A/N: Thanks to my wonderful friend Denese925 for helping me decide on making these one shots! Enjoy!

"Peter, where are you?" She asks as she closes the front door.

Walking toward his bedroom, Megan can smell his cologne as her eyes go big. She knows he's here, but where? Entering the room, there he is lying on the bed, naked. Smiling, she ventures over to the bed and begins grazing her fingernails over his calf muscles.

"Mmm, that feels wonderful," he groans as he flips over.

His member is standing at attention as Megan licks her lips seductively. Her mind has been on him all day long and now he is finally all hers. Kicking off her heels, she watches as Peter sits up and places his hand on her hips. He turns her around and unzips her red cotton dress. It slowly starts to fall to the floor as it pulls at her feet. She turns as his hands slide against her skin with ease. It's her turn to moan.

"I've been looking forward to this all day," Megan whispers as she crawls on top of Peter.

She smiles as she captures his lips in hers. The warmth from his tongue takes Megan by surprise as it digs deeper into her mouth. She loves that he's fighting her for dominance and she wants to lose all control. Swiftly she is turned onto her back as Megan feels Peter's lips latch onto her neck. She loves this feeling he is supplying her with. Passion; hot and wet making her lower body ach with anticipation.

"You taste so good," Peter moans in Megan's ear.

"God Peter don't stop," Megan said as she felt him sucking and biting on her right nipple. She loves this, enjoys this to no end. He is releasing her from all of her stressful and grueling work and unmade decisions.

She feels him move his hands between her legs as her body jerks in anticipation. She sees his smirk spread across his face and she hates him for it. He knows how to touch her, love her in just the right way and she hates that he knows it. Watching as his lips continue south down her body, Megan smiles as she realizes what Peter's up to. Slowly she spreads her legs and prepares her body for the best, but nothing comes. Quickly opening her eyes, Megan realizes that Peter is no longer in the room. She looks around frantically thinking she's done something wrong, but all worry cease as he steps back in the room. She relaxes back onto the bed and waits for his next movements. Her body shudders instantly as a cold object slides between her lips.

"Peter, what the hell?" Megan gasps as warm meets cold and as his tongue swipes over her clit swiftly.

Peter looks up and smiles, "Relax…I'm going to take good care of you."

Her mind is spinning and she not sure what Peter is talking about. Her body is starting to tingle and every nerve in her body is firing rapidly. She can't hold on any longer. Her arms began to flex and she grabs the sheets preparing for the ultimate orgasm.

"Megan? Megan, you ok?" ask Peter as he taps her on the shoulder. He's not sure, but she is moaning and he has no idea why. Slowly he bends down and smiles at her. He has to wake her.

She hers him calling her name but she doesn't care. She is lost in the realm of complete satisfaction and the way his tongue continues to flicker over her nub only heightens her satisfaction. "Yes Peter!"

"Megan get up?" Peter whispers in her ear. He watches as she begins to stir but doesn't say a word. He watches her as she sleeps and as she moans and murmurs. Finally, he shakes her and watches as her eyes fly open and she jumps away from his grasp.

Megan sits up quickly, composing herself before she can actually look her partner in the eyes. This couldn't be happening, had he heard her? Had she said something and he had been listening? This couldn't keep happening, this wasn't the first time she had thought about him sucking her into oblivion. This wasn't the first time she had enjoyed him biting and nibbling all over her body but this night definitely had to be the last. She couldn't keep going on like this if she wanted to remain his partner.

"Peter, what are you doing in here?" She looks around, "What time is it?"

Peter smiles, he knows something's up but he won't say a word. He has seen her glancing at him from time to time, sneaking peeks when she thought he wasn't looking. He can only imagine what she has been dreaming about. "You are fine Megan. It's eight and I didn't want you to stay here all night. You ready to go?"

Megan nodded but still doesn't look him in the eyes. She can't. Looking at him means she's giving in to temptation. Letting him know how she feels says that he had the upper hand and she can't let that happen. She continues on with her secret, reveling in her darkness, and continuing to satisfy herself with her warm, elicit fantasies of Detective Peter Dunlap.

How's that for smut? Lol hahaha I'm horrible! REVIEWS!