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Title: Hallway
Summary: They at least attempted to have a real date.
Note: So, a long time ago I was prompted about the "caught be three of your friends" in Nightmares and Daydreams. I am finally getting around to #3. Just a quick little fun thing, because the other things I'm working on are stalled for the moment. Pre married.

They had only made it to one drink in at Andie's before calling it early on their "date." They had planned on dinner, something official. Instead, she had caught his eyes over the rim of her glass, and he had squinted a smile at her. They had leaned in closer, and his hands started to wander across the edge of her dress.

They made it to the pavement before their dinner reservations were canceled and her apartment's address was barked at the taxi driver. They had barely managed to keep away from each other in the back of the cab, though heat was palpable in the enclosed space. Once she made it into the stairway, they couldn't stop touching each other.

Emma stopped at the third to last step, catching his mouth as she stumbled backwards toward the door. He hummed into her, tongue sweeping across hers and then falling to the side, catching her jaw and down back to her earlobe. Her eyes nearly rolled into her head at the feeling and she grabbed his hand and tugged.

They stumbled together out of the stairwell, Emma almost tripping as she tried to keep a steady pace with him still clung to her. She sighed pleasantly, chasing hands across her body before she dug a hand into her purse. She needed to get them inside now.

Her keys dangled from her hand, but she barely registered them as he pulled her body into his, lips hot and wet on her neck. Her eyes fluttered and she tangled one arm up and through his hair, holding him in place. "I need—inside," she muttered.

He made a noise of agreement and then cradled her hips against his own, hands crossing over her body as his teeth sunk into her skin. "Inside, yes," he said, accent low and rumbly and very, very suggestive. He grasped her hips and spun her around, capturing her mouth in almost the same action.

Emma was suddenly very glad she wore a skirt when she felt his hands trailing the hem. He brushed a thumb just beneath, across her inner thigh, and she shivered, then hooked her knee over his leg. He made a low, pleased growl and she kissed him hard in response.

His hand trailed up as he pressed her down onto the wall, the roughness of his jeans scratching her sensitive skin as her skirt creeped further up. She bit down a moan as his fingers moved over, brushing past lace and—

Her mind whited out. She sucked in a breath and moved to scrape her teeth across his earlobe, the closest bit of skin she could reach as he bent to minimize their height difference. A few moves and her head lolled back, hitting the door and she tried to move with him.

"Graham—" she bit out, then gasped lowly. She could feel his smug smile on her skin before he laved her pulse point. He moved on to a particularly sensitive spot just as he made good on his suggestion after the tease, and she made fists of her hands on his shirt as she choked out another gasp.

"A-hem."

She blinked rapidly at the sudden throat-clearing, her vision suddenly clearing as he dropped her legs as if they burned him.

Together, they moved their faces in unison to face the dreaded intrusion.

Ritu, Sam, and a woman she didn't know stood at the end of the hall just outside the stairwell. Sam had a single arched brow, and Ritu and the woman's mouths were dropped open. Sam's body seized as if stifling a laugh, and then Ritu crossed her arms in front of her. "Graham, I presume?"

Graham raised a hand and then visibly hesitated. He thought better of his first impulse and wrapped it around her waist and pulled her to block him. "Yes. You must be Ritu."

Emma's blush deepened as she realized why she was so utterly thankful that neither party attempted to shake hands in greeting considering just where his had been.

Ritu moved gracefully across the opposite wall, dragging her husband along with her. "Yes, it is good to finally meet you," she said.

The younger woman held up a hand timidly. "Hi."

Ritu nodded. "Emma, you haven't met my cousin Radha, have you?"

The younger woman looked absolutely flustered, and Emma choked out something that may have been a greeting. Her face heated up considerably, only now just recalling that Ritu had mentioned that her relatives would be visiting from Canada. At the very least, her aunt and her mother were nowhere in sight.

Sam grinned, the slight gap between his teeth shaving years off his face and eliminating all severity to his expression. "Dinner and a show. Who woulda thought?"

Ritu elbowed his side as Emma's mortification increased. "My husband, Sam," she said to Graham by way of introduction. "He doesn't get out all that much. Though this is perhaps a little more than either of us are used to," she said, amusement clear.

Emma's mouth opened and closed a few times, and then finally she squeaked out a, "sorry?"

Ritu smiled graciously, and jangled her keys in front of them teasingly. "Emma, you do know how these things work, don't you?"

Emma looked down at the hallway floor, catching sight of her abandoned housekey on the rug outside her home. "Momentary lapse," she managed.

She shook her head and chuckled as she put her own key in her door. "So this is why you wanted the boys shipped off to Gia's, eh?"

She huffed a muffled noise of concession and buried her face into his shoulder. She had been more than a little excited when Henry came to beg her to let him go to the sleepover. It had been a few days since she and Graham had any alone time.

Of course, she had forgotten that having the kid away didn't mean the hallway was clear from other eyes.

She grimaced and tried to smile at her friend, trying to convey her apologies to Ritu and certainly Radha. Sam was taking too much pleasure in this situation for her to turn to him as well.

Graham shook a little, and she startled as she realized – he was actually laughing.

He was awful.

And despite it all, she still felt the burning of want as he flattened as hand across her stomach, holding her to him.

Ritu grinned and shoved her husband inside the apartment and then ushered in her cousin. She turned to them once again, eyebrow arched. "Graham, dear, aren't you a detective?"

He cleared his throat and smiled, dimples barely showing under his scruff. "Yes, I am."

She smirked. "Then you should know the laws regarding public indecency, shouldn't you?"

She didn't wait for an answer and instead only shut the door, a muffled "go inside, you animals!" barely heard from Sam.

Emma groaned and slumped back against him, shaking her head all the while. "I blame you," she bit out.

He was still grinning wide, pupils still blown. "Okay," he said flippantly.

She pulled her lip though her teeth and looked up at him. She moved her hands down his shirt and caught in his belt loops. "So, I'm thinking you have to finish what you started."

"Oh, yeah?" he said, leaning in.

She nodded. "Mm hmm, but this time … actually inside the apartment."