Yeah, it's still rated R+ cause there are some potty mouths in here! And again, the only one I don't own is Nick...

And I am officially very unhappy, I've got over 100 hits and like,1 review...it's hard to write happy things when I'm unhappy. –hint hint—

Oh, and I also don't own That 70s Show...sadly, nor do I own Coyote Ugly. I have no affiliation with the people in charge of the actual bar, Coyote Ugly, or the movie. I also don't own, nor have any association with, Dane Cook or any of the people representing him. But if you've never heard his work...you should. It's hilarious.

Chapter 4

(2 weeks later)

Shaun was released from the hospital yesterday, and everyone was trying to keep him comfortable, and helping him function with his leg cast. But because Shaun was Shaun, no amount of injuries would keep him from being himself. And his first night back he decided to have a party for the football game playing tonight.

"Hey Thomas, move your skinny ass outta the way, I hate having poles block my view of the television." Shaun joked and Thomas threw a pen at him.

"Shut up fat ass. You know you wish you had my pole like appearance." He struck a diva pose and Shaun chucked a pillow at him. Deven laughed and threw one at Thomas also, just for the Hell of it. Thomas stomped out of the room good-naturedly and went out onto the back porch to get Riley.

"Come punish the boys! They're being mean!" he whined and Riley shook her head.

"You guys are too much sometimes." She put out her cigarette and went back into the house. "So who all is comin over tonight?"

"The usual. Plus Marty, Joey, Dave, Brittany, Porsche, and Kristine."

"No. You can't. Brittany and Porsche can't be in the same room since Porsche cheated on Brittany with Marty, and then Marty cheated with Kristine, who in turn was cheating on Dave, Marty's best friend." Riley informed them and handed them two bowls of popcorn they were planning on eating for the movie they were about to watch.

"So the only one safe to come is Joey?"

"Not unless you wanna see him and Deven get into a rumble of their own." CJ piped up.

"What's up with you and Joey?" Jon asked as he came into the room.

"Uh oh. Jon's watchin the movie too, better make three more bags of popcorn Ry." Shaun joked.

"Fuck you." Jon threw a chip at Shaun, who in turn only laughed.

"Seriously, what's up with Joey and Deven?" Jon asked looking around the room, but no one who knew was talking.

"Guys?" Riley asked and Troy wandered into the room. "Hey troy, do you know what's up between Deven and Joey?"

"Yes I do, ever since Joey made a pass at you he and Deven can't be in the same room without going at it." Troy informed them and pulled his lime green scarf tighter around his neck.

"Are you hiding something Troy?" CJ asked smiling.

"No." Troy lied and Riley quickly yanked off the scarf to reveal a hickey.

"Ah! Love bite!" Shaun yelled. "Oh, speaking of love bites and people Deven can't stand, I want to invite Nick tonight." The room dropped eerily silent as everyone waited for either Deven or Riley to protest. "Ry...?"

"I heard you." She called from the kitchen.

"So..."

"You don't need my permission." She replied.

"We need his number though."

"That's easy, 911." Deven shot and Riley rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, you dumbasses go ahead and call 911 and invite Nick Stokes over to the party tonight. We'll see how that goes, and for the record, I'm not bailing any of you out of jail...again." She smirked into her glass of juice as they all moaned and rolled their eyes.

"Seriously Ry, can I invite him?"

"I don't give a fuck Shaun; do what you want as long as it doesn't involve strippers and donkeys..." The all threw pillows and popcorn at her as she walked up the stairs to Kiersten's room. "Kit! I need you." She called and Kiersten opened her door.

"What is it Chica?" The concerned blonde asked.

"The boys are planning a party; they're inviting Marty, Joey, Dave, Porsche, Brittany, and Kristine."

"Uh oh...that won't be good."

"Did you know about the feud between Joey and Deven?"

"No...But I'm kinda getting a hint."

"Joey made a pass at me and now Deven can't stand him."

Kit rolled her eyes. "That boy will be the death of us."

"That isn't even the worst part."

"What?"

"Guess who else they're inviting."

"Um...Mother Teresa?"

"No, but that would be interesting...they're inviting Nick."

She gasped. "One-night-stand Nick?" Riley nodded. "I told you, fate."

"No, they seem to really like him...although I don't know why, they hate the law and anything associated with it."

"Maybe Shaun's grateful that Nick helped catch the bastard that did that to him..."

"Or he wants to see a Royal Rumble. Anyway, what do you say you, Porsche, Brit, Kristine, and I all haul ass to the mall instead of the game?"

"You're avoiding Nick."

"Am not."

"Ry, you've had this game marked on your calendar for months...I don't even think a shoe sale would tear you away from it. You are so avoiding Nick."

"Whatever. Are you in or not?"

"Nope. And I can guarantee Brit and Porsche won't want to go with each other...so good luck with that."

Riley sighed in defeat. "It's gonna be awkward."

"More so than a few weeks ago at the hospital?"

"Hell yeah."

"Relax Hon, he probably won't even show up..."

Riley moaned anyway, "How do you deal with a one-night-stand that keeps popping up everywhere?"

"Maybe it's a sign."

"Yeah, a sign to find new friends and casual sex." Riley joked as she walked into her room to try and catch some sleep before the game tonight.

Riley walked out of her room and down the stairs to see a bunch of people already settling in. She moaned and rubbed her eyes. "What time is it?" She asked.

"About 6:35. The game should start in about a half hour." Jon called after her as she walked into the kitchen. She saw someone bent over and reaching for something in the fridge.

"Hey, whichever heathen you are, don't drink all my Kahlua." Riley said and waited for them to move out of her way. Her jaw dropped when she came face to face with her re-appearing 'casualty'. "Oh..."

"Uh...hi." He said awkwardly and moved past her to take the beer to the people in the living room. Riley snatched a Kahlua and practically ran up to her room and closed the door behind her.

"Yeah...not show up my ass." She muttered and cautiously stepped into the hallway, in search of Kiersten. That girl was so dead. She stormed into Kiersten's room and saw it was empty; a note lay on her pillow though.

Hey Chica,

Porsche, Brit, Kristine, and I all headed out to the mall...you looked so cute sleeping we decided not to wake you... :) Go back down stairs, suck it up, and cheer our team on! Just ignore Nick if you have to, ignore him, Deven, and Joey...hell just sit there and pretend it's just us girls watchin the game! Oh! And don't even think about bailing, the guys were told to turn over their keys to us (no way is anyone else getting into a car accident because of drinking and driving) and we took your car, you're stranded. So deal Chica.

Love ya bunches,

Kiersten

Riley sighed and threw the note back down on the bed. She walked into her room and got out her football jersey, and slid it over her cami shirt. She pulled her hair up in a messy bun and slid out of her boxers, and into some jeans. Figuring make-up was pointless she wandered back down stairs and slipped outside for a relaxing smoke.

She hadn't been out there two minutes until the door opened and closed, letting her know someone had joined her. Nick came into her view and she forced a smile. She nodded slightly. "Hey..."

"Hi Riley." he said and sat down.

"Mind if I smoke?" He shook his head. "You want one?" She drawled.

"Nah, I'm good."

"You sure?"

"No thanks." He said and she shrugged and popped one in her mouth.

"So, how'd they find your number? Did they call your work?"

Nick chuckled, "No, I think they looked me up..."

"Ah. I'm just glad they weren't serious about calling 911 and asking you to the party..." She realized that had come out wrong and she blushed. "I mean...I-I was goin to say-"

"It's okay Riley." He said chuckling and she blushed more. "I know what you were trying to say..."

They were quiet for a moment, until they heard Jet coming from the living room. Riley smiled and peered into the house through the glass door. She saw Thomas dancing to Cold Hard Bitch, his bright green hair freshly painted for the game.

Riley quickly finished her cigarette and stood up. "You wanna come in and watch the guys make asses out of themselves?" She asked and Nick nodded.

They walked back into the house and were greeted by Marty. "Wait, hang on." He ordered and looked over them both. He smiled in satisfaction and the stud under his lip clicked against his teeth. "Good news Shaun!" He called, "No love bites!"

Riley punched his arm and shook her head. "Does everybody know my business?" She grumbled and went into the cooler to grab a Diet Pepsi.

"Yeah well, news travels fast." Dave sneered. Riley rolled her eyes.

"And all my girl friends deserted me...I'm stuck with all these men and Thomas..." She joked and Thomas shrugged, not seeming the least bit offended. She chuckled and tossed him a Diet Pepsi. "Eh, we're the best girls anyway Thomas." She joked and everyone laughed.

Just then, Joey walked down the stairs and smiled at Riley, His jet black hair falling into his eyes, he looked just like his older brother, Marty, but less muscular and shorter, without the lip ring. "Hey Ry." He greeted and she flashed him a smile.

"Hey Joey."

"Oooohh! Sexual Tension!" Jabari joked and Riley shot him a glare.

"Shut up Jabari, how would you know what sexual tension is? It's not like you've ever experienced it." She replied, a smirk creeping up on her face.

"Burn!" Shaun exclaimed and Jabari rolled his eyes.

"Sucker play."

"Ah, now sucking is your area of expertise." She joked.

"Double burn!" Shaun exclaimed gaining more laughter from everybody.

"Hello, if you ladies are done now, the game is starting." Jon informed them, and everyone sat down to watch it. Riley sat on the floor next to Deven's recliner, an old habit for football games. Nick sat next to her, as Shaun sat in the other lazy boy and Pot Roast, Jabari, Thomas, and CJ all sat on the couch. Marty, Dave, Joey, and Jon had all pulled up chairs to sit on the other side of the coffee table, to Nick's left.

"Come on! That's a fuckin pussy call!" Riley exclaimed at the referee, Nick couldn't help but smile at the un-lady like outburst, and how all the other men were completely used to it.

"Pick up the damn ball you dumbass!" Deven yelled.

"Get your ass back on the field! Get 22 in!" Pot Roast exclaimed.

"Go! Go for it! Run faster!" Thomas cheered.

"Touch down!" The announcer called and everyone in the house, except for Shaun, stood up and gave high fives or manly hugs.

Everyone cleared out of the room for pass-time and filed outside for cigarettes. Shaun hobbled over on his crutches and snuck a cigarette from Riley's pack.

"Shaun! Put that back! You can't have cigarettes!" Riley scolded, and everyone mocked him and how he had been scolded by the baby of the room. Riley smiled at the ribbings they were giving him and leaned against the brick wall. Nick leaned against it next to her and snatched the cigarette from her mouth and took a drag. She frowned playfully, and snatched it back. "You can have one if you want, just don't take the one in my mouth."

"Nope. I want the one in your mouth." Nick replied.

She smirked and shook her head. "I think you've had a few too many beers."

"I only had four." He replied and she shrugged.

"Whatever, you're still drunk."

"No, I'm drunk." Deven replied and leaned next to her. "Ry, there's somethin on your neck."

"Get it off." She said and Deven leaned down and quickly started kissing her neck. She squealed in protest, but by the time she could get his suction cup lips off of her neck, he had already given her a hickey. "Damn boy...I think we should change your name to Hoover." She replied and rubbed her neck and the sensitive area he had claimed. Everyone laughed, and Deven just plopped down in the lawn chair, semi-satisfied.

Nick didn't bother to hide the jealousy he felt, and shot a glare at Deven.

The looked didn't go unnoticed on Tony, who responded with a prompt, "Oooohh! Someone's jealous!"

Riley blushed and rolled her eyes. "You guys are some of the biggest dumbasses I've ever had the pleasure of knowing." She replied mock-dramatically.

Nick shook his head and leaned back against the wall. "Yeah, ya'll are pretty weird."

"Why thank you. I take that as a compliment." Shaun said and everyone shook their heads.

"Let's go see if pass time's over." Riley said and they all filed into the house. Sure enough, it was just starting back into the game when everyone was settled down.

It was nearing the end of the game, there was only one touch down to go and their team would win.

"Come on...come on!" Riley begged as they football players ran down the field. "Come on! Haul ass!"

"Bring it home man! Come on!" Nick cheered.

Everyone else cheered and chanted as they scored the winning touch down. Everyone cheered and whopped and hollered. "Okay, everyone, since we're all shit faced, everyone's crashin here. Kiersten said we can use her room since her and the girls got a hotel. Everyone to your rooms!"

"Ooh, I love it when you order me around." Shaun said and licked his lips as he looked seductively at Riley. She rolled her eyes. Go to sleep Shaun, you're the only on who isn't shit faced, yet you're acting the drunkest of all."

A few minutes later everyone was sleeping in different rooms or on the couches in the back of the house, while Nick and Riley cleaned up the living room, working their way around Tony passed out on the couch.

Once it was clean Nick and Riley looked around. "Where am I sleeping?" Nick asked his accent thicker with all of the alcohol. She frowned and looked around, realizing she hadn't left a place for Nick to sleep. "I can drive home so-"

"No, I'm not risking you getting in an accident." Riley said and Nick sighed. He knew the only other place to sleep was in her bed, and with all the sexual tension lately, and the alcohol, there would definitely be some 'physical activity'. But Nick wasn't sure if sex was a good idea. He wasn't sure if Riley was ready for that.

She looked him in the eye, practically reading his mind. She stared a moment, before she turned and they walked up the stairs. She led him to the end of the hallway and opened her door, both of them slipping into the darkened room. "Riley..." Nick began and he could see her silhouette against the soft moon light pouring in though the window. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" He asked and he could hear the wheels turning in her head.

She stepped closer to him and pushed him softly against the door, planting a kiss on his lips. He started kissing her back and let his hands wander to her hips, to pull her closer to him. He picked her up and walked her over to the bed, laying her down before continuing to kiss her. He pulled back and slowly pulled the jersey above her head. She smiled as he took his time, kissing her neck, noting that he avoided the area Deven had left his mark on earlier. Riley reached down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head and discarding it to the floor.

She leaned up to kiss his pecks and frowned when she saw a thin, barely visible scar across his chest. She ran her fingers over it softly and planted a trail of kisses along it. Nick watched her do so and buried his fingers in the spiral curls that made up her red mane. She kissed her way back up his chest, neck, jaw, and then to his lips again. Nick's hand traveled down her stomach and undid the button of her jeans and slowly slid them off of her. He grabbed her long leg and began kissing his way from her hip, all the way to her ankle. He did the same with the other leg and she giggled nervously.

"What?" He whispered, smiling at her.

She giggled again and buried her face in her hand. "I'm...I'm nervous but I don't know why..."

She giggled again and planted her lips firmly against his to silence herself. She unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his hips. He slid his hands up her shirt to push it off her as he did do. He smirked at the black lace bra and panties set. "I didn't think you were the kinda girl to match."

She chuckled. "Well what's up with you...Scooby Doo? Seriously, Scooby Doo boxers?"

"What? He's a fellow investigator." He mumbled while smiling and she kissed and sucked at his neck, tickling him with her tongue. "Zoinks." Nick said in a cracked voice and she broke away giggling.

"Stop making me laugh..." She said rolling over partially. Nick was still hovering above her and he grabbed her hip gently and rolled her over on her back. He dipped his head down to claim her still restricted breast with his mouth. She bit her lip and arched her back so he could undo the clasp of her bra. He discarded the lacey garment to the floor and pulled back to look at her and let his eyes take in the form of her well defined, yet feminine physique. She stifled another giggle and pulled him by the arm so that his body covered hers. She toyed with the band of his Scooby Doo boxers and chuckled as she pushed them down his body to expose him completely.

She rolled over again and felt around her night stand for a box of condoms. She moaned when she found none. "Hang on, Shaun just bought some, they should be in his room." She snatched up her robe and threw it on while Nick shook his head in disbelief.

"Damn, that guy has a broken leg and he's still gettin some?" Nick drawled and Riley chuckled.

"Yeah well, that's Shaun. But hey, a good screw can do wonders for a wounded physique." She whispered back and slipped out of the room. Nick waited for a few minutes, and she soon returned, the box in hand. She crawled back on the bed and pulled out a condom. She unwrapped it and slid it on him slowly, and teasingly. Nick's breath became jagged and he pulled on the sash of her robe and pushed it off her shoulders. They were still on their knees when he slowly laid her back down on the mattress and hovered above her as he slid her panties off with one hand, then dipped a finger inside of her. She gasped and arched her back in surprise as he slipped another finger in and fingered her clitoris. She gasped again and bit his shoulder to keep from calling out his name. He winced, but relished in the effect he was having on her. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his large member.

She moaned and dug her nails into his shoulders, slowly sliding them down his back, and they bit into his skin. He moved his hips into hers and squeezed her hips tighter to control his moans. His name escaped her throat in a jagged moan and Nick felt his body surge. He soon after emptied himself within her and then rested his body on top of hers, careful not to crush her. She moaned as he pulled himself out of her and rolled over, discarding the condom. She slid over next to him and he pulled her partially on top of his chest. She sighed in satisfaction and looked up at him, beginning to giggle again.

"What are you gigglin about now?" Nick asked, his accent thick.

"Scooby Doo." Was all she said. Nick's jaw dropped.

"Where you thinkin about Scooby when we...?"

She shook her head, "No. I was thinkin about you, but Scooby just crept back into my mind." She continued giggling and Nick rolled his eyes.

"Leave my boxers alone." He said chuckling and she braced herself slightly above him to plant a soft kiss on his lips. She pulled away and Nick pushed a tendril from her face. "What is this?"

"A curl." She answered, looking at him oddly.

"No, I mean this." He gestured around them and she looked at him confused.

"The bed?"

"No." He said chuckling in exasperation. "See I use to think you were smart..."

"Alright, Nick, I just had amazing sex, the biggest thing on my mind is, well you and your Scooby Doo boxers." She chuckled briefly.

"I mean us..." He said seriously. "How come you said 'no' to the date, yet you'll sleep with me?"

She paused and let out a sigh. "Well, I hadn't heard from you for two months, which is fine, but then all of the sudden you show up outta no where and ask me on a date while I was working...I was a little bit freaked out." Nick winced a little, realizing how stupid he must have sounded. "And technically I didn't say no, I said it wasn't a good idea."

"Why?"

"Because...you've seen how...you know how crazy my life is on its own. And how," She paused and bit her lip. "How protective Deven can be...he's just...he won't let go. And then the shit with Joey happened, and now he's got it out for one of his good friends. I just...I know its selfish, but I don't think I could handle it if I had to worry about the two of you all the time."

"You wouldn't have to worry about me."

"But I'd have to worry about him. Joey copped a feel last week and now Deven can't stand him. He tried to start somethin with him but luckily Joey was smart enough to back off."

"Except for today."

"Exactly. But I can't just...not hang around Deven. I've known him for about fifteen years...he's in my life. He was the one who basically started this entire thing, this group, he and Shaun were the 'originals'. Then they met Pot Roast, then Kit and I, then Toney and so on and so forth we all basically traveled around the Southern US pickin each other up along the way. We're all stuck together. That's why I can't just not be friends with any of them."

"I wouldn't ask you to do that...and I know it would be hard for you...but don't you at least wanna see what happens. We wouldn't have to say anything to anyone if you don't want to. I probably won't, but of course my friends are all investigators so they'll probably figure it out."

"True, but they won't know who. We don't exactly run in the same circles."

Nick chuckled. "Are you callin me old?"

"No, old is like...50-60, well technically that's middle aged but still...I'm saying we're different Mr. Stokes. The police officer and the delinquent."

"I'm not a police officer, and you're not a delinquent." He stated as she moved closed to him and was now laying on top of him.

"Not that you know of..." She said waggling her eyebrows. He merely rolled her eyes.

"Ry..." He began chuckling.

"I was a wild child."

"So was I."

"Did you do drugs?"

"Did you?"

"Typical That 70s Show stuff."

"What?"

"That 70s Show."

"Well, what's the name of the show?"

She laughed. "The name is, That 70s Show...haven't you ever seen it?" He shook his head. "It's basically a bunch of teenagers hangin out in the 70s doin what they did in the 70s. If my friends and I had a show about our lives, that would be it. So, it's a bunch of kids who weren't alive to experience the 70s, experiencing the 70s in the 90s."

He shook his head. "You were bad."

"Yep, but I didn't sleep around."

Nick laughed. "That's the one thing I did."

"Player?"

"Hell no, never two girls at once...I wasn't in a relationship with a girl long enough to do that."

"So...what, you pulled the ol' 'Love 'em and leave 'em'?" She drawled and Nick nodded.

"Yep."

She chuckled. "See, we are very different, we didn't even do the same things we weren't supposed to do...I have a question."

"No." He answered, knowing very well what it was going to be.

She laughed. "What's your magic number?"

"No." He answered while laughing.

"Come on."

"Nope. It's too big a number."

She chuckled again. "Damn boy...can't you ball park it?"

"Well, it's less than a ball park. Probably less than half."

"Probably..."

"Well I don't know. College and high school were the worst, then the christening of Viva Las Vegas...I never kept count."

"Different girl every night?"

"Different girl, not every night."

"Did you ever sleep with someone twice and not realize you had slept with them before?"

"Yeah, a couple times." Nick said laughing in embarrassment. She chuckled and shook her head.

"Who was your first?"

Nick's eyes darkened a bit, but thanks to lack of light, Riley didn't notice it. Figuring the truth would be a bit harsh for pillow talk, Nick opted for the less traumatic one. "Uh, Caroline Dreas." Wanting to change the subject, Nick asked about her. "What's your number?"

"Uh..." She began, laughing a little. "Including you?" He nodded and awaited her answer. "Um...2."

Nick dropped his jaw. "2!" Riley quickly covered his mouth with her hand and waited nervously to see if anyone stirred. When no one did, she took her hand away from his mouth. "2?" Nick whispered in shock. And suddenly it hit him. "Deven was..." She nodded softly. "Oh."

"Yeah."

"And I was the first since..." She nodded again. "Oh."

After a few moments of silence Riley spoke nervously, "Wow, I sure know how to kill the pillow talk mood huh?" She chuckled briefly.

"Nah...that's cool."

"Cool?"

"Well yeah, if I could, I'd go back and not sleep with a lot of the women I slept with."

She chuckled. "Including the thing from the swamp?" She asked and Nick smiled.

Damn...he has got a killer smile. Perfect teeth, adorable dimples, sparkling eyes, damn...

"Yeah, she's in the top five." Nick professed and Riley chuckled. She propped her head up on her fist, resting her elbow softly on Nick's bare chest.

"Okay, for a quick change of subject, explain to me your job."

Nick pulled the sheet up to the small of her back and began stroking her sides while thinking. "Well, basically, after a crime is committed, they call us over and we go collect the evidence, and try to decipher what happened."

"So...you're like a scientist."

"Copologist." Nick corrected and she chuckled. "But you had it right before, Forensic scientists."

"Oh."

"So explain to me your job. It's very confusing." Nick furred his brows, trying to act serious, but the smile made its way to his face.

"Are you making fun of my job?"

"No."

"I make a lot of money doin what I do." She said smiling. "Basically I pour beer, calm down the crowd when they get outta hand and keep the boys entertained."

"Like Coyote Ugly?"

She laughed, "Yeah, pretty much. Except, I don't think I dance on the bar as much as they do..." She drawled.

"But you have danced on the bar?" Nick asked, smiling deviously.

"Yes." She answered and Nick waggled his eyebrows.

"That is so hot." Nick admitted and she laughed.

"What is it about a girl dancin on a bar that guys like?"

"Okay, Darlin, I've seen your uniform, its hot. So you get a hot girl, wearin a hot little outfit, dancin on a bar with beer, and football on in the background...it's like..."

"Orgasmic." She offered and Nick laughed while shaking his head.

"Yeah, pretty much."

She laughed. "Now, I thought all guys loved three things, sex, heists, and monkeys."

"What?"

"The comedian Dane Cook said that a girl once said that all guys want is sex, but he said she was wrong. If a guy had a choice between sex and this one other thing, they'd pick the other thing...which was to be part of a heist. And that when a guy watches Heat he says he wants to be part of a heist so bad. But more than being part of a heist, all guys want a monkey."

Nick merely laughed, "Not me. If I was part of a heist my friends would end up investigating it."

"Not if they were part of it, think, a bunch of investigators in a heist...no one would be able to catch them, they'd be too smart. You could probably kill someone and get away with it."

Nick laughed, "Probably. My female co-workers, Sara and Catherine, they're always threatenin me and the rest of the guys..." Nick drawled and Riley laughed.

"I can so picture that...even though I don't know who Catherine or any of your guy friends are."

Nick chuckled. "They're pretty cool. They are no where near as crazy as your friends, no offense, but they rock."

"Hey, no offense taken. I'm glad there isn't anyone else like us out there...I don't think the world could handle it."

it was then that they heard Fall Out Boy being blasted from the speakers down stairs. Riley quickly covered her ears and grabbed her robe. "Shit! Stay here!" She told Nick and ran down the stairs. He could hear several people get out of their rooms to find out what was going on. Nick threw on his boxers and snuck to the door to peak out the crack, knowing it was probably a bad idea to be seen coming out of Riley's room in the middle of the night in nothing but boxers. "What the fuck Tony?" Riley exclaimed and the music abruptly turned off.

"I thought it was the light switch!" A very drunken Tony argued.

"How many times have you been here dumbass? You know better!"

"I'm drunk!" Tony argued and Riley's answer was softer this time.

"Why did you need the light?"

"I was thirsty."

"Jack ass! You woke us all up." Deven scolded, his words slurring slightly.

"Sorry..." Tony apologized, a few minutes later everyone had gone back to their rooms and Deven and Riley were whispering something downstairs. Deven and her appeared walking up the stairs, not saying anything. The tension between them was thick, and Nick snuck back to the bed. He heard Deven ask her something at the door and she sighed and mumbled something back. She opened the door just enough so she could slip through, and not enough so that Deven could see who was laying in her bed.

She walked back to the bed and chuckled softly at the sight of him. "Did you miss Scooby?" She whispered and Nick shrugged, figuring talking wouldn't be safe right now. She shed her robe and laid back in the bed with him. He pulled her close and planted a soft kiss on her lips before she snuggled into him. A few minutes later she had drifted off to sleep, but Nick was still wide awake.

He couldn't help but wondering what Deven had asked her, and what her answer was to the question he asked earlier about their relationship and what they were at the moment. He laid there for almost an hour before Riley said anything. "What are you thinking about?" She whispered and Nick looked at the top of her head, confused.

"I thought you were sleeping."

"The wheels in your head woke me up." She joked when in reality she had been awake for a while. "What's on your mind Nick?"

He sighed and let his hands travel up and down her back lazily. "You didn't answer my question from earlier..."

"About..."

"What's going on here."

She sighed softly. "That's because I don't have an answer yet...if we did this...we'd have to keep it quiet. I don't want a bunch of shit starting right off the bat."

"So...what, is that a yes? Will you go out with me?"

She chuckled. "You make it sound like we're back in high school."

"Sorry...but, you know, we could try it. We could keep it on the D.L. and then...if it doesn't work, it doesn't work. It's only dinner."

She smiled and sat up, so that she was now straddling him. "Okay." She finally answered.

"Okay? Yes?"

"That's what I meant by okay." She said smiling and leaned down to kiss him. She felt him react to her almost immediately. He brought his hands from her sides, to her chest, as he dragged his hands down over her bare breasts and to her stomach. She chuckled and flattened herself against him so that she could shove down his boxers. She chuckled and kissed his neck, nibbling at his soft flesh.

She slowly dragged her body against him, into a sitting position. She reached over and grabbed the box and held it up in front of him, smiling and waggling her eyebrows.

"Ruh Roh." Nick said in a Scooby Doo voice, a boyish grin on his face, eliciting a laugh from Riley.

Alright, that chapter was longer than I intended, but I got carried away...so here we go...

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-Chella Belle