I know it's been a few days since I updated. As my life gets less insane, I should be able to write more. Thank you for those of you who let me know you voted. I'll write to you and ask for a name or description of how you want to show up in the story.

Recap: After Stephanie breaks up with Joe, she comes home to cake and whipped cream. Then there is a lot of smut. Lots of run to write (and hopefully to read), but not much plot.

Stephanie's POV

I woke up in the morning expecting to feel Ranger behind me as I usually did. Instead, I was flat on my back in the middle of the bed, with the first glimmers of sun peeking through the window. Ranger was across the room, clipping on his utility belt.

"Morning Babe. How did you sleep?"

"Like a rock. Why didn't you wake me before you got up?"

Ranger grinned at me, coming over and pecking me on the forehead. "I needed a shower after last night, and I knew you would distract me."

I reached my arms around his neck and gave him a deep kiss, then whispered in his ear "You weren't complaining at the time. As I recall, you rather enjoyed getting all sticky."

"Babe, you got me to eat something that was pure fat and sugar. What does that tell you about how much I enjoyed myself?"

"Oh, come on. You know you worked off every calorie. And if you aren't sure you did, I'm sure we could do a bit of cardio to keep you from getting pudgy." I patted his stomach, as if it wasn't solid muscle.

"As tempting as that offer is, I have a full day, especially since we'll be gone all weekend. Lester sent me a report that you've been improving rapidly. If you want, you can go get any new skips today, but please take Lester with you on the takedowns, and get at least another 4 hours in at the range. You should also pack and bring Rex over here so we can leave early tomorrow."

It was sweet that he'd remembered Rex. I gave him one more kiss before letting him go, and he was gone.

I got up, did the shower thing, and went downstairs to Lester's cube. "I'm going to the bonds office. I'll let you know if I need any help, and then I'll be back later for more Battleship."

"Sounds good, Beautiful. I'll see you later."

I walked into the bonds office and Connie immediately pounced. "Tell me everything!"

I stared at her. "What?" I said, hoping I could put off the inevitable.

Lula spoke up from the couch. "You got that "I just got laid" look about you, and we know it wasn't the cop.

"Yeah." Connie jumped in. "No way it was Morelli. He came in earlier with a box of donuts for you, looking like hell. There's still some left."

She handed me the box. Boston Creme from Tasty Pastry, my favorite. I had a momentary flash of a time nearly 20 years earlier when I was 16 and working there as a counter girl.

Morelli had walked in a moment before closing, locking the door and flipping the sign. He had told me he was joining the Navy, and that he was finally working up the courage to tell me how he felt about me. That he would hate himself if he didn't let me know before leaving.

I'd been shy, inexperienced, and flattered that he had thought of me. And then his hands were on me, his mouth was on mine, muffling my protest at the speed of it all. Suddenly my bra was unhooked and his hands on my breasts. It was blindingly fast, but I didn't know what to do. He was strong and handsome, and I had harbored feelings about him my whole life. I wanted him to slow down, but not necessarily to stop. My experience in the Burg just hadn't prepared me for this situation, or these feelings.

And then I was on the floor, and he was over me, his hands in my panties. I didn't know what I wanted, some of what he was doing felt really good, but in the back of my mind I was screaming for him to slow down. I was so confused, trying to orient myself.

The sex itself was blessedly quick. He was caressing my breasts and had his mouth on mine the whole time. There was a moment of pain. It lessened, then increased, each time he thrust deeper. I squirmed a bit, trying to relieve some of the discomfort, but that just seemed to turn him on more. I hadn't planned on my first time being like this. I was supposed to wait for marriage, or at least college. But just like that, in the span of a few minutes on the floor of a bakery, I went from being a virgin to being...I'm not sure what the word was. Is there a word for not being a virgin? The only one I could think of was 'slut'. And I didn't want to be that.

And suddenly it was over. Joe gave a grunt, then collapsed on me. He gave me one last kiss, then stood up and buckled his pants. I was still trying to process what had happened when I heard the door open and close.

I had cleaned myself up in the bathroom, then worked on closing the store down. Somehow, I thought that I would feel different, like I was finally an adult. But I felt nothing. My hope had been to just put the whole thing behind me.

The next day I'd gotten a frantic call from my best friend, Mary Lou. "Ohmigod! What did you do Stephanie?"

"What do you mean?"

"There's graffiti all over the men's' bathrooms in town that you slept with Joe Morelli! You didn't, did you?"

So much for putting it all behind me.

"Yo, White Girl!"

Lula's voice intruded on my memories. I looked at her. "You gonna eat one of those donuts, or just stare at them?"

Honestly, it was taking all my self control to not throw the box to the floor and stomp on it. Instead I put it back on Connie's desk and grabbed a small pile of folders she had set aside for me. "I'll try to get these done today. I'm going to be out of town the next three days."

I walked out before they could ask more questions about Joe, or where I was going, or why I didn't want any donuts. I got into my car and drove a few blocks to look at the files. It was all regulars. Mooner would be easy, though I didn't have time to watch Scooby-Doo with him today. Vicki Sandals would be standing on her normal corner, peddling her knock-off purses and sunglasses. I could handle them without Lester, but Doug Browning could be trickier. He'd gotten into a bar fight and pulled a knife. His temper was nasty enough that backup was a decent idea. Doug had a 9-5 job though, so I wouldn't be able to get him until after he got home.

I pulled out my phone and called Mooner. "Yo, Dudette. What's up?"

"You missed your court date again."

"Oh, no way! Sorry about that. Want to join me for a Get Smart retrospective?"

"No time Moon-man. Can I pick you up in 20 minutes?"

"OK, see you then." I put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb. If this went well I'd grab Mooner and Vicki, drop them off at the TPD, and then go back to Rangeman for target practice. At 6 or so Lester and I would go get Doug Browning. Then I'd grab my clothing and Rex from home. And while I knew we had an early start in the morning, I had a feeling I might be able to convince Ranger to use up the half a can of whipped cream we still had.