A/N: Yeah, so this story was this cute and funny idea I had. Uutil I started writing it. It totally evolved from my original vision, but I'm glad you guys are enjoying it. Thank you for all the reviews so far!

Warning: This chapter is sort of mature. I don't think it's too bad, but I'm just warning you. I kinda struggled with how far to take it. So, let me know what you think!

Friday:

I wake up to the smell of pancakes. Wilson is just finishing eating when I enter the kitchen. He glances at me. "Good morning."

"Morning." I say, pouring a cup of coffee.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Wilson smile. It's the first words we've said to each other since Wednesday.

"I left you some pancakes." Wilson says, pointing to the plate next to the stove.

"Thanks." I'm a little surprised but I accept it as the opening negotiations of a peace offering. Pancakes won't win me over that easy. I take a bite. "Oh my..."

Wilson smiles smugly as he puts his dishes in the sink. "I'll see you later"

Work was a lot less tense than it has been. Wilson and I actually acknowledged each other. When I get home, I decide to move on to step two of the peace negotiations.

"Let's go." I say as soon as I enter the apartment. Wilson looks at me curiously from the couch.

I'm halfway down the hall before I ask, "Aren't you coming?" I smile when I hear Wilson hurry off the couch.

I let my coat fall to the floor. I toss my cane to the side as well. Wilson stands and watches me silently.

"So..." Wilson looks confused.

"Wanna have sex?" I kick off my shoes and socks.

"What?"

I roll my eyes. "Sex. I want to have sex. I'm asking if you would like to join me in this activity."

"Shouldn't... Shouldn't we talk...or something first?"

I push Wilson on the bed and kiss him roughly. I start unbuttoning his shirt. "Why? So we can both say we're sorry when we don't mean it? Let's skip that."

Wilson pushes me away. "What does this mean though?"

I sigh and take my shirt off. "I don't care. We'll figure it out afterwards!"

"But..." Wilson seems to be struggling with words as I unbutton his pants. I pull his pants off him. "We... should...We can't go on like this."

I grin wickedly. "I know." I tease Wilson lightly through his boxers. "These... get in the way. They just have to go."

Wilson closes his eyes. I consider it a victory and I pull his boxers off. I rest my hand on his chest and kiss him. "I hate you sometimes..." Wilson mutters.

I smile. "How 'bout now?"

"The jury is still out."

I slide my hand lower. "How 'bout now?" I ask teasingly.

Wilson gasps. "I win." I say softly in Wilson's ear.

Wilson's eyes open and he smiles. "I don't think so." With those words, Wilson moves and pins me to the bed, kissing me so hard that it takes my breath away.

"Oh my..." I pant.

Wilson glances at the clock. "It's almost midnight." He says, sounding amazed.

"It's good to know that you were as pent up with sexual energy as I was."

"Are you kidding? I'm surprised you were able to keep up with me." Wilson laughed.

I try my best to look offended but fail. "I actually popped a couple of extra Vicodins before I came in." I admit.

"So, I win. Right?" Wilson asks, nonchalantly.

"Are you insane? I totally win!"

Wilson laughs. "You can't keep your hands off me." He teases.

I lay on my side and prop myself up on my elbow and stare at Wilson. "Me? You're the one who wanted to talk! I reduced you to a blubbering idiot with just one touch!"

"But you initiated this. You need me."

"Hey! I could have done this on my own. I was being kind when I invited you to join!"

"Yes, because you're so generous!" Wilson says sarcastically. Wilson kisses me, his lips are still brushing against mine when he says, "It has nothing to do with what I can do?"

Now it's my turn to be speechless. I have to admit if I had to choose what I loved most about Wilson in bed, it would have to be what he can do with that mouth.

"I thought so." Wilson says at my speechlessness. Wilson looks like he's getting comfortable to go to sleep.

"No, I don't think so. Back to the couch with you." I say, forcibly pushing off the bed. He lands on the floor with a loud thud and a stream of obscenities.

"What? I thought..." Wilson says.

"I said we'd see afterwards."

"This is why I wanted to talk!" Wilson yells, putting his boxers back on. "You said we were skipping the meaningless apologies."

"That doesn't mean I would ignore a sincere apology." I point out.

Wilson gives me a look of complete disbelief. "You started this! I'm the one who should be demanding an apology from you!"

I just shrug and move so I'm laying diagonally across the bed. I make a content noise and close my eyes.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry for what happened." Wilson says softly.

I open my eyes and look at him. "I know you are." I say truthfully. I could tell the moment he saw Stacy that he was sorry. He was probably sorry for taking my pills even before he saw me.

Wilson blinks at me. "I'm still not letting you back in bed." I say, nonchalantly. I wrap the blanket tighter around me and close my eyes. It'll be easier to sleep without him in bed next to me now that his pillow smells like him again.

I can't help but smile when I hear Wilson make a frustrated noise and stomp down the hallway. "That's the last time I have sex with that jerk without negotiating the terms first!" Wilson mutters as he leaves.