—The Conflict—

Andy sat up against the headboard, pulling the sheets up to cover herself. They had eventually made their way up to her bedroom—figuring that it would be best to not leave a trail of clothing on the living room floor in case Lizzy came back from her sleepover sooner than expected.

She was sure it was late but didn't care what time it was. Her whole body was shaking, probably from the excitement. Upstairs they had continued right where they had left off downstairs. They had sex again, showered together after he had come all over her chest. Had continued in the shower. Now that she could she wanted nothing more than to have him close at all times. Feel his skin on her own.

He walked back in from the bathroom, wearing nothing other than a black pair of boxer shorts. Milo slid back underneath the covers, pulling Andy close to him and burying his face in her neck. He could feel a bit of tenseness on her part, it hadn't been there before and his mind immediately started racing as to why.

Andy pulled away slightly, looking at Milo. She wanted nothing more than to surrender herself to him, but just because they were unofficially back together now didn't mean that all of their issues were resolved. She took a deep breath. ''So, what's going to happen with you and Sandra now?'' She asked.

His eyebrows were raised, clearly not expecting her to be this direct. ''She wants to annul our marriage,'' he said. ''It's not like we consummated it anyway.'' He looked away. Despite his firm belief that Andy was the one for him he had still loved Sandra, and he couldn't and wouldn't pretend that their relationship hadn't meant anything to him. ''I think she knew I wasn't going to leave Philly before I did.''

He looked back at her. She was patiently listening to his story. ''I think that's why she came to see you, to see if we were truly over. The fact that I lied about us being together, and kept talking about you… it was just adding nails to the coffin.'' He sighed. ''We checked into our flight and right before boarding she asked me if I was ready and I said 'of course, I married you didn't I?' and…'' he shook his head, fighting the emotions coming up, ''she told me to think about it a few seconds more and I started thinking about you and that was it. I couldn't leave.''

''I'm glad you came back,'' she said, wiping a tear from his cheek.
''Me too,'' he said, turning his head to her cupped hand on his cheek and kissing her hand softly. Since she had brought up his relationship with Sandra it seemed to be as good a time as any to bring up what she had been up to. ''So… Nick?'' Andy groaned, looking away. Milo turned to her a bit more. ''I guess I should be gracious and say it's none of my business, but it is.''

''He doesn't hold a candle to you,'' Andy said. ''He and I are as good as done.''
''And Peter?'' He asked. She buried her head in his armpit seemingly embarrassed. ''I can't believe you had a threesome—without me.'''

''What? You would've preferred it if I had called you over that night?'' She asked.
''I would've preferred it if you had never slept with either of them at all,'' he said. Her smile at him made it even more difficult to bring this up. He lowered his eyes, ''how about Lu?''

''I should've called her over?'' She asked jokingly. He gave her a look. She cleared her throat, unsure of what more she could say about the subject. ''You're friends with her now, and I know she told you that she and I haven't… done anything, in a long time.''

Milo frowned at her. ''When's the last time you two kissed?''
She was about to answer before she remembered what had happened not even a day and a half before. Having to jeopardize her future with Milo was too big a risk, but already having secrets from each other wasn't a great option either. ''Milo…''

''When?''
She took a deep breath. ''When I left the hospital, before we saw each other at the mountain last night,'' she could see the tense look on his face, ''she kissed me.'' She watched him look away. ''After we talked I went over to her house and we slept in the same bed, but didn't do anything.''

''You slept in the same bed?''
Andy could feel Milo pull away a bit, ''we just slept.'' She didn't know how to make it less concerning to Milo, ''I thought you had left for good-''

''So if I wasn't here you'd go right back to her?'' He asked, getting up from the bed. ''I can't believe you Andy,'' he was shaking his head, trying to gather his thoughts. ''What're we doing here then?''

She sat on her knees, watching him pace. ''Milo, I love you.'' She didn't know how many times she'd have to repeat those four words to make him believe them, but she would do it however many times necessary.

''Do you love her?''

Andy bit her lip. ''I told you last night that I don't know how I feel about her, and that I'm not going to make any promises regarding her and me.'' She could see in his eyes that he just wanted to leave. ''I wish I could tell you that nothing will ever happen but I honestly didn't plan for everything that has happened up to now to happen either—I'm not the same me around her as when I am alone with you.''

It had been a long night, and the following day hadn't been much better. There was fighting and then make-up sex, and that over and over again. Her bed had broken somewhere during the third round, and she had decided to retreat to the guestroom as Milo had booked a room at a hotel.

When Lizzy had finally come home on Sunday morning it had been a welcome distraction from everything. From Milo deciding to come back, their fighting, the fact that for all she knew he could be on a flight to Seattle and never come back. For all she knew he could've come back to have sex with her, frustrated after months of not getting anything from his wife.

She knew he wouldn't actually do that, but for months she had pictured what their reconciliation would look like and this wasn't it. Still, he had come back, and he had said that he loved her. And every moment he had been at her house he had made it clear how much he wanted her.

For most of the afternoon she replayed what he had said in her mind. However, when she finally settled in for dinner with her youngest daughter her mind turned to something else. It was Sunday evening. Tonight Lu would tell Jonas her answer.

Andy had avoided Lu all of Monday, sure that she would get a visit from her partner at the end of the day as was becoming more and more common lately. Through the grapevine she had found out that Milo had booked an appointment with Dr. Jackson in the afternoon. Probably to get his job back.

All Andy had cared about was that this meant he was intending to stay in Philadelphia.

She could hear familiar footsteps in the hallway and didn't have to look up from the computer screen to know who it was. ''Delgado,'' she called out, ''come take a look at this.'' She could hear some footsteps coming closer as Lu tentatively made her way into her office.

Lu frowned at her partner, ''what happened to calling me Lu? You've had your whole fist inside of me, not to mention some of the other stuff we've done, and you still won't call me by my first name?'' She asked, making her way over to the desk.

Andy could feel the heat creeping up, her cheeks turning crimson as she ignored Lu's questions. She never could get used to Lu's bluntness regarding the sexual side of their relationship—as if she was trying to make Andy uncomfortable. Andy had been too shocked by the slew of pro-anorexia sites she had come across to remember she was trying to avoid Lu. She swallowed hard, and the feeling in the pit of her stomach told her that maybe she did still have feelings for Lu. ''I guess congratulations are in order?'' She asked, noticing the diamond ring Lu had been so reluctant to put on not a few days before.

Lu had a small smile on her face. ''I guess I can say the same to you.''
Andy hesitated, ''only if you mean it,'' she said. Lu looked away and that was all she needed to know. ''And maybe not.''

Lu looked at her with furrowed brows, ''how come?'' When Andy didn't answer she could only make assumptions. ''Did you two have a fight?'' Silence was the only answer she got, although Andy's face spoke volumes. ''What about?''

Andy gave her a look. ''What else? You.''

Neither of them knew what to say about this, and neither of them could look away from the other, their eyes fixed on each other. It was only interrupted when there was a knock on Andy's open office door and Milo stepped inside. He looked back and forth between the two, ''I hope I am not interrupting anything,'' he said.

Andy smiled at him, not wanting to start anything whilst at work, well aware of his appreciation of discreteness. ''Lu and Jonas got engaged last night,'' she told him, trying to push past the awkwardness.

She could swear Milo looked relieved. ''That's great, congratulations,'' Milo told Lu, he could only assume that Jonas wouldn't stand for them continuing a romantic- or even a purely sexual- relationship now that they were getting married. Lu thanked him with a smile and he returned his attention to Andy, ''I talked to Bob Jackson, got my job back.''

''You're here to stay?'' Lu asked.
He nodded. ''Nowhere else I'd want to be,'' he said, his eyes on Andy even though he didn't look genuinely happy. ''Was hoping I could take you out for dinner, so we could talk.''

Andy agreed, ''I'm almost done here,'' she said, reminded of why she had called Lu in at all. ''Come take a look at this,'' she said, directing her attention back to her partner. Andy's head was propped up on her hand, scrolling through the sites in front of her.

Lu threw Milo a look—aware he was watching her—as she made her way to the other side of the desk, standing behind Andy. As her eyes fell on the sites she immediately forgot about him though. ''Pro-anorexia sites?'' She asked, shocked.

''Dozens of them,'' Andy said, clicking through the various tabs to show Lu.
Lu shook her head with pursed lips, ''this is sick.'' Milo's movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention, he had his arms crossed and his eyes were tracking her every move.

''No, people with anorexia are sick, this is evil,'' Andy said, clearly pissed. She had had one too many patients with eating disorders to not have this affect her. She was brought back to reality when Lu's hand rubbed her shoulder a bit, and she froze under the touch, swallowing hard. Lu's fingers brushed against her neck, leaving goose bumps, as she wiped a strand of hair away from Andy's face and behind her ear.

Andy swallowed hard, trying to remember what they had been talking about. She wasn't sure if Lu was still touching her but she knew she wouldn't able to shake the feeling she had when the other woman had touched her for a long time. She was frozen, not even breathing, unable to move no matter how badly she wanted to get up and crash her lips against Lu's, push her up against the wall and claim her as her own.

Lu looked up from her fingers slowly raking through Andy's hair and back at Milo. His face was flushed, his lips a tight line and his eyes wide. His jaw was clenched and she knew that she had betrayed their friendship- that in that moment he wanted to push her away from Andy and make sure they never saw each other again.

Lu felt conflicted. She wanted Andy to be happy, with Milo. She had been supportive of them as a couple before they ever actually got together, and she had been witness to how happy they made each other. But she also felt a sense of triumph, knowing that she could still get to Andy like this, even after the latter woman had pushed her away the Thursday before. It hadn't even been a conscious decision to do this—it just felt natural to be this affectionate towards Andy. She finally took her hand away, ''I should go.''

Andy didn't hear her, it wasn't until the door closed that she realized Lu had left. She drew in a shaky breath and looked up at Milo.

She was glad he was still willing to go out for dinner after what had happened. The whole thing had not lasted 10 seconds but she knew it had gotten to him, just like it had to her. On their way back from the restaurant her eyes had tracked the road, trying not to start a fight in the car. In her mind she had been replaying that afternoon's events over and over again, but now that she was alone with Milo she couldn't help but be drawn to him. It was she who had suggested they go back to his hotel room, taking in the surprised look he had given her.

It had happened during dinner. She had said something that she couldn't even remember now and he had looked up from the menu in his hands and given her his signature smile that made her melt inside. It had made her remember just how right Sandra was, that he really could fuck the paint off the walls. It had given her that twitch in her lower belly, the same one she had had when Lu had touched her, the one that had made her push Lu up against the wall and smash her lips into hers.

He had agreed without a word.

Their tongues were battling with each other—she was pressed up against the hotel room door, feeling his hands roaming over her body. Her hands moved down his torso before finally finding their way to his zipper, pulling it down. She could feel him do the same thing, her hand making its way into his underwear as his did into hers. She rubbed her fingers together, spreading his precum on them to use as lubrication as his fingers dipped inside of her, pumping in and out as she got wetter by the second, his palm rubbing against her clit. She moaned into his open mouth.

She moved her hand up and down his length, feeling him grow hard. His fingers circled around her clit and she arched into his body, kissing down his neck, her eyes were closed, relishing in the feeling of having him so close, almost too aware of how fragile their relationship was right now. One of her hands moved up to his shoulder, turning them around. With his back now against the door she started kissing her way down his torso, undoing the belt he had around his slacks. She took it off and let it drop to the floor, not particularly concerned with where it ended up.

He looked down at her on her knees in front of him, his eyes landing on her pink swollen lips and his dick twitched. Milo swallowed hard, remembering how talented she was at this specific act. He could feel her hot breath blowing against the tip and groaned. ''Andy…''

She looked up at him through hooded eyes, shushing him.

She licked her lips and pushed his dick up against his stomach, licking it from base to tip- adding pressure at the end- before taking it into her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks around him, using her hand to pump at the base. His hand made her way into her hair. The next few minutes were spent alternating between licking and sucking, steadily increasing her speed as curses fell from Milo's lips.

His hand snuck around her neck, brushing her hair to the side in the exact same way Lu had down that afternoon, and Andy didn't have to question whether it was deliberate or not. A shiver rolled down her spine and she moaned around him.

''Fuck… Andy…'' his head rolled back before looking back down at her, the sight of his dick disappearing into her eager mouth almost being too much for him. ''You're so hot when you're sucking my cock…'' He could feel tightness in his lower belly and knew that he was close. His hand pulled her head away, his dick falling out with a pop.

She looked up at him, not yet getting up, her hand still on him, swiping her thumb over the tip. He pulled her up to him, their lips meeting as he pushed her jeans further down. He pushed her backwards, her hips hitting the dresser and she winced at the pain. Her fingers were quickly unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and running up and down his body- she pulled away and pulled off her own shirt as well.

Milo stepped back, looking her up and down, his eyes landing on her still bra-clad chest. She could see the lust in his eyes and reached behind her, letting the bra fall down her arms and unto the floor. If at all possible his pupils dilated even more. He reached out a hand to her, flicking her nipple with one hand while the other one attempted to draw her closer. Her lips were close to his ear, ''I want you to fuck me,'' she whispered in his ear, hearing a groan escape his mouth, ''so. hard.'' Pushing his hand away she pulled off her jeans and turned around, leaning over the dresser- looking at Milo in the mirror above the dresser.

His warm hand started on her ass before running up her spine, keeping her in place. His other hand snuck down between her legs, first one finger and then another moving inside of her. She looked up at him in the mirror, watched him as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her juices off of them. The wicked smile that spreads on his face made her swallow hard, made her want him even more.

He pumped his finger into her a few more times before circling her swollen clit, and she couldn't help but push back against him, feeling his hard dick against her. Her eyes were closed, face scrunched up as she waited impatiently for him to finally fill her up the way she has been wanting him to since her eyes met his that afternoon. Still, his fingers weren't a terrible alternative.

Their eyes met in the mirror again, her face flushed as she kept moaning. ''I want you inside of me,'' she managed to utter between moans.

Not having to be told twice he withdrew his fingers again, lining himself up against her opening and pushed inside- filling her up to the hilt in one swift motion. Her hands were looking for something to hold on to, eventually digging her nails into the edge of the wooden dresser, wishing she could scratch her nails down Milo's back instead. With his hands on her hips he waited before moving, wanting to give her a moment to adjust. She was too impatient though, bouncing back against him in a steady rhythm.

He looked down at where their bodies were joined. The sight of himself disappearing into her, her ass bouncing against his upper thighs… He swallowed hard. This was new. Usually he was the one to set the rhythm, moving in a way that worked best for the both of them as she managed to meet him halfway. It was not exactly unwelcome though. He could feel her clench around him every time he almost slipped out of her, and it made something inside him twitch. Nothing had ever felt better.

His eyes fell on her face in the mirror. A concentrated look had crossed her face, her mouth slightly open as she failed to hold back noise after noise. Watching her like this was fascinating to him. Knowing that he could make her feel like this was enough to make him forget all the worries in the world.

''You feel so good,'' she said, her back arching slightly.

His breathing was becoming faster, sweat dripping down. ''I want to make you feel so damn good,'' he said. He could feel her start to lose her rhythm, moving faster and faster and more erratic by the moment and he could feel her twitch around him. He grabbed the edge of the dresser, his body half covering hers, and taking over.

His hand reached around her, pulling on her taut nipple and eliciting another whimper from her. Deciding to abandon her breasts for a second he grabbed one of her hands, moving it down to her clit before continuing his attack against the hard peak.

Every part of her body was on fire, every muscle tightening and relaxing over and over again, her legs were shaking but she knew Milo would keep her up. She was not exactly keen on cursing but she couldn't help herself, her brain in complete overdrive whilst at the same time completely unable to form a single coherent thought. Every single orgasm she had seemed to roll right into the next one and she bit so hard on her lip she could taste blood in her mouth. Her eyes were already closed but her vision became even darker before simply completely disappearing. She knew that if she was able to produce any sound she would be screaming, but even her voice seemed to have given out.

His cock was still slamming into her in that perfect rhythm which he managed to keep steady even as he came undone. His sweaty body fell onto hers, and she could feel his warmness filling her, her twitching around him milking every last drop from him.

Neither of them knew how long they stood there before Milo was the first one to somewhat regain his senses. He pulled away and watched Andy slip to the floor, her legs unable to keep her up. He slipped down to the floor next to her and pulled her close to him, his face buried in her hair. He moved his hand down to between her legs and rubbed her clit a few more times, her whole body shaking underneath his touch.

''Oh my god,'' she finally managed to get out.

He nodded in agreement before getting up and making his way into the bathroom, taking a leak and getting warm washcloths for the both of them. She gratefully accepted it from him and looked up at his naked form in front of her. He was still half hard and she has to resist the urge to lean forward and taste him again.

Milo sat down on the bed and after a few minutes she made her way over to him, sitting down as well. ''Do you want something to eat?'' He asked. ''Maybe some room service.'' His suggestion hung in the air as he picked up the phone. He looked over to Andy who was still quiet. ''Andy?''

She swallowed hard. ''I should be heading home,'' she said as she got up and started gathering her clothes. ''Corrina gets off at 10; I need to be home before then.''

He shook his head with a smile, ''pulling guard duty, huh?''

She put on her jeans, ignoring the fact that he was staring at her unclad chest unabashedly. ''Well, after all Dr. Mom needs to tuck her girl in tonight.''

''You are a wonder Andy,'' he said, watching her look for her bra. A groan came from her. ''No, no, I marvel how you do it all, the patients, the clinic, Jesse, Lizzy… me.''

She turned to him. ''Doing you makes the other things a lot easier,'' she said with a grin as she reached for her shirt. She slid into his lap, glad that he hadn't bothered to put anything on yet. ''Going through my day knowing that at the end I'll have your hard, hot cock inside of me…'' she was sucking on his neck and could feel his hand coming up to cup her boob over her shirt, ignoring his groaning.

Her lips were on his again, sucking on his bottom lip, trying to tear herself away to go home at last. The only thing that was important in that moment was feeling Milo against her; surely Lizzy was old enough to tuck herself in now? She shook her head and got up. She walked over to the mirror, running a hand through her hair and trying to ignore the hickey forming on her neck.

''Will I see you tomorrow?'' Milo asked, coming up behind her and pulling her against him, kissing her neck.

She sighed. ''You know what happened tonight, it doesn't solve anything,'' she said, pushing him away slightly.

He frowned at her. He was only half listening to what she said, really just wanting to tear her clothes off and throw her down onto the bed. ''Hmm?''

''Lu.''

That got his attention. He finally looked back up at her eyes, already looking for the words to describe his feelings about the matter. His memory of that afternoon's events came bubbling to the surface, the jealousy he had felt in that moment, the claiming look in Lu's eyes. It all looked so natural; the two of them so close together. And it killed him.

''I don't want to keep having the same fight over and over again,'' Andy said. She could see in his eyes that his post-orgasm glow was quickly fading. She hated that they kept having to have this discussion but the only alternative was ignoring it until it broke them up again.

''So what do you want to do?'' He asked, slightly turning away from her. After a moment he opted to sit back down again, trying to create some distance between them without making it obvious to her.

She grabbed her jacket. She had been anticipating this question all evening. ''How about you take the next couple of days to figure out what you want? Decide if you can live in a world where I have feelings for someone else… Decide under what circumstances you can be with me,'' she said. She lifted his chin up with a single finger, ''with our combined brain power we oughtta be able to figure something out.''

Andy walked over to the door, opening it before looking back at him. ''I love you,'' she said, closing the door and leaving before he could respond. She didn't want to know.