A/N: A jealous Katie is a sight not often seen in most of the stuff I write so I thought I'd give it a spin ;) Plus, after a sad chapter I want to pick you guys up lol. I hope you enjoy xx Mariah

Ages:

Ned — 23
Brandon — 21
Katie — 20
Hannah — 20

After a particularly good day, Ned and Katie decided to go out mainly for the reason being that they rarely do. But after class, Hannah had suggested going out for a few drinks and Katie never passed up a chance to have fun and careless memories with her best friend when she could make time for it.

She just had a tight schedule with wedding planning and going to school full-time, and shadowing as a teaching assistant at the middle school was a lot on her plate. Katie didn't have a social life outside of dinner parties and girl's nights at her apartment she shared with Ned.

But tonight would be the first time in a while she'd had convinced her mom to get Delia not to schedule some cake testing or another. She'd even gone to the mall with Melinda to splurge a little and got herself a new dress, wanting to show off a little bit more than she usually did. She had a new accessory to rock with every outfit now. Her engagement ring.

"You look so beautiful," Ned whispered against Katie's neck as he brought another tray of drinks for the group, setting it on the high-top table. "I can't wait to get you home."

"Not for a while though. I want to have fun tonight," she smiled at him, grabbing one of the shots and throwing it back quickly. She sucked on the lime before kissing him, standing up and pulling him a few feet from the table. "Let's go out on the dance floor. Come on, Ned, please?"

"You know I can't dance Katie," he laughed, itching the back of his neck. "Right now?"

"But you always dance with me," she whispered to him, touching his chin just subtly and pouting. "

Hannah snickered and grabbed her drink, turning to Brandon to kiss him. "I give him twenty more seconds before he gives in," Hannah said.

"Lay off Ned, Hannah, will you?" Brandon shook his head and grabbed his beer.

"Come on baby," she wrapped her arms around him, swaying with him. "Dance with me, please?"

"I'm gonna sit this time out," he shrugged, stepping back.

"Fine," she said, pressing a kiss to his cheek "I'll go out there with Hannah." She grabbed her friend's hand and they both slid into the crowd on the dance floor, dancing together to the music. Ned watched for a moment before turning back to his drink.

"You better get out there and have your hands around her waist before someone else does," Brandon laughed as he leaned back into the booth.

"Your wife is out there too, you know," he muttered. "Like I care if someone dances with Katie. She's going home with me at the end of the night and I trust her."

He took a drink of his bourbon and watched her as she shook her hips in that tight yellow dress she'd bought brand new today, probably with her mom or Hannah. It shimmered as she spun, letting herself loose and dancing with music freely. Her entire look entranced him, along with a few other places on her body. He was a lucky man.

"Go on," Brandon pushed his shoulder. "I'll watch your drinks. Just move with her and the beat. You can do it, Banks."

He groaned, watching Katie move and twist to the new upbeat song with no care in the world. She looked at him and smiled, blowing him a kiss. He almost thought she was waiting for him before going to move again, her arms in the air as she danced, and then he was there a second later, pressing against her and holding her close.

"I knew you'd come," she whispered, kissing him as she winded her arms around his neck.

He shrugged. "I don't like dancing," he admitted, blushing a little.

"You still came out and are dancing with me," she smiled at him, her fingers running through his hair as he spun her around and then pulled her close again. "You always do."

"Only because I love you," he whispered, pulling her back to his side and letting his hands move underneath her chin.

He captured her in a kiss, losing his sense of the song and coming to a stop. She pulled him off the floor, no longer wanting to dance and she kissed him again before letting him help her up onto the stool.

"I'm gonna go see what's taking so long with our food," he smiled at her and kissed her cheek.

It wasn't usual for them to eat dinner at the bar, but Ned had heard how good the burgers were at the Anchor from his buddies at the gym. It had seemed like a better decision than diving into the city.

"Okay," she breathed as he helped her up in the stool and kissed her again. "I love you."

"I love you too," he smiled and turned to go off and find the answer to that question about their food.

She watched as Ned leaned up against the bar, smiling at the bartender. "My fiancé has such a nice ass," she grinned as she grabbed her drink.

"You're drunk Katie," Hannah laughed.

"Not as drunk as I could be!" She teased, smiling at her. "I'm a little warm."

"Do you have to use the word fiancé every other word when talking about Ned?" Hannah teased her in return.

"You did that same thing," she rolled her eyes.

"I did not!" Hannah shook her head.

"But you did," Brandon laughed, nudging her.

"See! Thank you, Brandon," she laughed and grabbed her Long Island Iced Tea.

That's when she saw a woman throw her arms around Ned in a hug, practically spilling her drink on him.

Dumb, stupid bitch, she thought.

Ned looked so uncomfortable, peeling her off, but he was a gentleman and he nodded politely, making small talk as he waited for the food.

"Who's the blonde?" Hannah asked, twirling the straw in her vodka tonic.

"Like I would know," Katie took a sip of her drink, grabbing an onion ring from the basket in the middle of the table.

"I think that's Georgie," Brandon sighed, sitting back down in his chair. "She sleeps with everyone, I swear. Probably had a fling with Ned before you two got together, I'm guessing by the closeness."

"Well I need to go claim what's mine then, don't I?" she muttered and grabbed the last shot, needing a little courage. The alcohol burned her throat and she sucked on the lime before she stood up, pulling on the hem of her dress.

"Katie, don't do anything rash." Hannah laughed.

"That's coming from you? Shut up, Hannah. I'm fine," She chuckled and almost slipped on broken glass, but caught herself on the table.

Okay, maybe Katie was just a little tipsier than she had originally thought, but that wasn't going to stop her. She walked straight over to them where they're talking in a dark, secluded corner at the end of the bar.

Ned saw her over the woman's shoulder and his relief was visible. It made her heart sore as she walked straight to him like they were alone together and kissed him. It was wet and needy, their tongues and teeth, and her hand gripping the back of his head.

And then she did something that she was sure was more than a bit alcohol-fueled, and dropped her hand to the bulge in his jeans, rubbing him through his pants. He pushed into her, apparently not caring about the woman at the bar's presence very much.

It had continued for another minute and she felt his burning need for her through his jeans and smiled. That was all she had wanted from him. The woman behind her didn't matter.

"Katie, honey," he groaned as he pulled back slightly, but she kissed him once more before standing flat on her feet again. "Hi. "

"Hi, I missed you," she whispered, biting her lip once she thought about how she'd let her rash feelings get to her in the heat of the moment. Ned didn't seem to care by the way he held her close. It fueled her again. "I want to suck you off in the bathroom," she told him, loud enough so the flirty woman behind them could hear. "How much longer on the burgers?"

He smiled at her. "I missed you too. Should only be ten more minutes," he told her.

She nodded and then pretended to just notice the woman's presence for the first time, and turned to smile at her and then offered her hand to shake. "Hi, I'm Katie, Ned's fianceé. Who are you?" She smiled proudly, looking to Ned and back to her.

"Georgie, it's a pleasure." The blonde woman replied smiling and then turned to look at Ned. "Same one from before?"

"Yeah, the one and only," Ned said, looking at Katie as he rubbed her lower back. "Why does that matter?"

"You never seemed like the settling down type, Ned, but good for you," Georgie chuckled, sighing as she looked over her once more. She practically wanted to run her through. "I'm glad you took my advice before and changed as much as I would love it if you were single tonight."

"Well, he's not. He changed his entire life around," Katie said, smiling proudly at the young woman when she thought all she and Ned had gone through to get to their happiness and engagement.

The blonde scoffed, twisting her hair around her finger. "But hey…" The woman grabbed Ned's forearm lightly and bit her lip. "If you get tired of your wife, when you marry that is, you know where to find me... like you did last time."

Ned looked back at Katie then, the green of his eyes calming her as he gave her a look. It was the same warning Hannah had given her.

Don't do anything rash.

But when she watched as Georgie let her eyes travel over the soft down of blond hair that raced in gold up his arms, thinning near the biceps and escaping into his gray t-shirt, she wanted to slap her. Katie hated the way the woman did it so openly, knowing he was engaged to her.

That's what she had to remind herself in the heart of the moment. Ned was hers. Her fianceé. He loved her and would never do that to her.

"I think I'm gonna go do what my fianceé said instead," Ned stood up, kissing her and pulling her in closer.

"Do what again?" She asked absentmindedly as he broke the kiss, unable to process anything but how much she wanted to kiss him again. Her lips ached, her breathing uneven as she wet bit her bottom lip.

"What we do best," he smiled, looking at Georgie then. "If you don't mind… we'll be going."

Ned led her away, but she took the lead a moment later, remembering what she'd said and shoving him into the single room bathroom and checking to see if anyone was there.

Empty.

She locked the door and reached around to pull her zipper down, letting her dress pool at her ankles.

"Come here," he growled and pulled her to him, setting her on the sink. "New panties... I like it when you go shopping for those."

"I know," she laughed, wrapping her legs around him. "I was a bit worried about the color... do you like?"

"Mmm... yes, baby," he nipped at her neck before grasping her ass in his hands and massaging it. "You know orange is my favorite color."

"It is," she replied, smiling. "I got something else too, but that's a surprise... it's waiting back home for us."

He slapped her hard on the right ass cheek with an open hand to watch the way her rear shook when he did so, and she moaned, pulling him closer to nip at his ear. He slapped her again, lightly this time, and she whined a little in protest but pushed herself back towards him.

"You like that don't you?" He teased her, his hands dipping beneath her panties to her folds, feeling just how dripping wet she was. He undid his belt and pulled himself out in his hand and tugged her panties to the side, too impatient to remove them properly. "Tell me what you want..."

"Yes," she groaned, kissing him. "I want you… I need you." He slid into her to the hilt, picking her up from the sink and pushing her into the wall in order to move closer to her. "Oh fuck…Ned…." she mewled in ecstasy rocking her hips back into him, demanding more.

His hand reached around her front to find her center. He made slow and tight circles as he began to thrust into her at a frantic pace. She cried out in approval and pulled him closer, thanking the heavens she'd made the choice not to wear a bra tonight.

"Touch me, Ned," she whispered, gasping as he sped up his movements inside her. "Please, baby..."

He used his hips to pin her to the wall and raised both hands to the beauty that was Katie's breasts. He loved them, their perkiness, and the small erect nipples that he knew just what to do with to give Katie everything she needed.

Her eyelashes fluttered and the world felt so light that she could fly away. She was floating. The only thing she could feel was him moving in and out of her, hard, and the feeling of his mouth licking and nipping at her breasts.

It felt good, so good.

He adjusted so he could move just a little bit deeper inside of her. What a difference such a subtle effort can make. Suddenly, he was hitting the exact spot that felt like it might send her over the edge and her legs began to tremble.

"Don't stop," she whimpered. "Just like that. Oh, God yes..."

He chuckled, his eyes meeting hers as he pressed a kiss to his lips. "Be patient," he whispered against her ear.

"Please, Ned," she begged. "I'm so close."

"We'll get there," he responded, bringing himself to her harder and faster with every thrust.

Her nails dig into his shoulder blades, making him wince with pain. And just as she thought she was gonna reach that precipice, he slowed enough again, allowing the sweet misery to drag along. She whined, but only slightly as his mouth traced over her body again.

"Not yet," he said, teasingly.

"I hate you," she told him.

But she didn't. She never would.

"I know you love me," he chuckled.

When it all came to that one defining moment, he finally allowed her to climb over the edge. She grabbed a hold of his soft hair while softly chanting his name, clenching around him. When he closed his eyes tightly and gave one final thrust, everything stilled as she felt his seed against her thighs as he pulled out in time.

His body grew slack and heavy atop of her, and the sounds of the music climbed back in, reminding them they were at a bar, not in their bed or on their couch. Or in the kitchen, bathroom, or dining room. Or any usual random place around their apartment.

She placed a hand over her face and chuckled. "I'm sorry I got so jealous tonight," she whispered.

"It's fine. If I'd seen Toby all over you like that," he began and she rolled her eyes knowingly, scoffing at the idea. "Exactly."

"Should we go see if the burgers are done?" She asked, running her hands through his hair. "Because I kind of want to go home..."

"But-" He started to protest, wanting the wings he'd ordered too.

"It's not like we paid for them. If they show up at the table, Han and Brandon will pay for it. I'll make you a damn burger when we get home," she whispered, eyeing him. "Just take me home, please? I'll make it worth your while."

She could feel the love when he nuzzled up against her, the feel of his warm breath and fluttering fingers on her hips, tracing gentle outlines against the flesh.

"Okay," he smiled. "I'll take you home, miss princess."

"Thank you," she laughed as he set her down, watching her as she bent down to grab her dress again.

Yup, he made his decision. He definitely liked these new panties and couldn't wait until they got home and she could show him what else she had gotten.