jimmy's arm, peeling it from her as she sat up, tugging the sheet with her against her chest.

"Ce?" Jimmy's voice dragged her out of the daze she had been in as she turned her head over her shoulder to see him, his hand moving up and down her bare back. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah," Cecilia said with a nod of her head. "I just need to use the bathroom."

"Down the hall to the right," Jimmy informed her, watching as she reached for her pencil skirt and slipped into it, grabbing her blouse and pulling it on, forgetting her bra.

Jimmy did his best not to look at her discarded underwear that laid on the ground as she slipped off in sight of the bathroom. Jimmy sat up, resting against the cushions of the sofa as he waited for her to return. She came back and Jimmy was about to tell her that the sheer blouse did nothing to help conceal her form, but he had no chance as she slipped back into the bed, laying down and tugging the sheet back up her body.

"Do you regret it?" Jimmy decided to ask and she shook her head.

"No," she said to him. "Do you?"

"Not really," Jimmy replied. "I was more just wondering if this was going to be a one time thing or if it means more?"

Cecilia gulped then, moving to sit up and look over to Jimmy, her hands going to pull at her hair, tugging it behind her shoulders as she noticed his gaze move down to her chest.

"Why does it have to mean anything?" she wondered of him and Jimmy arched a brow in her direction. "Why can we not just enjoy doing this? Does there have to be a definition for this?"

"You're happy for it to be like that?" he asked of her and she nodded her head, leaning forwards to kiss him once more as he moved to take hold of her hands.

"For the time being, yes," Cecilia assured him. "So long as you are?"

Jimmy didn't know if he was happy. He didn't know entirely what had happened or what he wanted. Instead he kept silent, nodding his head as he let his fingers work on her blouse once more, knowing that he was in danger of getting in too deep.

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A/N: Do let me know what you think!