A/N: So as you might have noticed, I changed the rating from K to M. This would be because of this next chapter, which, as you can see, is titled Sex Therapy. Enjoy!
Sex Therapy
She didn't even bother going to her own apartment. He was about to start the car when she silently opened the door and slipped into the passenger's seat. He just looked at her with a raised eyebrow and received a glare in return. He started the car and shifted into drive and pulled away from the Navy Yard.
It had started in the elevator. He had slipped his hand under her shirt and had been lightly caressing her skin with his fingertips. The result had sent her wild. She bit her lip hard and turned to stare at him, lust and passion in her eyes. He pressed his lips to hers and she responded hungrily. He pressed her against the back of the elevator, hips grinding against hers. She pulled him closer, as close as she could. Then, the elevator dinged and they reluctantly pulled apart, only to start again in the hallway. He fumbled with his keys, her back up against his door. Finally he managed to open the door and they fell inside.
As soon as they were inside, the clothes came off, thrown wildly around the apartment. They made it to the couch and sank into it, their lips still together. He ran his hand up and down her side, causing her to shiver and moan. Then he ran her hand down her leg making her breath hitch. She wrapped her arms around him and dug her nails into his back. He moved his mouth off of hers and began kissing the edge of her jaw and then moved down to her collarbone. She moaned again and her stomach quivered. He entered her and they began the ascent to passion.
In the morning they woke up tangled together on the couch, still naked. She looked at her face, so peaceful, and smiled. He loved this woman with all his heart, and no bad day could change that.
A/N: Yeah, I know, smutty and short, but deal with it. Hit that little blue button, please…. :(