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I entered CTU, closely followed by Tony. I smiled at him as he walked by.

"Hey Michelle," said Kim. "How was your vacation?"

"Great Kim, thanks. How have things been going around here?"

"Smoothly compared to normal," she said.

"Wonderful," I said happily.

"Wow, so the vacation really did you some good, huh?"

"Yup," I said.

"New guy?" Kim asked interestingly, leaning on my desk.

"Maybe," I said smiling.

"Ooh, who is it?"

"I said maybe," I said. "How are you and Chase going. Your Dad still in the dark?"

"Yeah," said Kim, quieting her tone, "He still thinks I'm going out late with friends and then just crashing in their apartments. It hasn't dawned on him that I've got a boyfriend. I don't think that he could even reach the idea that I would be sleeping with a guy let alone seriously dating one."

"So you guys finally, you know?"

"Yeah," she smiled.

"Don't worry about your Dad. I don't think mine's even reached that point yet even after I lived with my last boyfriend for half a year. It was only when my Mother found the birth control in my bathroom that it hit her."

I laughed slightly. That had been such a painful conversation at the time, but looking back at it, I found it quite funny.

"Oh that must have been fun," Kim laughed.

"Yeah, talk about awkward. I think the conversation started somewhere at like, 'so how old were you when you started sleeping with men.' I was completely freaked out. God, I hope my father never knows; hopefully not even after I get married," I laughed.

"Yeah, Dad would definitely freak, no question. Well, you know him. He'd probably kill him. Especially as he's his partner. Oh, it would be bad."

"Yeah, poor Chase. He's in for a rough ride; good thing he know how to dodge the bullet. So anyway, lets get to the good stuff. How was it?" I giggled at her.

She giggled, blushing a little.

"No. See I didn't get anywhere with who this mysterious guy you're dating is so you don't get to know."

"Well, I guess we are just gonna have to have a longer conversation some other time," I told her.

"You want to come to lunch with some of the girls?"

"Oh, no, I can't," I said.

"Come on Michelle, you can never do anything anymore," she said.

"Fine. Get me when you're going," I said, and she smiled at me, walking away.

I had been watching her talk with Kim. I loved it when she laughed. Then I forced myself to get back to work.

Two hours later it was approaching ten thirty, and I was so distracted. I couldn't help myself gazing down at her workstation

"Dessler."

Her voice was enchanting.

"Hey."

"Oh hey," she said, grinning.

"Can you come up? We need to go over some data that IT found."

"Alright," she said smiling as she hung up the phone.

She walked into my office, where I had dimmed the windows, and closed the door. We stared at each other for a moment before both lunging towards each other at the same time. I grabbed her face, and she pulled my mouth down to hers. As soon as my lips met hers she pusher her hands up the back of my shirt, where she pressed her fingers into my back. I followed suit, but instead brought my fingers up the front of her top. She groaned quietly into my mouth. I pulled back and then started to kiss her neck, her hands reaching behind my head, pushing my lips harder onto her neck. I walked her against the wall and pushed her firmly against it. I pinned one of her arms above her head and kissed her passionately on the lips. She was driving me nuts. At that point, I was all for skipping the rest of work and heading back to one of our apartments.

He was kissing me so passionately, his body covering mine. He pulled back and stared into my eyes, then kissing me so hungrily that our lips slipped all over the place. I kissed him anywhere I could reach. His neck, cheek, lip, whatever was easily accessible. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, making me groan. We were, as always, interrupted by the ringing of the phone, making both of us spring apart. Tony went to the phone and answered it, the frustration present in his voice.

"Almeida," he paused, "Yeah, that's fine. Go ahead."

He hung up and turned to me, a sexy grin spreading across his lips. I then noticed his appearance and had to giggle. He had lipstick not only on his mouth and around his lips, but on his cheek, under his eye, and on his neck. I'm sure I couldn't look much better. After kissing me on the lips I'm sure he had removed some of my lipstick so it was probably on my neck as well. He examined my face and grabbed a napkin off of his desk. He began to wipe around my mouth gently, then with a small chuckle, wiped off my neck. I used my hand to wipe my lipstick of his mouth. There was a lip print on his cheek which I rubbed off him. Once we were both presentable, I kissed him hard on the lips.

"So I was thinking," he said, pulling back slightly, but still keeping his arms around me, "that maybe instead of going out for lunch, we could spend our hour at your apartment. It's closer."

He grinned at me. The temptation was boiling over the top.

"I'm sorry honey. I was so busy mauling you that I forgot. I need to go out with the girls today. I haven't for awhile, and Kim knows I'm seeing someone, and I don't want them to get suspicious that it could be someone in the office."

He looked disappointed.

"You're right. I should probably go out with the guys to lunch anyways. But you'll save dinner for me, right?"

"Of course," I said, grinning, "My place?"

"I look forward to it," he said, kissing me lightly on the lips before allowing me to proceed to the mirror in the corner to reapply my lipstick.

"Do I look okay?" I asked him, turning to see his face.

"Gorgeous," he said, making me go red.

"Love you," I said, walking towards him and hand briefly on his chest.

"Love you," he said, nudging my forehead a little bit with his.

"I'll see you later," I said, still reluctant to pull myself out from his grip.

"Yeah," he said, equally not moving.

Reluctantly, I left his arms and headed for the door.

"Bye," he said, giving me a look of pure desire.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I stepped outside.

It was lunch, and I was out with the girls. I was having fun, but my mind kept wandering subconsciously to Tony. That is, until the topic of guys in the office came up.

"Who do you guys think is hot in the office?" asked a giggling Sarah.

Everybody giggled.

"Ooh, I can think of someone who is downright gorgeous," said May.

"Who?" everybody inquired.

"Tony Almeida."

My heart seemed to skip a beat, but I tried to keep my expression carefully neutral as Kim was looking at me.

"He is hot," said many of the girls.

"But, I dunno, he never really seems interested in any of the girls. I mean, the other day I was wearing quite a provocative shirt, to put it in nice terms, and he barely even noticed I was there. His head always seems so up in the clouds," said Sarah.

"Maybe he doesn't date at work since Nina. Or maybe not at all anymore. She burned him pretty bad," said Linda.

"Maybe. I would definitely like to find out if he was a good kisser," giggled May, everybody laughing.

I grinned inwardly, bursting at how painful this was. I wanted to scream that he was an amazing kisser. It was weird hearing all these girls globbering over Tony, but I had liked hearing that he never looked at any other girls. I was brought out of my reverie by a rude awakening.

"What do you think, Michelle?"

"Oh, Tony. He's nice looking, I guess," I tried to sound nonchalant but it really wasn't working.

"What about Chase?" asked Amanda, motioning to Kim.

She smiled.

"Yeah, how's that going. I got to give you props; he's pretty damn hot," said May.

"It's going... well," she said with a small grin.

I could tell there was no way she was going to tell them what she had told me this morning; Kim and I were a lot closer to each other than we were with the others. We actually hung out outside of work.

"What about Jack?" asked Sarah, changing topics.

"Eww guys, if you want me to continue coming out with you, you can't talk about my Dad, I repeat my Dad, that way. Yuck."

I laughed. Kim always hated hearing anyone talk about her dad in that kind of way. Not that I blamed her. I would hate hearing anyone, including my mom, talk about my dad in that way. I allowed my thoughts to slowly drift back on to Tony. I couldn't get past what an amazing kisser he was. I so wished that I had just ditched the girls and gone with him to my apartment. The girls were nice, but being close to him would beat just about anything these days.

I was at lunch with the guys, who were naturally talking about girls and who had got some; the usual male rubbish. I heard the name 'Michelle' and immediately perked up to listen.

"Yeah, she's definitely hot. No wait, that's an understatement."

The guys were talking about her like she was just some other random piece of meat. I so wanted to tell them off, but that would have involved sharing the fact that I was, in fact, the one currently with her. I saw Jack give me a worried look across the table.

"I herd Brian banged her awhile back. Said it was like no other. Well, with a body like that."

He didn't even have to finish his sentence. It seemed half of the guys around the table were all inwardly imagining sleeping with her.

"And those shirts she wears, ooh, so good."

I was seriously about to beat the living shit out of all of them. The only thought that held me back was the thought that, no matter if they talked about her like that, it was me she had chosen and me who got to hold her every night, not these moronic idiots who had no idea how amazing she was, but were merely gawking at her amazing body, something that I felt I only had the right to do. I stood up and threw my lunch viciously, violently in the garbage before exiting the room and heading into my office. The ring, combined with the anticipation and then relief of her voice, managed to calm me down.

"Hey baby," she said.

I could tell she was trying to keep her voice down; from what I could tell she was standing apart from the table as I could hear laughter coming from nearby.

"Hey," I managed to choke out.

"What's wrong?" she said.

"Nothing. Not anymore," I said, smiling.

"Oh, okay, you sure honey?"

"Yeah."

"Hey, how far are you from CTU?"

"Not far. Why?"

"Just wondering. I want to see you, and I mean actually see you not work see you, before we have to keep going."

"Alright. You sure you're okay?"

She sounded so worried.

"Yeah, I just need to be with you baby," I said quietly.

"I'll be there in five minutes."

"Oh, Michelle?"

"Yeah?"

I could hear the voices getting louder. It seemed she was approaching the table.

"I love you."

"I love you too. I'll see you soon babe."

"Whoo, Michelle who was that?" said one of the girls as I leaned down and picked up my purse and jacket.

I just smiled.

"I gotta go. Here."

I placed a twenty on the table.

"Bye," I said grinning, before they could call me back again.

I entered CTU and heard my cell ring.

"Hey, meet me in the back of CTU, by the room that we never use. Nobody's ever there," came his voice.

"Be there in a second," I said hanging up.

As I approached the room, not seeing anybody, I felt an arm grab mine and pull me into a nearby closet.

"Hey," he said, before locking the door and immediately kissing me.

"We've gotta be quiet," he said, urgently slipping his hand up my shirt.

I was incredibly turned on by how he was acting. There was a need in his eyes that I felt I hadn't seen in an eternity; it was so intense. He groaned into my mouth as I kissed him.

"Shh," I giggled, running my hand up his shirt.

I so didn't care where we were. Unless there was a lot of noise nobody would come down here. Indeed even the camera surveillance was limited here. Nobody would have seen us go into the closet and there was certainly no camera in here. I kissed him hard on the lips, pushing him roughly against the wall. I couldn't stop giggling, and he wasn't making it much better; he kept giggling too. I laughed into his mouth. We continued kissing until time caught up with us, and we realized that our lunch break had been over five minutes ago.

I giggled and grabbed his hand, peaking outside the door. Of loved this feeling. I had never been with a guy where I just couldn't keep my hands off him.

"You know, with the girls today, they were talking about guys from the office and your name came up. They all think you are so hot, Tony. In my head I was just going, 'well he's mine', so it was perfect to come back and get to be with you." I said, closing the door before either of us left.

He smiled, but I could tell he was holding something back.

"What is it?" I said seriously.

"Nothing," he said, "I'm just happy to be with you. That's all."
I knew him too well to believe that, but I decided to let it drop. He'd tell me when he was ready, whatever it was.

I hated that she could read me like this. And when I say hated, I meant despised and adored at the same time. She kissed my, seemingly trying to make me feel better. Peaking out the door, I saw that nobody was coming from either direction. We got out quickly and, looking around once more, I kissed her. We started to walk down the hall, still holding hands, until we heard voices and jumped about a mile apart. I walked back over to her.

"So Michelle I need you to work on that now."

"Done," she said with a nod and a flirtatious look, walking off as the people passed us.

It took an eternity to finish work. By the time I was done it was already seven thirty. I glanced down at her station. We both had been fairly busy and had tried to avoid each other, knowing the sooner we finished, the sooner we could go home together. Once again I was stricken at her beauty. I don't know if she even realized it. I found myself subconsciously dreaming about entangling my fingers in her hair, allowing them to find their usual place on the back of her head. I imagined her scent as I inhaled after wrapping my arms around her. Her hair, twisting gracefully into smooth curls and resting on her perfect shoulders, glossy and begging for my fingers to encircle each lock. Her lips, perfect and soft, swollen and waiting for my lips to descend upon them. Her eyes, gorgeous and bright, hypnotizing me to obey her every wish. The soft skin of her fingers carefully grazing across my cheekbone in a gentle caressing motion which left my skin tingling. I closed my eyes as the image overwhelmed me; everything about her was perfect. Her voice, her touch; she was my drug. I picked up the phone.

"Dessler."

Despite myself my heart skipped a beat.

"Hey," I said, noticing that my voice sounded deeper than normal, sure that she would hear the absolute longing in it.

"Hey. You done?"

"Yeah."

"So you want to go to my place?" she asked, lowering her voice.

"Yep."

It seemed I couldn't get past a one word answer. I'm sure I sounded stupid. I felt so strangled by love for her that even gasping that one word out was difficult.

"Five minutes?"

"Sure, okay," I said, determined to give more than a one word answer.

I was so anxious to get out of here. I gathered my things.

I walked out to the car and got into the passenger's seat. Moments later I heard the door open.

"Hey beautiful."

I just stared, his smile stealing every coherent sentence out of my mouth.

"Hey," I managed, leaning in and kissing him.

He took my hand and started to drive. I sat the whole car drive looking forward, but concentrating on the fingers discretely rubbing the back of my palm. Once at my apartment, I opened the door and locked it behind us. I turned around and kissed him. Before we got carried away, he pulled back.

"I was thinking I would make dinner?"

"Yeah," I said, smiling at him and taking my jacket and shoes off. "I'm gonna go change."

I went into my bedroom and changed into a pair of his boxers and a tank top. It was really hot out; I just couldn't bare wearing sweats. When I walked back in, he just stared at me.

"What are you trying to do to me here?" he asked, stirring the substance in the pot.

I grinned at him.

"If you want me to stir, you could get out of those clothes. No chance your comfortable in that," I told him.

"You think you can manage?" he asked.

"Please Tony, its stirring a pot. I can do that," I said, standing up and pushing him aside.

He grinned and shook his head, walking into my bedroom. I was doing great, and then I realized the water was starting to boil over the top.

"Tony!" I yelled.

"What is it?" he said, walking quickly into the kitchen, holding a shirt that it looked like he was about to put on to go with his sweatpants. "Jesus Michelle, give me a heart attack," he said, walking up to the stove and turning it down.

I went to put my shirt on.

"No keep it off," she said quickly.

I gave her an amused look.

"It's hot, you know?" she said innocently.

"Right," I said, trying to not grin.

I knew her too well. We ate some rice and vegetables, and then she stood up and brought our plates over to the sink. She began to wash them when I circled my hands around her waist, starting at her back and making my way over her sides and stomach. She paused in her dishwashing and then turned off the water, wiping her hands off on a dish towel as I started to kiss her neck. She turned around and kissed me. She started to push me towards her bedroom. As she pushed me through the door she fell on top of me onto the bed. I slid my hands down to her top and pulled it over her head. She pulled me under the covers, and soon we had discarded all clothing. I flipped her over and started to kiss her. She sighed.

"I've wanted to do this all day," she said, grinning.