October 15th, 2002

He couldn't stop thinking about her. She had possessed him. He wondered if their conversation from the other night was a fluke. Pratt watched as Jing-Mei stepped out into the ambulance bay.

"Chen, do you need a ride?" He called out. Jing-Mei stared at him.

"No. I'm taking the train." She said walking to the street.

"Let me drive you." He said. "The train is a dangerous place at night." Jing-Mei smiled softly.

"Fine." She said. Pratt jumped up; "You know where I live right?"

"I remember." Pratt chuckled as he led her to his car. He opened the door for her.

"Thanks." Jing-Mei bit her lip as she watched Pratt get into the car; "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course. You just may not get an answer." He winked.

"Okay. Do you like me or something?" she asked with a smile.

"You mean, do I have a crush on you so this must be why I'm being so nice to you lately?" Pratt asked.

"No...I mean..." She blushed.

"Yes I like you a lot, Jing-Mei." He said. Jing-Mei smiled at him.

"Well...Good." Jing-Mei said looking out the car window.

"You're blushing." He commented."

"No I'm not." Jing-Mei muttered. Pratt reached over and patted her leg.

"You are now." He said. Jing-Mei looked at him.

"Are we going to keep this up?" She asked.

"Keep what up?" He asked pulling into a parking space in front of Jing-Mei's house.

"All this playful banter. We've been doing it for a while. If you want to make a move, then make a move." Pratt smiled at her.

"Do you want me to make a move?" He asked. Jing-Mei nodded, "Come on." He jumped out of the car. Jing-Mei growled as she got out.

"Do you at least want to come up?" Jing-Mei asked. Pratt nodded.

"Sounds cool." He said. A small smirk returned to Jing-Mei's face. She walked up the steps and unlocked the door. She made sure her hips sway slightly as she walked in. Pratt followed her inside with a smile on his face. It was weird having him here already.

"Make yourself at home." She smiled taking her jacket off, "Do you want something to drink?"

"Just some soda would be great." He said.

"Pepsi fine?" She asked. Pratt nodded. Jing-Mei walked into her kitchen and pulled out a couple of glasses. "You can put the TV on if you want."

"Very cool." Pratt said turning it on. Jing-Mei walked out.

"Here you go." She handed him the Pepsi and sat down.

"Thanks." He said sipping it looking at her, "You want me to kiss you don't you?"

"I wanted you to kiss me the first time we went out." She replied.

"I know, but I didn't want you to be drunk." He said.

"I'm not drunk anymore." She said. Pratt chuckled.

"You certainly aren't." He said putting his arm on the back of the couch and looked at the TV. Jing-Mei chuckled.

"You're evil." She said.

"I know." He winked. They sat there watching the television. Pratt loved stringing a woman along, especially a woman like Jing-Mei. He leaned over and placed his lips right below he ear knowing that move made woman melt in his hands. Jing-Mei's eyes fluttered shut. She exhaled deeply. "I like this show"

"M-Me too." She murmured. Pratt smiled as he slipped his fingers beneath her chin and pulled her lips up to his. He was finally making the move. Jing-Mei sighed happily against his lips. She had waited for this.

Pratt ran his tongue along her bottom lip slowly, causing Jing-Mei to shudder. She opened up her mouth inviting him in. Bingo, Pratt thought. He slid his tongue into her mouth and then a passion was unleashed between the two of them. Their tongues danced with each other. Their hands explored each other's clothed bodies. Jing-Mei was getting extremely hot. She would almost start to beg Pratt to be inside of her, but she pulled away in stead.

"G-God…we….we should stop." Jing-Mei whispered as she caught her breath. Pratt licked his lips.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to take this to the next step." She looked up into his eyes, "Okay?" Pratt nodded slowly.

"All right." He got up off of her with a smile; "I enjoyed that." She chuckled softly.

"So did I." She said. "We should do it more often."

"I highly agree." Pratt wrapped his arm around her shoulders drawing her close. Jing-Mei sighed softly. It had been awhile since she had gotten a kiss like that, since being touched like that. It was hard for her not jump Pratt again.