So, those of you who have been reading this and especially those of you who are members of the SMK fan fiction group on Facebook know that my plan is to dirty up each episode. What you don't know is that my plan is also to keep them out of a bed for as long as possible. So, here is my next attempt at that. For this one, they are taking a slight detour from Lee visiting Walt. I hope you like it.

Chapter 3-I Want a Woman

"If Thoughts Could Kill"

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"Yeah, that's what I want!" Lee shouted, not caring who heard him. "I want a woman!" He was being childish and he knew it, but she was so annoyingly cheerful and trying to get him to be cheerful when all he wanted to do was wallow in his pain and misery. She was a mother. Why didn't she get that? Was she this way with her kids too?

"Well I think you'd just better stop this right now because I will not get you a woman!" Amanda fired back in exasperation. Had he failed to notice that she was a woman? In addition, she was a woman who'd been putting up with a lot from him in this assignment to keep him in line and make sure that he was taking care of himself and getting the rest that he needed. She found herself briefly distracted by a passerby and said, "Hello," before turning her attention back to Lee. "Now, you can just think of something else." She knew that he'd like nothing better than to just give into the pain and give up, but she was determined not to let that happen. She didn't let her children give up when they were down and she wouldn't let him either. It struck her in that moment just how very much like looking after her children this assignment of keeping Lee in line was.

"Okay, I wanna' go in that room," Lee said with a pout, gesturing to Walt Kimball's room as he made his way toward it. He was soon halted by Amanda firmly tugging on the back of his robe as she dragged him away from the door.

"You're not allowed in there," she hissed. "Please don't get me in trouble again." She'd had more than enough trouble from him already and not even just at the hospital, but also at home with her family mad at her.

"Well, don't you think you owe me," he demanded as he held up the candy bar that had started their argument, his expression more petulant than before.

"Gimme' that," she sniped as she snatched the unwanted candy from his hand.

"Anyway, it is item number three on my list of things to do," he stated blandly while pulling out a list from the pocket of his robe. "It is important to organize your day a step at a time."

"When did you start all this list stuff anyway," Amanda asked curiously, as it was not like him to be so organized.

"Since..." Lee's agitation grew because try as he might, he couldn't seem to come up with an answer to her question. "Just don't let anyone in here, will ya," he ordered her as he attempted to make his way into the forbidden room, but was once again stopped by Amanda tugging on the back of his robe.

"Are you completely crazy?" she barked. She had to think of a way to stop him from going in there and in her desperation, she pulled him to the other side of the hall, and then pushed him into the room across from it, which she knew from her volunteer works was a storage room. She closed the door behind them. "You're going to get both me and yourself in trouble." She then steered him toward rickety desk chair and gave him hard shove toward it, the crutch in his hand clattering to the floor.

"Oof," he groaned. "What the hell was that for?" He hobbled around to glower at her, but the pain in his knee forced him to sit in the chair that she'd practically thrown him toward.

"You're supposed to be staying off that knee and out of that room. If I have to lock you up in here to make you do that until your next round of tests, then that's exactly what I'm going to do." Just how she was going to keep a highly-trained federal agent locked up, she hadn't the faintest clue. It helped a bit that he was partially disabled right now, but still, even that wouldn't deter him for long. She already knew him well enough to know just how determined he could be when he wanted something. She'd found that out the hard way in his arms.

"Oh, well if you're not going to let me into Walt's room then you still owe me a real treat," Lee whined. "You got me all worked up, expecting some great surprise and all you had for me was a lousy candy bar. I need a better treat than that." He gave her a salacious look, reminding her again of their private moments together.

Amanda firmly clicked the lock in place and approached him. "You want a real treat," she crooned in a low husky voice as she knelt in front of him and ever-so-slowly slid her hands up his pajama-clad legs. She knew this was far from her instructions from Mr. Melrose, but he'd given her orders to look after Lee and keep him out of trouble... If this was the only way to do that, then so be it. She would willingly make that sacrifice for the good of her country. Sacrifice, ha! her inner voice taunted her.

Lee felt himself growing hard as Amanda's nimble fingers deftly untied the drawstring at his waist freeing him from his pajama bottoms. "Amanda, what are you doing?" he questioned, alarm bells going off in his head, yet excitement stirring through him at the same time.

"Shhh," she said placing a finger to his lips to silence him and whispered to him in her low, raspy voice, "You said you wanted a woman and I'm a woman."

He groaned as she started slowly by running her hand up and down his shaft. She teased him slightly to pay him back for being such a jerk. When she heard the loud exhalation of breath he let out, a breath she knew was partially in anticipation and partially in frustration, she finally gripped the base of him firmly while she covered him with her mouth and took in all of him that she could. He gritted his teeth as she worked her mouth up and down his length, trying to stifle his groans, knowing there were people walking up and down the halls outside. When his arousal intensified, he could no longer hold back and groaned loudly, "Ohhhh."

Amanda pulled her mouth from him with a loud pop and hissed, "Shhh, someone will hear you."

"I don't care,' he growled as he grasped her wrists, pulled her onto his good knee and kissed her soundly. His tongue probed her mouth the way he was now longing to probe her body after her assault on his manhood. He began sliding his hand up her skirt along her long slender thigh. "Turn around," he demanded when he broke their kiss that left them both gasping for breath. He couldn't quite figure out what it was about this simple housewife that could bring out the most primal desire in him, but every time he was with her, he found his mind drifting places it shouldn't go.

'Turn around?" Amanda questioned warily. What exactly did he have in mind? She had only planned to keep him distracted and under her control so that she wouldn't get in trouble with the hospital or with Mr. Melrose. What better way to distract any man that with a blow job? She'd never met a man yet that she couldn't control that way.

"Yeah, turn around." He invited her back onto his lap, lightly patting his other thigh to indicate what he wanted from her.

"I don't know about that," she replied uneasily. He was injured and she didn't want to risk hurting him. That would only serve to make him even more surly that he already had been.

"You really wanna' give me a treat, then let me have my treat my way," he growled low in her ear.

"Ok-ay-ay." she said hesitantly. She was still unsure as she complied, turning with her back to him as she carefully straddled his thighs taking great care to avoid his injured knee, wondering again what he had in mind. She didn't have to wait long to find out as he soon had both hands under her skirt, one stroking her center while he penetrated her with the other. "Aaahhh," she sighed as his touch. God, he's good with his hands, she couldn't help thinking as he stirred the fire that was always present when he was around, but she tried to keep firmly tamped down. She decided that she was wrong and this was nothing like looking after her children. She'd never back down or give into the boys so easily. As he increased the pressure, all thoughts of her children vanished and she cried out, "Lee!"

"Shhh, someone will hear you," he hissed in her ear as he removed his finger from her, slid her panties aside and replaced his finger with his shaft while he still stroked her, his free hand now grasping her right breast as she rocked backward against him, deepening their connection. He buried his face in her shoulder to muffle his cries of pleasure as he pushed up into her while she, in turn pushed back against him creating a perfect rhythm to give them both the most pleasure.

Amanda brought her arm up to her mouth stifling her primal cries in the bulky fabric of her sweater as the sensations Lee was giving her intensified. When she'd dragged him into this room, she'd only intended to take care of him to keep him distracted. Now, he was giving her more pleasure than she felt she could stand as he pulsed inside her and stroked her relentlessly, urging toward her pinnacle. "Mmm," her muffled cries sounded.

"Oh, yes, Amanda," Lee murmured in her ear as he increased the pressure he was applying to her, knowing she was close. "Come hard, I wanna' feel you come."

"Lee!" she cried as her orgasm hit her in wave after wave of pleasure at the same time that she felt his warm seed spilling within her, and heard him moaning low in her ear causing the sensations within her to intensify even further at know what she was doing to him. How could she ever be with another man after this? There was nothing else like the way she felt in his arms or with him inside of her.

Both quaking and sweating profusely in the stuffy room, they sat like that together for a long moment; the only sound in the room their heavy breathing as they came down from their mutual high together. When his breathing and his heart rate had finally slowed enough to speak, Lee said, "Now, that was a treat."

Amanda couldn't help but laugh and teased, "Good. I bet that wasn't on your list of things to do."

"No, but it definitely should have been," Lee fired back and then added with a chuckle. "I guess you really did bring me a woman."

"I guess I did," she responded as she carefully rose from his lap. "But not really, if you think about it because I told you out there that I am a woman."

"Yes...you...are." He punctuated each word and gave her a devilish grin as looked her up and down salaciously while she hurried to straighten her clothing and smoothed the wrinkles out of her Bedside Bluebell uniform.

"We should get you back to your room, so you can rest," she suggested. "After all, you just exerted a lot of energy."

"That I did," he agreed with the grin still plastered on his face as he reached for his fallen crutch and allowed Amanda to help him shakily to his feet. "Now, your hem's even more crooked," he added with a laugh.

Amanda just rolled her eyes and didn't comment. Placing one arm around him to help steady him, she used her free hand to unlock the door. She peered cautiously outside until she saw that the corridor was empty. "The coast is clear." She nodded to him as she led him out of the room.

Lee, as quickly as he could on his injured leg, made his way across the hall toward Walt's room and barked at her, "Now make sure the coast stays clear."

"Oh, will you please hurry?" she urged as she impatiently glanced at her watch. "It's getting late and Dean and I have a self-defense class."

At hearing Amanda's last comment as he entered Walt's room, Lee shut the door with more force than was necessary. Why the hell was she still seeing that guy and why was she talking about her date with him after what they'd just been doing together. How could she be in there in a hidden-away little room, allowing him to do the things he'd just done to her and for that matter doing the things she'd been doing to him, yet still have the worthless weatherman on her mind? He shook off those nagging thoughts and tried to focus on the task at hand. Why should he care anyway? It's not as if Amanda were his girlfriend after all. Sure, they had had a couple of go-rounds that were...well, pretty damn hot, if it did say so himself, but still, why should that mean that he had to keep fixating on her. It wasn't as if he'd never had good sex before. But not as good as her, he reminded himself.

Amanda, left in the hallway by herself, shook her head at the door being abruptly slammed in her face and muttered, "He doesn't care." Her own words struck her, sending a painful stab of longing through her. She didn't have time to dwell on it though as she saw Dr. Glaser walking toward her and she had to hurry to stop him and derailed his attempts to enter Walt Kimball's room with mindless chatter about her boys and medical school.

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Amanda tangled with her self-defense instructor, trying to follow his instructions as he attacked her, soon finding herself knocked flat. While he lectured the class on proper self-defense techniques and using her failure to deflect his attack as an example, she glanced over at Dean who was sitting off to the side. She cringed a little at the worried look on his face, feeling tremendously guilty for her liaison with Lee at the hospital when it was so obvious that Dean loved her and even more obvious that Lee did not. Why couldn't she be as excited by this wonderful man who loved her and loved her children, as she was by this reckless, dangerous spy that she was hopelessly drawn to? As she pulled herself to her feet and tried again to listen to her instructor, she soon found her mind drifting and wondered if there were a way for him to teach her how to defend herself against the magnetic pull of her partner. Ha! That'll be the day. You're hooked and you know it! She shook her head and pretended that it was just shaking off the latest parry by her instructor, but in reality, it was to shake off the unbidden memories of the fire she'd felt in Lee's arms.

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Lee stood in his apartment, Looking thoroughly amused as he glanced at the stuffed duck he'd pulled from the gift box he'd found in his apartment, reading the attached card. "To Lee, hurry back, Love the steno pool." His thoughts drifted to the ladies he knew in the steno pool. "Is that Marilyn...No, it's Jessica." He then thought about it again and corrected himself, "No, that's Marilyn." His amusement soon ended at the thought of both Marilyn and Jessica. While both were fun neither had the fire that Amanda did and nether could set him on fire the way that she did. Those thoughts had plagued him through the rest of his hospital stay, even more so than the annoying dreams that he just couldn't shake.

"Probably sexual," Amanda had goaded him, but was she right? Since meeting Amanda, his libido sure as hell kicked into overdrive whenever she was around. He thought back to his irritation at the hospital when she'd mentioned her boyfriend. Was that the reason he found her so alluring, because she was unattainable? He wished he could figure it out. If he could get to the root of his fixation on her, he could probably cure himself of it. But do you really want to, a warring voice in his head questioned him.

"Yes!" he stated aloud to shut that voice up. He shook his head to get rid of those thoughts and pulled the string on the duck. As he listened to the duck's words, all thoughts of anything except killing Billy were erased from his head.

A few days later, Lee was cleaning up his apartment and found the remnants of poor Lester Duck. Well, what was left of him anyway, after Amanda had beat the shit out of the damn stuffed toy to bring him to his senses and keep him from killing Billy. He couldn't believe that he'd been so susceptible to Glaser's mind control and was that close to doing in a very good friend of his. It took another very good friend to get him out of it. He lobbed the offensive duck at his trashcan where it landed about a foot away. "Great," he grumbled as he walked over to where it had landed. He picked it up and as he did, he glowered at Lester and questioned, "Why the hell couldn't you program me to stop thinking of Amanda King so much, huh?" He violently tossed the duck into the trashcan and wondered for the umpteenth time just what kind of pull this woman had over him. Had she somehow brainwashed him? It certainly felt like it will the way he couldn't stop thinking about her. He'd have to discreetly ask the agency doctors what they'd found in Glaser's research about how to reprogram the mind...strictly for his report, of course. But you can't reprogram you heart, his inner voice reminded him.