A/N: I needed some happy fluff for our Bama Boy after the last chapter of All Soulled Out and a little Laddie is it. Only 1-2 more chapters after this. So, enjoy and to all of your romantics out there. Happy Valentine's Day!

Chris LaSalle climbed out of bed with a bit of a warm nervous feeling in his stomach as he reached for the fresh t-shirt and raked it over his head before making his way to the kitchen in search of something warm and caffeinated to breathe life into his wrecked body.

Last night had been a night of firsts; a first date with Addie Watkins to be exact; a little dinner, and a lot of- He felt like a bit of a scoundrel for the way the things had turned out and now wasn't quite sure of where they were headed.

Where did you go when for all practical purposes they had skipped dinner and dove in head first for dessert? Since Savannah's death he'd become quite good at that, but he had to say with Addie he felt a little guilty. He hadn't planned for things to turn out that way, but they'd got to kissin' and one thing led to another, allowing nature to take it's lusty course.

"Hey Chris, where do you keep your coffee?"

He couldn't help but smile a lopsided grin as the ribbed wife-beater, tank top that covered Addie's tantalizing upper body rose up above her lacey hipster panties, exposing her taut stomach as she stretched to retrieve two coffee mugs from the top shelf of his kitchen cupboard.

It had been a pleasure making love to her last night. Chris thought running his tongue over his upper lip. Stripping her down out of that Khaki uniform, pulling the bun out of her hair so that it spilled around framing her face, and then taking that gorgeous, perfect, slender, hour glass, form into his arms. There was just something about making love for the first time that really turned him on and not the one night stand version that he'd accustomed himself with but, truly being with someone he cared about. Well, he hadn't felt this way since he'd first bedded Savannah.

Chris had been all for waiting a respectable amount of time before consummating his new relationship with the pretty LT. Commander. But he'd under estimated the willingness of the Naval Intelligence Office. He knew that as soon as she came inside and tossed off that cute little Khaki hat that he was a goner. What had started off as some quality cuddling time on the couch quickly turned into a wild abandon in the bedroom with Addie eagerly meeting him move for move.

"Chris, the coffee?"

He blinked, pulling himself back to the present, before shuffling his way over to her. "It's in the refrigerator. Helps tuh keep the chicory from going bad."

"I'll have to remember that." Addie smiled into his lips. "But for the record, I don't care for chicory." She was a bold flavor, black coffee straight up kind of girl.

"It's an acquired taste." LaSalle grinned at her with a smile that reached his eyes. It was the kind of smile that made other women go weak in the knees.

"So are you." Tugging on his t-shirt, she pulled him into more than chaste good morning kiss.

Chris licked his lips, savoring the fresh flavor that had come from her mouth. "Mmm…minty"

"I hope you don't mind I used your toothbrush." Addie said, pursing her lips to hide a grin. Sharing a toothbrush after doing intimate things to one another just seemed like par for the course.

LaSalle's brow perked up, "Did ya now?"

"Didn't figure you'd mind after where your mouth was last night. That's quite a talent you got there." she teased watching his cheeks pinken up.

Chris rubbed the back of his neck. Perhaps they had let things get out of hand considering it was their first time. Maybe he should have taken things a little bit slower, been a little more tender and loving instead giving into primal need. But Addie had certainly seemed to enjoy it or at least that was the impression he'd got by the noises she'd been making. He'd taken her to the moon and back.

Oh, he'd gotten some pleasure out of it too and more than once when Addy had woken him up just a few hours later for round two, taking him by surprise. Man, the woman definitely knew how to wake a man up!

"Sharin' a toothbrush, that's a pretty serious offense." He quipped, settling his hands on either side of her hips.

Addie's arms wound playfully around his neck as she leaned in, her nose bumping up tenderly against his. "What's my punishment?" she whispered, huskily into his mouth.

Damn. He was under her spell again not that he minded. No sir, he intended to enjoy every moment of it. But there was something about her kiss that made his insides literally melt.

Ever since Savannah had died, he had to force himself to go through the motions with other women and ended up with a void in the center of his chest. But with Addie there genuinely seemed to be something there at least on his end.

He was falling blissfully, head over heels for the pretty LT. Commander. And he was falling fast. When he was growing up Cade had always teased him that he fell in love too fast and rather easily and at the moment he supposed that true to some extent. But like Savannah, they had history. He knew Addie, had worked with her for close to three years before she was sent off to deployment.

So it wasn't like this was the love at first sight garbage or anything. He felt safe with her and he was more than willing to take the risk.

"Ya have tuh drink my coffee," he grinned at her when the kiss finally broke.

She looked at him, before rolling her eyes and making a small sound that resembled a scoff.

"I'm just teasin'." He clutched her face, kissing her quickly. "If ya get dressed, I'll take ya out."

"Café DuMonde?" she asked making his heart swell at the sight of her chestnut irises lighting up at the thought of fresh warm beignets drenched in powdered sugar.

"Their coffee has chicory." Chris stated rather plainly as her hands splayed over the heather grey cotton t-shirt that was covering his chest.

"Forget, the coffee, baby, I'm all about the sugar. But if you rather we can just stay here and I'll make you something special."

"Ya cook?"

"Unt..huh, not at all." Her big oval shaped eyes lit up mischievously.

Oh lord, she had that look again. The one that said she was going to devour him.

Again.

Not that he minded, other than the fact that he was already physically spent combined with the fact that morning had already begun to slip away from them and they would need to be getting ready for work soon.

"Café DuMonde it is then." He quipped making her scoff playfully again as she latched onto his hand, tangling his fingers with her own.

"Fine. But get one thing straight, LaSalle. We are definitely going to have to work on your stamina, if you want this girl to continue comin' around."

"Is that fact?" Chris quipped secretly pleased that she seemed to want to continue what they had started last night. Leaning in, his hand slid around her neck anchoring it in anticipation of a long, steamy kiss. His lips barely touched hers when his phone began playing a familiar ring tone, pulling them apart.

"Work"

Addie nodded, accepting the fact that their first official date if that's what you could call it was over. But truth be told they had never actually made it to the date part, one kiss and they had jumped straight to- which was something she should feel a bit embarrassed about but she didn't.

"You should wear a collared shirt today." She said, inspecting the side of his neck. "That Taser burn still looks pretty nasty."

"The Taser burn is on the other side." Chris pointed out feeling his face flush for a second time as she smirked playfully at him with her luscious plump lips that he so anxiously wanted to dive back into.

"I know." She quipped letting him twist in the fact that she had left darken playful love bites at the based his throat and collarbone near the point of the charioted artery. It was a bit distasteful, an act of hormonal teenagers to the say the least and very unbecoming of a Naval Officer. But after the things he had done to her, well needless to say he deserved something in return.

Addie watched him as he turned heading for the shower and wondered what he thought of her. Normally, she was the type of woman who liked to be romanced, gauging a man until the time was right. It wasn't her style to sleep with a guy on the first date. Though in this case, she was beyond happy that it had happened. And who's to say that right time couldn't happen on a first date?

Chris LaSalle was a beautiful man and an even more beautiful person she thought not even bothering to control the swelling feeling of joy in her chest as he called out to her over of his shoulder.

"Hey, Watkins. You comin'?"