Two weeks after that first night….

Tony was putting the last touches on his case report. One he finished this paragraph, all he had to do was print it, sign it and ship it up to the director. Then he was free for the night – the first night in three days that he could spend at home and not the office. McGee and Ziva had just left, and Gibbs was talking to the director. A smile broke out on Tony's face at the thought of going home to an actual bed, and not just a cleared space on the floor. He did a little dance in his seat as he hit the print button, and got his pen ready for signage.

Just as Tony was putting his report in a folder for the director, his cell phone buzzed. Looking down he saw a text message from Kylie. It was a simple one too.

Busy tonight?

Tony smiled, knowing what would be coming after his response.

Nope.

Shutting down his computer and looking for his keys, his cell buzzed again.

Your place. Be there soon.

Tony typed back an OK, and whistled a little Sinatra tune as he jumped up the stairs to hand the director's secretary his report. He wished her a good night, and practically flew out of the office before he could be called back.

He broke just about every speed limit to get home quickly, knowing Kylie was probably already there. Pulling in his parking lot, he realized he was correct. Kylie's black Honda was sitting in the spot next to his, and his living room light was on. Looking in his rearview mirror, Tony ran his hands through his hair quick, trying to make it more presentable. He then checked his teeth, his breath, and buttoned and unbuttoned his shirt, all in that order. Finally deciding his appearance was acceptable, he maneuvered out of his car, locked it, and walked confidently to the main door.

Tony let himself into his apartment and put his bag down and his gun off his shoulder holster, and turned to the living room. Whatever he was about to say next got caught in his throat as he looked at the sight in front of him.

Kylie was lying on his chaise lounge, wearing a black bra and panties set, black silk robe, and black heels. Her hair was slightly tousled and her nails were painted red. She smiled at him, and asked, "Like what you see?"

Gathering his breath, Tony replied, "It's the best thing I've seen all week. You didn't have to get all dressed up for me."

Kylie laughed. "No trouble at all," she said.

Tony was glad he wore a regular shirt today and not a jacket and tie – too much clothing. He sat down at the end of the lounge and ran his hands up her legs. She rolled her head back, enjoying the feel of his hands on her. It had been too long and she said so.

"I hate when you have long cases," she said. "I get so bored by myself."

Tony couldn't breathe. He was sure this girl would give him a heart attack. Her sister had never been like this – at least, not to Tony.

"Sorry to disappoint," he said. "Next time I'll make sure the storage room is free and you can come visit." He winked at her slightly, and stopped rubbing her legs so that he could take his shoes off.

"This chair is lovely and all, but I think your bed is better. You must have missed it," Kylie said.

"Oh, I did. I missed you too." Tony leaned in for a kiss, and Kylie moved in before pulling away at the last second. She smirked at him and walked into his bedroom, dropping the robe as she went. Tony practically ripped his shirt off in anticipation and began unbuckling his belt as he ran into the bedroom.

A couple hours later, Tony and Kylie lay in bed staring at the ceiling.

"That was fun," Kylie said, a big smile on her face. "Thanks for that."

Tony nodded. "My pleasure. Thanks for showing up like you did."

Kylie laughed slightly. "My pleasure. The look on your face alone was priceless, I almost wish I had a camera."

"Yeah, I'm sure the look of pure want and shock mixed together is real attractive."

"It was perfect," she said, quietly. She knew their arrangement, and did not plan on getting too close. This talk alone was cutting it close to the boundaries they had set up two weeks prior. She cleared her throat and got out of the bed.

"Leaving already?" he asked.

"Yeah, that's the deal right? Sex whenever we want with no strings attached. No chance for jealousy or a future – just the here and now."

"Yep, that's the deal. Friends with benefits, that's us."

Kylie smiled as she found the shirt she had earlier discarded and slipped it on. She looked around the room for her pants while Tony lay in bed looking at her. There was a strange feeling of awkwardness in the room as Kylie dressed and prepared to leave. They knew what their relationship – or lack of relationship – was, and neither had questioned it that morning two weeks ago when they set up the rules for their new situation. They had just gone five days without seeing each other, and they missed the other. This wasn't a good start for their "no closeness" rules, but neither had the guts to end it. It had only been two weeks – soon enough, Kylie was sure she would get annoyed with him and end up just using him like they both had secretly planned.

"Well," she said, clearing her throat. "I will see you later."

She started to leave when Tony called her back. "This doesn't have to be awkward," he said. "I couldn't stand having this sinking feeling every time we leave each other."

"So what are you suggesting? A real relationship? I think we both know we aren't ready for that."

"No, no," Tony said. "Why can't we be friends who have sex, but also have fun? You know like, instead of restricting ourselves to sex, we could hang out, have dinner, and sometimes also have sex."

Kylie stared at him. "That's dating," she said. "That's like, the definition of dating – where have you been?"

Tony sighed. "Maybe we shouldn't do this. This has disaster written all over it."

Kylie looked at the ground. She didn't want this to end. This was good – he was good. She had to salvage this. "OK, look. I promise not to make this awkward if you do. We can be friends who occasionally have sex. I promise not to be overly affectionate and calling and missing you, if you promise to do the same. We have to keep doing this. I like this. And I know you do too."

Tony smiled. "I do too. OK, so that's it. Back to before. We are…sex friends. Sex-y friends."

"Sexy friends. OK, I like it." Kylie leaned forward and kissed Tony goodbye one more time. "Good night, friend."

"Sleep tight, friend," Tony replied, and watched Kylie leave. As soon as he heard his front door close, he said to himself, "She is the best friend I ever had."