Disclaimer: I don't own CotT, I own all OCs I include in this story.

A young couple chased each other down the hall to their shared apartment. The man of the two pinned the woman against the wall of the empty hallway, both laughing. It was late at night, Friday night to be exact, and both had been out on the town. The mane pressed his lips to her's hard, earning it back. They parted and The woman slid under his grasp and into the apartment, him following her all the way inside. He tackled her onto the couch, kissing her again.

The woman, or you know her as Atlanta, kissed back again. He slid his tough through her lips forcefully, at war with hers. They made out for several moments before need for air caused them to part and gasp for a good breath. The man smiled down at her, his face only centimeters away from his. She smelt the strong scent alcohol on his breath. He whispered something to her that made her tense up and pull away, sitting up under his form and pushing him back a bit.

"Craig, I told you before." she whispered. "I'm not doing that. Not yet."

"What if I used this." this Craig fellow asked in a low voice, digging through his pockets and whipping out a small, square package.

"I still can't. I've heard things about how this can go wrong and..." Atlanta was silenced by a pale finger on her lips.

"No more Dr.Phil for you." he smiled. Seeing her unsure face, he pulled out a small, grey packet. "Thats why I bought these. If I use mine and you use yours, we'll be safe."

"Craig, I kind of wanted to save myself for marriage." she protested.

"One night. You don't even know what its like, I want to show you." Craig whispered, pleading. Atlanta sighed heavily.

"One night only. I'm just a little afraid. What if something does go wrong?" she asked.

"I'll make sure it wont." he assured her.

Standing and taking her hand, he lead her to his room. They each used their protection and stripped down. Craig slipped under the sheets of his bedroom. He waited for the woman in front of him to do the same. After a moment she did. Craig started, kissing her passionately. Their bodies tangled up with each others, sending shivers down each other's spines. Skin met skin. Lips met lips. The rest of the night flew by in a total bliss.

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Briing...Briing...

Atlanta groaned and opened her eyes. She looked around. It was late morning, the sun was shining through the curtains of the room, casting a ray of light and creating shadows on the walls, and the birds outside were chirping. She felt strong arms around her bare waist and recalled the night's events. A discouraged frown crossed her face as she reached for the ringing phone.

"Hello? Atlanta speaking." she said, knowing Craig wouldn't wake up. 'Heavy sleeper.' she thought.

"Atlanta! Its Theresa. How' re you and Craig doing?" asked her kept-in-touch-for-ages friend, Theresa, from the other line.

"Amazing." Atlanta answered, a but of a drawl in her voice.

"Would you two want to come down for Christmas? We're having the whole gang here for the holidays."

'Everyone? Even...' Was the thoughts that crossed Atlanta's mind before she shook them away. "Of course! Is everyone going to be there?" she asked, emphasizing the word everyone.

"Well..." There was a pause. "We're hoping everyone will be able to make it." Theresa said assuring, knowing what Atlanta was talking about first-hand.

"Thanks." came a mumbled reply.

"Any ways," Theresa said, changing the subject. "Come by ASAP, we can go Christmas shopping together, just like old times."

"Alright, see you then. Bye." Atlanta said, hanging up and sighing heavily.

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A pale hand fumbled through the darkness of the apartment living room, guiding its owner to the same table that held up the phone and its recording machine. A finger pressed a button, replaying the day's messages. The man there walked to the refrigerator, looking over his food options. The last message on his machine played.

"Arch, its Odie. I know you not going to pick up or call me back anytime soon. Just wanted to pass on an invite. Jay and Theresa are inviting us ALL over for the holidays and we ALL want you to come. Don't RSVP if you don't want to, just come." and with that, the machine clicked off.

"They'll all be there?" Archie asked himself. "Even her?"

Just so you know, this is NOT Odie centered. Its almost completely Archie/Atlanta. R&R, still no flames. Carry on with whatever your doing.

Carmen