Chapter 2.

AN: Thanks for all the reviews people! They helped me finish this next chapter ultra fast. I alsofixed abit in the first chapter, parts thatbothered me.The lyrics in the beginning of this chapterare from Beyoncé's Hip Hop Star.

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Are you infatuated with me
I could end your curiosity

Here's your chance to make your move

Do I blow you away?
Do I stimulate your mind?
Would you taste my love if I give you time?

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This had not been Amita's plan when coming to the Eppes' house. She had needed her papers for an assignment and that was all. She hadn't been able to come till late, but she figured it would be fine since after working for over a year with the man, she knew that Charlie rarely went to bed at any sort of decent hour.

So she had asked and he had told her that he was going to an old black and white. Amita had felt her hopes flare. She had informed him with a practiced nonchalance that she had never been to a Black and white showing.

Charlie had smiled and said, "really?" But Amita's hopes were quickly dashed when Charlie continued on with, "you should go sometime! They're great! Anyway, you can let yourself in and grab your books. Good luck with your work." And he had smiled and walked away.

Amita had to curb the urge to throw a textbook at his retreating head. For a genius, the man was beyond dense. She was almost certain that short of showing up to class naked, he would never get it. Though now she wasn't even sure if that would work.

It had been driving her crazy. Amita knew she was smart. It was the reason she had been assigned to Charlie in the first place. All of the other tutors couldn't keep up with her. So here she was, brilliant in her own right, and she was wasting away trying to catch the attention of a man who wouldn't recognize a pining woman if it hit him in the face. Amita wasn't sure her ego could take much more of it.

So she had gone to his place to pick up her book so after that she could sit alone in her room and work on her project like a good little student.

But then something unexpected; Don had been there. Scaring her to death, but there nonetheless. She had known Don for just a few months less than Charlie. He had shown up at Charlie's father's house during one of their working sessions. Her tutor's older brother had always been kind and quick to help her. She had known that he found her attractive. She had learned at a young age that men were drawn to her and she knew a look of longing when she saw one. Don had always kept his eyes guarded when he had been around her, even more so if Charlie was with her.

But tonight, when he had given her the book she had seen it.

He wanted her.

And what surprised her even more was the feeling of warmth that built up in her as a response. Her fingers began to tingle and she was abruptly aware of the physical presence of the man in front of her. He was no longer just Charlie's brother. She was now acutely aware of how close he was standing to her, the smell of his aftershave. Strong hands and fingers holding her binder. Work shirt rolled to the elbow showing muscular forearms.

She found herself wanting to run her hands up his arms, feel the muscles under her touch.

And as she caught Don's hot gaze staring at her mouth she knew he was thinking similar thoughts.

As she watched the emotions swirl in the Agents eyes she realized that is what was so different about him. Emotion. Charlie kept his in check, relying on facts, rules and number to get him through; and while Don had his own rules and guidelines as well, he let his emotions have a say in his decisions. They helped guide his actions. And right now his rules were coming in conflict with the look of longing in his eyes.

It was then that Amita knew she wanted the FBI agent right back.

Which brought her to this unexpected place she was in now, her hands running down the hardened planes of his stomach. Well-used muscles brought on by FBI training. She relished they way they clenched and moved under her hands as she brought them around to his taunt back.

His own hands were cupping her face, as his mouth moved with hers, his kisses as intense and emotional as every other aspect of him.

Don suddenly pulled away and Amita immediately missed the feel of his mouth on hers. He studied her face a moment with a faintly dazed expression before reaching absentmindedly behind him and pulling off his holster. Placing it unceremoniously on the table behind him.

He then brought his hands up and slowly and tenderly swept her hair away from her face. He searched her face before speaking, "God you're beautiful."

The earnest in his voice made her breath catch slightly in her throat. She bit her lip and smiled and he gave her a tender kiss. He pulled back slightly, his lips only a few centimeters from hers, "and you taste just as good as I thought you would."

Amita laughed lightly, "you're not too bad yourself Mr. Cherry Gum."

A wide grin broke out on his face and he kissed her again, this time with more passion than the last. She pulled back and mumbled into his mouth, "you've thought about what I might taste like?"

A low chuckle rumbled through him and he nodded before capturing her lips with his once more, this time making a show of running his tongue along her lower lip before pulling back again, "like coffee." He kissed her again, "really good coffee."

She smiled, "well it was midnight, I needed to make sure I wouldn't fall asleep on my way over."

Don now had a hand running slowly over her rib cage, as it ran under the swell of her breast she took a sharp intake of breathe, "and are you tired now?"

She shook her head mutely and just stood there as his other hand now began its slow trek up her body making her heart pound in her chest.

He kissed her lightly, "No?" he asked in a mock serious voice, another small kiss, "why not?"

She smiled at him, "like you said, it was really good . coffee." Drawing the words out in the teasing fashion.

He laughed, "Oh was that what it was? Well I'll just leave you here alone with your coffee than," and he started to back up.

Amita laughed and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him back and kissing him with a smile still on her lips. She began working on the buttons of his shirt and felt the teasing and flirtatious air that had been between them be replaced by longing and urgency.

His hand was at her neck again, his thumb on her jaw, angling her mouth to allow him better access. He slid his hands down to her shoulders and pulled off the thin denim jacket she was wearing, leaving her in her black camisole. His touch on her bare skin made her lose focus in his buttons. She stopped trying as his mouth descended on her now unencumbered neck and shoulders.

She managed to finish the last button and pushed the cotton shirt off of his shoulders.

He pulled back to flick the cloth off of his wrists. As he did Amita moved in, running her hands over his now bare chest, trailing small kisses across his collar bone. She could feel the quick gasp of breath as she moved up his neck till her teeth closed over his ear lobe.

Don's hands were now firmly grasping her hips, pulling urgently. He backed her up till she felt the bite of the desk in her lower back. She braced herself against his shoulders and he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he leaned her against the desk.

He pulled back, "Amita…" he stopped, like he wasn't quite sure what to say next. Though Amita didn't need to hear him say it to know what he was talking about, the longing and desire in his eyes said it all.

She smiled slightly before tightening her legs around his waist and bringing her mouth to his ear, "take me to your room Agent Eppes."

He pulled back with a mischievous grin, "you gonna make me carry you?" bringing out his usually hidden New York drawl.

She smiled and kissed him, "hurry up Don."

He kissed her back and made his way to the spare room used as his own, "Yes ma'am."

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Amita let loose a sigh of an extremely satisfied woman. She kissed Don's shoulder and looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he looked just about to fall asleep. Amita smiled and reached up to kiss the corner of his mouth.

He smiled lazily and cracked his eyes open, "hey."

"Hey," and she kissed him again, this time he kissed her lightly back.

She snuggled against him and he tightened his hold around her shoulders. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and she could tell by his breathing that he was beginning to drop off again. With her ear pressed to his chest she could hear the rhythmic thump-thump of his heart. She started drawing small, slow patterns on his side.

Don twitched and mumbled.

She looked up at him, "what?"

He smiled with his eyes still closed, "I said that tickles."

She grinned, "the big bad FBI Agent is ticklish?"

His eyes cracked open, "don't tell the bad guys. It is just the kind of information they are looking on us Few and Proud."

She pressed another kiss to his shoulder, "Isn't thatthe Army?"

He shook his head and closed his eyes, "no the army is Bigger, Faster, Stronger… something like that…"

She though a moment, "the Marines. It is the Marines then."

He smiled, "cookie for the smart lady."

She laughed lightly and drew her hand across slowly his lower abdomen, "all I get is a cookie?"

"It is all I have to offer," he stated in a serious tone though his lips were barely containing a smirk.

Her hand slid farther down and she grinned as Don's eyes snapped open. Suddenly very alert. He glared faintly down at her beatific smile.

She put on a fake thoughtful face, "I don't think this is a cook…" but she broke into laughter as Don grabbed her hand and pulling her onto his chest. She grinned down at him as she moved to straddle his hips.

His hands ran up her bare thighs and grinned as a shiver ran through her body.

She leaned down and kissed him. His hands traveled up to her hair, while one moved down her bare back, kneading her spine in such a way that it caused her to tremble down to the tips of her toes.

Shecaught the glow of the red alarm clock out of the side of her eye. She groaned inwardly and reluctantly pulled away from Don.

Don frowned slightly, "what?"

She smiled apologetically and nodded towards the clock, "the time. I should really go."

Don craned his neck before throwing his head back into the pillow with a groan, "damn."

Amita shifted off of his hips, immediately missing the heat of his body under hers.

She began the arduous search for her clothing. Her underwear and pants were at the foot of the bed and she quickly slipped into them. She turned to see Don slip into is boxers, "You should stay in bed. You've had a long day. You need sleep."

Don gave her a look, "I am not gonna lay in bed while you leave."

For some reason this filled her with a warmth in the pit of her stomach and she smiled softly at him, "well in that case, find my shirt then."

He stopped his search for his own pants and studied her topless form appreciatively for a moment, "I don't know, that could be a new look for you."

He moved across the rumpled bed and drew her closer, " I know I like it."

She kissed him lightly, "yah so would every other straight guy on my campus."

She held in a laugh as a frown crossed his face, "In that case, take a few of my baggy sweaters." He let her go and peered over the edge of the bed, "Ah, my pants."

She smiled and continued her search for the black camisole. She found it draped over the bedpost. She pulled it over her head and it felt wrong. She glanced down at the shirt and sighed.

She looked back at Don, his pants hanging low on his hips without the leather belt usually present. She remembered faintly throwing the belt across the room when they had first entered.

Don caught her look, "what?"

She held out the newly torn strap of her shirt with a smirk on her face.

He grinned and moved towards her, grabbing her hips and pulling her towards him, "well it was tight and it had no zippers or buttons and I wanted it off fast." He kissed her bare shoulder before moving off to search the room, "have you seen my belt?"

She held in a smile, "No."

He frowned, "oh." He moved towards her and slipped his hand into hers before kissing her lightly. His thumb ran over her knuckles.

Amita sighed and smiled but her eyes caught the clock again. She groaned, "I really do have to go."

Don looked back and sighed, "yah yah."

Still grasping her hand he pulled open the door and walked out with her. As he reached the dinning room he bent down and scooped up his shirt and her jacket. He turned to her and handed her the coat, "I really did rip it didn't I?" admiring his handy workin thebrighter light as he slipped his own shirt on.

She smiled at him and reached for the edges of his open shirt, drawing him closer for another kiss, "yes you did."

She drew away and slowly made her way to the door stooping to pick up her bag she had dropped when she first had gotten here. As she opened the door and turned to say goodnight Don pressed something in her hand. She looked down and as she realized what it was she smiled, "my workbook."

Don grinned, "figured you might need that."

She grinned back and put it into her bag, "good idea, Charlie might find it suspicious if he found out I came here yet still managed to forgot my book."

Her smile faded as she looked back at Don. His grin was gone and suddenly his eyes looked guarded again. Hurt marred his features.

A glare was brewing up in his eyes, "was I just someway to get back at Charlie?" anger built up in his voice, "cause that is not why I just slept with you Amita."

Amita looked at him in shock, she brought her hand up to touch his face but he jerked away from her, "NO! Don that is not it at all! God…"

But Don interjected, "If you are just hoping to put Charlie in his place by screwing his big brother…"

Amita felt like he had just slapped her, "what?"

Don opened his mouth but she beat him to the punch.

"I could just as well turn that theory back on to you! You fucking your little genius brother's student in an attempt to beat him at something! And I will not be used in some bullshit sibling rivalry."

She turned before he could see the tears building up in her eyes. She pulled open the door but suddenly Don's hand was on the door pushing it shut.

She didn't turn to face him as she softly spoke, "let me out of here Don."

His hand was slowly pulling her shoulder, turning her towards him. She twisted her face away. Still trying to keep tears out of her eyes. But his hand was on her chin and forced her face up to his. She closed her eyes and felt his thumb run across her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. As she met his eyes she saw the regret in them, the accusation gone.

"God I'm sorry Amita. I didn't mean what I just said."

She smiled slightly, "yah you did."

He opened his mouth to protest but she spoke first, "we both did," she searched his eyes, "you'll always have your rivalry and you will also always have in your head that I wanted your little brother first."

A look of desperation filled the agents eyes and Amita brought her hand to his face, "which is why if this is going to work we'll have to make this about us. Not about Charlie." She paused uncertainly for a moment, "that is if you want this to work…"

Don smiled and leaned down, capturing her lips with his, trying to pour as much emotion into the kiss as possible. Her arm circled around his neck and kissed him back with the same intensity.

Don pulled back and smiled slightly, "you know if you wanna get gone, we should really stop doing that."

She opened the door and turned, she smiled, "You. Get back to bed, You look exhausted." She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He frowned slightly, "is that girl talk for I look like crap?"

She laughed, "no, that is Amita talk for you look tired." She kissed him and pulled away before his hand could snake behind her and hold herin place.

He grinned before looking very serious, his voice filled with an underlying promise, "I'll call you later ok?"

She smiled, "later."

As she slowly made her way down the walkway she heard him call out, "Dinner! You like food right?"

She turned around and replied in a teasing tone, "Oh no, that stuff? I've been trying to give it up. Eating is a filthy habit."

Don shoved his hands into his pockets, "dumb question huh?"

She grinned, "Only a little bit." She decided to cut him some slack. "Dinner sounds great Agent Eppes."

She could just make out his smile from the doorway. She gave a small wave and turned to make her way down to her car.

As she sat down in her car she realized she could still smell his scent enveloping her. Could still feel his hands running over her skin. His mouth on her's. She knew at that moment that she was smiling like a moron and a giddy feeling bubble up inside her. She sighed contently as she started her car and thought of the tall form still standing in the doorway of the Eppes house. This evening hard turned out so much better than sitting at home doing homework

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Yah, I skipped past the sex scene. I can do foreplay and the bits after sex but sex its self... I can't quite bring myself to write it. Sorry! Once again, review! please! While writting this I had a ton of ideas for the continuation of this. Including the obvious confrontation with Charlie and lots of other twists and quirks. Keep your eyes peeled.