So I am a tad bit cliché toward the end... Couldn't help it:)

Quenching desire

Steve looked at his watch and then the arrival time on the monitor above the entrance to the airport. He wasn't really sure why he was there, no one had asked him to, he just felt like he had to. Like he should. It had been just over a month since him and Grace had their conversation about their kiss in the parking lot and they last saw each other. The day after she was gone. She'd taken some vacation time and gone back to London without an explanation.

For a while he'd thought it was to get away from him, but then he'd remembered the phone call she'd gotten and declined and the way she tensed up when she saw who the caller was. It didn't necessarily mean that was the reason she took off, but it didn't make him feel as crappy as the thought of it being because of him.

Feeling like she'd been crammed into a small box, Grace rolled her neck for the billionth time trying to loosen up her extremely sore muscles. The loud noise of people talking over each other was giving her a headache so she closed her eyes and tried to block the sound out. As she kept her eyes closed her mind travelled to Steve. She knew taking off without a word was a shitty thing to do, but then again they weren't together so why would he care. Suddenly and an image of his face right after they kissed that night appeared in her head she and she quickly opened her eyes again.

Finally seeing her suitcase, she picked her purse up from the floor, grabbed it of the baggage band and headed for the exit. Manoeuvring past the herd of people, she bumped into someone causing her purse to fall of her shoulder and half of its content to fall out. "Fuck," she hissed and bent down to pick it up and stuff it back into her purse. Having had enough of a crappy day, she didn't care about being polite and pushed past the rest of the people in her way.

As the warm Hawaiian air hit her when she got outside, she instantly regretted the black boots, dark blue denim jeans and black turtleneck she'd put on before leaving London. The fact that the cold, shitty London weather wasn't going to follow her was a thought she'd been too busy and stressed out to have. She took a step to the side, clearing the path for the people behind her and put her stuff down to pull her turtleneck over her head and stuffing it in her already full purse. She picked her belonging up again and started looking for a taxi when her green eyes a set of familiar blue ones.

For a second she held her breath and blinked to make sure she wasn't going crazy and hallucinating. She wasn't. Coming to the conclusion that refusing a ride home from him would be rude, she slowly walked over to the man she'd been dreading to face again since she'd left.

When he saw her trough the sea of people Steve felt something flutter in his stomach, and felt a sense of relief that she was actually back. He watched as she furrowed her brows and walked to the side to take her sweater of with great interest. The way she moved, quick and gracious, made him swallow hard. Again, like many times before, was she wearing a tank top a too tight for comfort. He didn't like the way in accentuated her curves in a way that would make any man stare. And he didn't want any other men to stare at her. He felt a sense of overprotectiveness when it came to that. Something he wasn't used to.

When she finally reached him, he gave him a small smile and she returned the gesture. "What are you doing here?" she asked, already knowing the answer. He raised an eyebrow slightly, but not enough for her to notice. "Max said you were coming back today and thought you might need a ride," he replied with another heart melting smile and reached for her suitcase. She let him take her suitcase and put it in the back of his pickup as she walked to the passenger side and got in. The car smelled of Steve, a musky, earthy yet sweet scent with a hint of what she recognised as gunpowder.

Lost in her own mind and the smell of Steve she didn't notice him get into to the car until the sound of the engine and the faint sound of the radio hit her ears. She quickly gathered herself and leaned into the seat. Even though the aircondition was on, causing goosebumps to run up her arms, she still felt like the temperature kept rising. Not wanting to let on that she was both hot and bothered, she pulled a hair tie of her wrist and pulled her hair up in a ponytail.

As she put her hair in up, Steve took the opportunity to look at her without her knowing. She looked the same as she had the last time he saw her and yet completely different. Her complexion was fairer, probably due to the lack of sun in London during her time there, and she looked tired. He could see it in her eyes, something had happened in London that had drained her eyes of their usual spark.

Deciding he'd had enough of the silence between them, he turned the radio completely off and turned slightly to look at her while at a red light. "How was London?" he asked, trying to make his tone as inconspicuous as possible. She turned to face him and shrugged her shoulders, "London was London. Cold and wet as it usually is this time of year." She replied, keeping her face completely emotionless, not wanting him to see how bad things really were back home. "Did you spend time with your family?" At the mention of her family, keeping her face neutral became harder. "Some. I spent most of my time at the Prescott centre and testifying in court."

Surprised that she spent time working on what she'd told Max was a vacation, Steve felt the need to dig deeper. He knew he probably shouldn't, but for the first time in his life his curiosity got the best of him. "You took a month vacation to work?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. Knowing what he was doing and that her next answer would tell him something even if she didn't give him a proper answer, Grace turned to look straight ahead and pointed to the traffic light. "The lights green," was all she said and Steve understood that he wasn't going to get anything else out of her.

As the minutes went by, the uncomfort Grace was feeling grew and every time she sensed Steve move beside her and she took a quick glance at him it got harder and harder to breath. The image of Steve before and after they kissed ran through her head and the feelings that had rushed through her body when he ran his hands over her back made a shiver run down her spine. Throughout the past four weeks, she had woken up several times in the middle of the night dreaming about Steve, and now, being near him her emotions were running on fumes and she started feeling dizzy.

Noticing Grace giving him several quick glances made Steve feel uncomfortable. Not necessarily in a bad way, but in a way he hadn't felt before. Every time she moved in her seat he fought the urge to look at her. He had never felt this little control over himself and his actions around a woman before and it made him hold his breath from time to time as it scared him to death. He'd never liked not being in complete control and would normally avoid situations where he wasn't, but when it came to Grace he couldn't seem to keep away. No matter how hard he tried.

As the lingering smell of Steve, the continuous flashbacks running through her head and the enormous need to move closer to him didn't stop, Grace started feeling lightheaded and panic rising. "Pull over," she said as calmly as possible. "What?" Steve asked confused. Taking a sharp breath, she looked at him, slight panic showing in her eyes, "pull over, please."

He did as she asked and the second he stopped the car she practically ran out of the car and over to some of the trees, leaning against them. Worried something was really wrong, he got out of the car and walked over to her with a worried look on his face. She looked up at him as he reached her and damned herself for letting her body and emotions take control over her normally rational thoughts. "Are you ok?" he asked cautiously.

Standing up straight and looking right at him, she decided to tell the truth.

"No, I'm not. I haven't been ever since we kissed one and a half month ago. That day just keeps running through my mind all the time and it's driving me insane. I don't know what to do, this has never happened before and I'm really not used to not being on control of my own mind which isn't really helping on the driving me insane part. And I know avoiding you for two weeks and then taking off for a month after talking about it was a shitty move, but I had some stuff to take of at home and I figured it was a good opportunity to take my mind of it, but the distance only made it worse. And now it seems I can't even be in the same car as you without my brain going into overdrive and every rational fibre in my body disappear." Her normally faded accent was now back with a vengeance as she blurted out everything she'd been trying to keep to herself.

Blown away by her statement, Steve couldn't do anything but stare at her. As she met his now almost dark blue eyes, she saw everything she was feeling and a jolt of electricity ran through her body. Not again! she thought to herself as her body took over and her legs closed the distance between them. Crossing her arms behind his neck she pulled his lips to hers and as the met all the pent up tension that had been building since their first kiss left her body.

He responded to the kiss immediately, putting his hands on her waist and pulling her closer. Unlike the last time, Grace didn't bother fight him for control and gave in to him. She bent her neck a few more inched to give him better access as he brushed his tongue over her bottom lip. She opened her lips slightly, her insides turning into mush and as she bit his bottom lip gently he let out a groan and pulled her even closer.

Every rational thought she'd been unable to listen to suddenly came crashing down and she pushed herself away from Steve quickly and with a lot more force than she had meant to. Both of them with a bewildered look on their faces, had to take a deep breath to try and control the urge they had to basically rip each other's clothes of.

"This has to stop. We can't keep doing this." Grace said, gesturing between them. "I know," Steve replied, feeling his pants tighten around a certain area. "It's not like we'd ever work anyways. We're to different and either of us are looking for a relationship and I don't know about you but I'm not really into the whole casual thing." She continued, not sure who she was trying to convince. "You're right, we are to different. And mixing business with pleasure never works."

Convinced they were now done giving in to their attraction to each other, something they both thought would fade with time, they got back into the car and continued the ride to Grace's house.

As Steve parked his Silverado in Grace's driveway, she turned to look at him for what she was sure had to be the 20th time since they left the airport. "Thank you for the ride," she said with a smile. "No problem," he smiled back and got out of the car to get her suitcase. Her carried it to her door and after she unlocked the front door her placed it just over the threshold.

Not wanting things to be awkward she decided to offer him something to drink as a token of her appreciation. "Do you want a beer?"

Pleasantly surprised by her question he said yes and followed through her living room and into the kitchen. She grabbed two beers out of the fridge and hand him one. She leaned into the island in the middle of her kitchen and he leaned on the counter directly opposite her.

They drank their beers in silence and Grace couldn't help but admire the beautiful man standing in front of her. She couldn't help but think that if she'd not been working as close with him as she was and if he was more emotionally available; he didn't seem like someone who really spoke about his feelings and stated what he wanted when it came to relationships, they might've worked. Sure it would have been a long shot, but with him she would have been willing to try.

Suddenly realising how many good things she'd already given up due to her reasonable, logical and cautious mind, she decided to once again say screw it and go all in. She gently puts her beer down and takes her time closing the small gap between them, not wanting to scare him off with the barging over she'd done earlier.

Noticing Grace taking small steps towards him, Steve puts his beer down and stands up straight, letting her come to him at her own pace. Standing chest to chest, Steve finally realised how much shorter than him she was without her heels on, something he hadn't earlier because he'd been too busy trying not to stare.

Before looking up to meet his eyes, she ran her hands from his pecs and down his muscular chest until she reached his waist and snaked her hands around him so they were resting on his lower back. As their eyes met, Steve raised one hand to her cheek and the other to her waist. In unison they closed the gap between them and compared to the other times they'd kissed this one wasn't as frantic and aggressive. It was gentle and soft, but yet passionate.

Wanting to get as close to each other as possible, she folded her fingers between his neck as he put his hands under her ass and hoisted her up so she could lock her legs around his waist. He pushed against the counter and slowly walked into the living room as Grace used the advantage of him carrying her to let her hands roam and explore his muscular back. Finding it hard to put one foot in front of the other with Grace running her hands all over him, he gave up on trying to figure out where the bedroom was and walked over to the couch instead.

He gently laid her down on the couch and she arched her back in invitation. Laying on top of her, he ran his hand up her leg, from right under her knee all the way up her thigh until he reached the hem of her top and slid his fingers underneath it. The feeling of his calloused hands on her silky smooth skin caused a shiver to run through Grace's body.

He released her mouth to pull her shirt off and took a second to fully take in the beautiful sight in front of him before kissing a trail from the top of her cleavage to the arch of her neck.

Grace shuddered as he kissed her sweet spot right under her right ear, amazed at how well he seemed to know her body. No longer content with herself being the only one without her shirt on, she pulled at the hem of his shirt signalling she wanted it off. He stopped what he was doing to her neck to pull his t-shirt over his head.

He was quick to latch his lips on to hers again, the kiss no longer gentle and soft. Feeling like her body was on fire, Grace let her hands explore every part of his shirtless chest and back causing a deep moan to erupt in the back of his throat. He pulled both the straps of her bra down her shoulders, before dragging his hands to her lace covered breasts and running a finger along the curve of her cleavage.

Feeling the outline of Steve's erection, a sultry moan left Grace and she arched her back once again, her entire body electrified. As much as Steve enjoyed foreplay, he felt a need to have Grace naked he'd never felt with anyone before. He ran his hands down her stomach all the way down to the hem of her jeans and in one swift move both the button and the zipper was undone. Breaking the kiss to help Steve pull her pants of, Grace lifted her butt slightly and pushed jeans down to her knees before Steve pulled them down the rest of the way and threw them over him back.

Craving her lips on his again he laid down on her again, his pants getting tighter over his crotch for every second that passed. He let his fingers play with the hem of her panties before slowly dipping them underneath the soft fabric. The way her body reacted when he touched her combined with the heat and wetness showed him just how much she wanted this.

Slowly losing her mind due to his slow torture, Grace pulled her lips from his for long enough to get two words out, "pants, now!" Steve obeyed her command and did just as quick work on his pants as he did hers. Steve in nothing but his underwear, his hair messy and his breathing heavy was without a doubt the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

Wanting to feel his skin on hers again, she grabbed one of his hands and pulled him back down to her. Steve had known since the first time he laid eyes on her that Grace would be trouble, but that she would have this much of a hold on him so quickly was something he'd never expected. And in a weird way he liked it. He also liked the feel of her soft skin brushing against his.

Letting his hands roam up her entire body; from her ankles, over her hips, along her waist all the way up to her neck, he brought one hand to her cheek again and the another right under her ass. Feeling like was in heaven, Grace brought her fingers to his waist and let one hand play with the hem of it while the other slowly dragged over his crotch.

Pulling on his boxers, Elton John suddenly started playing in the background and if it hadn't been for the position she was in she would have started to cry. "You got to be fucking kidding me!" she hissed, but decided to ignore it and started trailing kisses along Steve's jawline.

Don't go breaking my heart finally stopped playing, and Grace smiled against Steve's jaw as he continued the trail of kisses. Once again pulling on his boxers, her phone started ringing again and she threw her head back in frustration.

"Maybe you should answer it. Could be important." Steve said, knowing it was the only way to get the ringing to stop. Not really wanting to leave the very comfortable position, she let out a angry groan before sliding out from underneath Steve and going for her phone.

"Yeah?" she said into the phone, clearly pissed off. As she took in the information the person on the other side was giving her, Steve could see she wasn't very happy with it. "Yeah, ok." She mumbled and ended the call.

Looking over at Steve who was sitting on the couch, clearly not happy with their moment being ruined, Grace bit her lower lip. The almost naked man sitting in front of her was the most beautiful human being she'd ever laid eyes on and now she would have to leave him without even finishing what they started.

"Work?" he asked, breaking the silence and looking into her eyes. Too pissed off to even answer she just nodded as a response. Knowing that if he looked at her in her underwear a minute longer she wouldn't get to work, he started picking up her clothes from the floor and walked over to hand them to her.

He bent down and kissed her just as passionately as they had before, giving her ass a light squeeze, turning her legs into jelly "To be continued."

A/N: I am so sorry for the late update. My computer decided to die on me again and this time it stayed dead. I had to buy a new and and send the old one to the manufacturer so they could try and extract all my photos and files, which took longer that I originally thought it would. But I finally got all the files back on a backup hard drive today and I got to finish this chapter, which wasn't supposed to so long originally, but since it took so long for an update I decided to make it longer.

Now that I have a new and superfast computer, updating will be easier. Definitely doing two updates a week, no matter how much work I have.

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Hope you liked the chapter and stay tuned for more exciting moments between Grace and Steve!

XOXO
Hannah