Title: Replacement Girl

Fandom: Being Human

Pairing: Mitchell/OC, mentions of Mitchell/Annie

Rating: M

Summary: "Because when we're together I can pretend just for a second that Annie is here again with me and I can hold her, kiss her…love her." Post Season 2 finale.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. If I did I would never let them out to play.

A/N: And here goes that lemony goodness I've been working up to. This story was supposed to take a totally different turn, but I very seldom write happy endings so prepare yourself. While you will love me after this chapter, I'm not sure you will after the last one...

Mitchell hadn't slept since Kendra's visit the previous day and he was dead tired. He'd gone through all the coffee in the house and was about to start on the tea when someone approached the door. He smelled her when she reached the porch and had the door open before she was able to knock.

"Kendra." His voice was rough from disuse. "What brings you here?"

Kendra opened her mouth as if to speak and then shut it. She seemed to thoroughly think of the question before answering with a sigh.

"I don't know. I just jumped in the car," She said gesturing behind her to an old rusted red Mini at the end of the drive, "and I ended up here." She looked up at Mitchell and began to feel a little unsure when he continued to stand there silently. She inhaled deeply and then threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. Mitchell responded immediately, tugging her into the house by the skinny electric blue belt threaded through the loops of her tight black jeans. He pulled her with him as he walked backward into the sitting room, falling into a sitting position on the sagging cushions when the backs of his knees hit the sofa. Kendra kicked off her sandals and straddled his lap, crushing her mouth to his. After a moment Mitchell broke the kiss, gliding his teeth down the curve of her neck and nipping softly at the flawless brown skin of her shoulder.

"Daniel…" She gasped.

"What?" Her asked her, the question muffled against her skin.

"Nothing." She pushed him away from her body in order to pull his long-sleeved black thermal over his head. Mitchell also took advantage of the separation in order to unzip her thin orange hoodie and push it down her arms onto the floor. He wasn't surprised that she was only wearing a simple cotton bra underneath; it was quite hot outside. He undid the clasp of the bra and removed the material from her body, dropping it to the floor. He pulled her closer to him again, hands splayed across her back, enjoying the feel of her warm skin against the coolness of his. Her hand was on his neck, fingertips tangled in the hair at the nape and her thumb lightly massaging his ear lobe as she kissed him. Her other hand skated down his chest to undo the button of his jeans. As she fumbled with his zipper Mitchell noticed the bandage on her hand was gone and there was a new scar across her palm. She yanked his zipper down roughly and he lifted his hips to allow her to pull down his jeans and boxer briefs. Kendra wasted no time in exploring him with her hand, wrapping her fingers tightly around his length and applying slight pressure to the tip with her thumb. He involuntarily thrust into her hand, breaking the kiss as his head fell back against the sofa. She leaned forward, tracing the outline of his lips with the tip of her tongue. He turned his head to kiss her and she moved away from him, smiling. He tried again twice, each time rewarded with nothing but a quick movement and a mischievous smile while she increased the pressure of her grip on him and slowly began to move her hand up and down his shaft.

"You're teasing me." He groaned.

"And what are you going to do about it?" Her voice was a playful soft whisper next to his ear, her warm breath reaching out to tickle his neck. He answered her by tightening his grip on her hips and suddenly changing their position so that her body was pressed into the cushions with the weight of his own. He turned her surprised giggle into a moan when he ground his hips against hers, heightening the sensitivity of her body as the rough denim of her jeans scratched across her receptive nerves. Kendra hooked her toes in the waist of Mitchell's jeans and pushed them down to his ankles. He kicked them off the rest of the way leaving them in a pile at the end of the couch, then snaked a hand up to her breast, massaging the nipple in tight circles while mirroring the motion on the other breast with his tongue. So caught up in the sensation it took Kendra a while to realize her jeans and panties had joined Mitchell's at the end of the couch.

He bit softly on her left nipple, smiling smugly when her body jerked against him. Kendra whispered something in a different language and suddenly Mitchell was flying off of the sofa, landing on his back on the floor. Before he could ask what had happened Kendra had slid off of the couch on top of him and placed a bruising kiss against his lips. She began leaving kisses down his chest, raking her nails over his nipples as she moved further down his body. She licked her lips as she stared at his hardness, now only an inch from her face and Mitchell's mind went completely blank when she surrounded the entire length of him with the heat of her mouth. He rewarded her with a sharp moan, hands immediately tangling themselves in her loose curls as she continued to move her lips up and down over the length of him. When she finally released him from her mouth and moved back up to meet his lips his eyes were tightly shut and he looked as if he were concentrating extremely hard.

Kendra placed a hand on his cheek, silently coaxing him to look at her. When Mitchell opened his eyes they were completely black. She smiled at him again and placed her forehead against his. It felt as if the fog of blood lust that crowded his brain escaped through his ears. He blinked and when he looked at her again his eyes were clear.

"What did you d–?" He began to ask.

"We'll talk about it later." She said, catching his bottom lip between her teeth. He rolled them over, half expecting her to send him flying again. Kendra wrapped her legs around Mitchell's waist, urging him forward by digging her heels into the backs of his thighs. He moved a hand between them, positioning himself at her entrance before pushing in. She inhaled sharply as he exhaled loudly, both of them taking a moment to adjust to the feeling of the other before they finally began to move. The pace was slow and deliberate as if they were trying to savor each thrust, each moan, each slight sting of her nails digging into his back. He increased his speed, encouraged by the firm hold of her thighs around his waist and soon her muscles were tightening around him. She bit down on his neck as she came and the combination of her contracting muscles and the pressure of her teeth sent him over the edge with her.

Mitchell supported his weight on his arm so that the only parts of them touching were their foreheads and every inch of skin below the waist. Their mouths were so close they were sharing the same air.

"I thought I was the one that was supposed to do the biting." He quipped, rolling over onto his back. Kendra smiled and then began to laugh.

"Well, what do we do after that?" She asked, still laughing.

Mitchell turned over on his side, facing her, and observed how she stretched her entire body, arms over her head and toes pointed. He watched her for a second before answering.

"We could always move to the bedroom."