She wouldn't really feel so sure the morning after though. The first thing she felt was the headache. Then came the dry mouth. And then awareness, closely followed by anxiety. Her eyes jolted open as she realized whose presence she felt next to her, and a very nude presence it was. As soon as her eyes were up she sprung up on the bed clutching on to the silky sheet, trying to cover up her chest as best she could without her having to look down. Her nudeness felt very uncomfortable right now. She was left sitting straight up not feeling able to move any longer, nor look over her shoulder to affirm the memories from last night that was now hitting her like bricks. Then she felt him stir and soon thereafter his hand came up on her back. Caressing her gently.

"You okay?" came his sleep drunken voice. She swallowed trying to think of what to say.
"Amanda?" hearing him say her first name didn't have the calming effect as it usually did. He stayed quiet for a while, just kept sweeping his hand over her bare back. It felt odd, not necessarily bad but not completely good either. She feared she'd crossed a line here that should not have been crossed.
"I… I better get going," she managed to finally say. She tried looking over her shoulder but never got all the way as she saw his legs move underneath the sheet. This felt very intimate. Too intimate. She started moving towards the end of the bed but then the sheet prevented her from getting further. She saw some of her clothes spread out around the bed and tried to figure out how to get to them without losing the sheet. She felt the sheet tug and she finally looked over her shoulder. He was the one tugging at it. It took her a while longer to actually look at his face but when she did he looked just the same. He was bare-chested yes but his face looked the same. No regret, no anger, no disappointment. He was sitting up, with his hand planted on the bed. He tilted his head a little as he looked at her.

"You okay?" he asked with a tender voice. She nodded not so convincingly.
"Let's try again, you okay?" he said as a small smile spread over his mouth. She took a few small breaths as she thought about it.
"I don't know," she admitted.
"More honest. Good," he said and moved down a bit on the bed so he could see her better. He took the sheet of himself, she feared for a second he would be totally naked underneath but he had a pair of boxers on and she was able to breathe again. She did remember him completely nude at least once during the night though so she feared he'd been awake at some point. 'Oh God what if he saw me naked,' she thought but then quickly grumbled at herself because obviously he'd both seen and felt her naked during the night. He was coming closer and she tried to maintain her composure but she felt herself tensing up to the point she was trembling. He, and his bare chest and all, came right down to the end of the bed where she sat and she held her breath. But then he brought the sheet around her another turn as he could see the exposure freaked her out a bit and her heart skipped a beat with his kindness. Once he was done he let go and gave her some space on the bed. She was able to breathe again.

"What's not feeling okay?" he asked kindly. "Except your head," he added and she had to smile a little.
"What we did..." she started and looked at him from underneath anxious eyelashes.
"Was awesome," he filled in and she had to chuckle nervously as she felt the blush to her cheeks grew even more.
"But..," she started. He was thinking about a retort, something he wouldn't mind saying about her well shaped butt but he kept it inside. He knew it wasn't fair to her to joke this away. He didn't regret anything and wanted this to work so he needed her to get her head around it too.
"Say it," he urged. She squirmed a bit, thought about how she could explain this knot in her stomach.

"I like what we got going. I mean at the job," she quickly added so he wouldn't misunderstand and then added a little quieter as she looked down: "I don't want to mess things up." He didn't say anything so finally she felt the need to look at him. His face was just the same as the one she sat next to in the car every day. He didn't look angry, or upset, just at ease with everything.
"First off," he started when she finally looked at him. "You didn't mess anything up. We did this. Both of us. And nothing has changed between us."
"But it always does," she whispered.
"It?" he asked.
"Sex," she whispered with a very uncomfortable look over her face. "It complicates things."
"It doesn't have to," he still insisted.
"So this was a onetime thing and then," she started but he interrupted her.
"No. Why a onetime thing? Was I that bad?" he made her smile again. He surely hadn't been bad and she felt her cheeks blush as some more memories from the night became clear.

"I don't want this to be a onetime thing," he said seriously. She looked at him, very confused.
"Do you want a relationship?" she asked a bit stunned since this was just very new to her.
"No, you know me Amanda. I'm not a relationship kind of guy."
"So then what? We just screw each other when we feel like it?" He was rather taken aback by her using the term screw. She wasn't a foulmouthed kinda girl. Sure she could curse and she had spite when someone deserved it but her normal vocabulary was... well somewhat proper.
"We hook up when we feel like it. What's wrong with that?"
"If captain found out we would be pulled apart right?" she said with worry in her voice.
"I honestly don't know but it's probably better if we kept it to ourselves," he spoke his mind. She sighed. In her experience most things that had to be kept a secret were probably a bad thing. He felt the need to touch her and he swiped away the hair from her back so he could get to her neck. She didn't pull away from his hand as he felt it go up over her back. In fact his touch felt good. He started rubbing her neck.

"What I said last night still stands Amanda. You can stop it whenever you feel like it. I will not hold it against you. Ever. But I do wanna get with you so please don't stop it," he shook her slightly so she'd know he was mostly joking. Mostly. He could see the faint smile on her face.
"Can I have some time to think about it. All of it," she finally said and looked at him sideways.
"Of course. Take all the time you need but don't overanalyze it please. Us haven't changed Amanda. For me it's like yesterday but with a big bonus. We're good together, why not take advantage of it?" She couldn't believe it but he was making sense.

"I'm gonna head to the john. Give you space to get dressed in peace." He gave her neck a final rub and then slid off the bed. He'd fought the urge to kiss her bare shoulder. A battle he almost lost since he had some mad cravings for more of her. She had a hard time looking at him with only his boxers on but she couldn't help to just glance at him slightly. He spotted it but didn't bust her on it. He closed the door behind him and Amanda took a long deep breath. She got up and scrambled around the room for her clothes. She got over to the wall the windows didn't reach and let go of the sheet as soon as she was ready to step into her undies. She hurried to get everything on and then brought the sheet back to the bed. She took a look at the bed. Memories from last night flooded over her. Good memories. Heated memories. She couldn't exactly remember how long they had been at it but it was a long time. A very long time. Oh God she started to feel flushed. This couldn't be right could it? She had to get out of there. She hurried out to the living room. First thing her eyes landed on were the couch. Oh God the couch. That had been hot. She tried to shake the thoughts of and headed to the door. She had a slight memory of Fin helping her get her boots of somewhere around there and she hoped she'd find her jacket there too.

"Amanda?" came Fin's voice as he got out of his bedroom. He had just pulled a tee over his head and pulled it all the way down as he approached her. She'd gotten her boots on. She rose up and looked at him, trying to hide that her head spun as she got up.
"Let me drive you home. I'll even buy you breakfast," he said.
"No Fin. Thanks. But I'm fine. Not so hungry actually. I just need to... I don't know, clear my head maybe," she needed air. Fresh air.
"I'll see you tomorrow at work?" he asked and she nodded. She wasn't sure if she should say goodbye or thanks or something so she ended up just turning her heal and walked out. He stood there for a while. The usually cool guy felt a bit nervous. His plan hadn't been to upset or confuse her but it seemed he had. That stung some he had to admit to himself.

She would go home, take a long shower and then head straight to bed. She felt tired and hung over but sleep still eluded her. She turned and tossed for a long time. She felt so mixed up. One minute anxiety seemed to rule her entire body, making her imagine she would get fired for what she'd done or that Fin would gossip to his cop friends and her reputation would go down the gutter. The next minute sweet sweet memories surfaced from last night with thoughts that made her cheek blush all over again. She felt so conflicted. Finally exhaustion grabbed her and she slept for six straight hours. This of course meant she woke up in the middle of the afternoon which left her sleepless when night time came. She tried to occupy herself with things to keep her mind from screwing with her. She cleaned her entire apartment. Did laundry. Went for a run in the middle of the night even if she knew she shouldn't be out that late on her own.

But it didn't matter what she tried, her thoughts went back to last night's activities as soon as she wind down. Some parts were still fuzzy but she remembered most of it by now. And it had been great. No awesome. She couldn't kid herself about that. He had been in charge the entire time, telling her what to do and then in the bedroom placed her, bent her, rearranged her until he got her in the position he wanted at the time he wanted it. Demanding. But still caring. And oh so giving. If she was honest with herself she had to admit that she'd never been as satisfied having sex as she was last night. She had good lovers in the past but nothing close to this.

By 2 am she had worked herself up to the point she had to get out of her apartment again. She grabbed her stuff and got out on the street. She started walking aimlessly, or so she thought. She caught a bus, walked some more and then she suddenly found herself outside Fin's apartment again. She looked up at his windows. It looked dark up there. She stood there for a while wondering what the hell she was doing there. And at this time of night. A rather large group of people came walking down the street a bit further up. Fin would kill her if he knew she was walking around his neighborhood at this time a night she immediately thought. She had to smile at herself. It was a very contradictive thought since all she wanted to do was let him know she was there. She looked back up towards his windows again and she swallowed. The voices from the group were coming closer. She looked up the street again. She had to make up her mind.

She hurried to his door. She didn't feel like using the buzzer and was happy to find the lock wasn't working again. She got inside, took the stairs all the way up. Two steps at the time. She was exhausted once she got up to his floor. She leaned against the wall right outside the staircase as she tried to catch her breath. Slowly she made her way over to his door. She stood there for a long time. Her emotions were all over the place. Scared, ecstatic, nervous, longing, curious, irresolute. You name it she probably felt it from a second to another. Then without having any control over it she put her fist to his door and banged it three times. Three times that echoed in her head. She put her forehead to his door. Waited. She open her hand and put her palm to the door another three times. All she could hear now was her heart pounding at her eardrums. She used her palm one more time and then as she heard the door chain coming off she jumped backwards.

She backed up so far her feet and then her back hit the wall on the other side of the corridor. He'd seen nothing but a mess of blond strands as he peeked through the eye on the door. But he had a feeling whose blond strands it were and he felt warm all over. He tried to control his smile as he got the door open. She could be there to slap him but his gut told him something else. When he first saw her though he wasn't sure where her head was at. She looked a bit wildered. Like she'd run all the way from her apartment to his. Her cheeks were red, her eyes big and clear. Her hair was a bit of a mess but at least her clothes were where they should be on her. He stayed in his doorway. Waited for whatever she had coming for him.

It took only a short minute after he'd open his door for all her worries to wash away. As she saw him she knew he'd been right. They could do this. She could do this. She wanted to do this. She relaxed a bit. She fell back against the wall behind her as the tension left her body. He looked so kind. So nonthreatening. It could have something to do with him only being dressed in boxers and a tee. Even though his tee said 'Gangsta rap made me do it'. No badge, no gun, no leather jacket. Just him. Her partner.

He could see when the tension left her body. He saw it in her pose, on her face. She looked relieved. And it made him happy. He let her have a minute and then stepped to the side. Gave her the option to step inside if she felt like it. He hoped she knew what it would mean though. There was no way he'd leave his hands off her if she stepped inside. He had clear and vivid memories from last night. And a rerun wouldn't be bad. Not bad at all.

She saw the crease between his eyes fade some and then he stepped to the side. She looked from him to the dark open void next to him. It seemed very significant. The void somehow representing the unknowing, but for once it didn't feel threatening or even scary. She wanted to go there. As long as he was there with her things would be okay she thought. So she took the step. She got off the wall. Walked over to him. She hesitated in the door for just a few seconds but it was mostly because she wanted to look at those big kind brown eyes for just a while longer. She bit down on her lower lip as she stepped inside. She waited two steps inside as he closed the door behind them. His hallway became completely dark but she felt his presence as he stepped up behind her.

She felt his hands come up over her arms, up over her shoulders and then down to her collar so he could slowly pull her jacket off. She was warm and welcomed the cool air in his apartment as the jacket left her. She heard it drop to the floor somewhere behind her and then his hands came up on her back. They moved quickly to her shoulders, he dug his fingers into her, giving her shoulders a squeeze. She felt his breath as his face came close to her neck and he inhaled her scent. She shivered slightly and then spun around. Even in the dark she had no problem finding his face with her hands and soon thereafter her mouth found his. There was no second guessing what she wanted as her tongue eagerly invaded and explored his mouth. He quickly pulled up her shirt up out of her jeans so he could get access to her skin. His fingers dug deep into her skin as he found his way up her back. She snaked her arms around his neck and pushed her body up against him. She remembered this, his taste, his hands on her skin. It felt if possible even better today. Her head was clear, no emotions clouded. This was pure joy and excitement.

He felt her eagerness and his hand found its way around her body. He found her belt buckle and started working at it. He got it open and soon thereafter her button-down fly. His one arm went around her body again so he could push her to him, not that he needed to though cause she was already pushing up against him. He let his other hand slide down her jeans but stayed above her panties. He swept his fingers over the thin fabric just above her heat and it made her bite down on his lip. He made her let go of his lip as he took a firm grip between her legs and she needed to gasp for air. His hand went up only to come down again, this time inside her panties. Their tongues had intervened again. She almost sucked the air out of him when his fingers found their way in-between her folds and his fingers rubbed up against her swollen clit.

She tried to get away a bit since the excitement almost got too much for her to handle but then he pushed her back towards him and it felt so good as his hand rubbed up even harder against her core. He started moving them towards the bedroom. He navigated her through the living room without bumping into anything. Meanwhile she was pulling at his shirt and they stopped and separated so she could pull the tee over his head. Having a short break from his eager hand gave her time to get her breath back and she had a feeling she would need it. Her hands came down around his neck and down over his bare chest. His skin was smooth and she could feel the muscles underneath. She looked up at him and the moonlight shining in made it possible for them to look into each other's eyes. Nothing was said. Their eyes spoke for them. Desire.

She closed the gap between them, biting down on his lip before their tongues met again. She felt him tug at her tee and she pulled her hands up, unwillingly let go of his mouth briefly so he could pull her tee off her. Their mouths found each other quickly while his hands found their way up her back. He easily unclasped her bra and pulled the straps down over her shoulders. His mouth wandered down her neck quickly, down her chest and bit down on the first breast he encountered. He found her nipple and teased it with his tongue as her grip around his neck increased with every new wave of desire that was flushing over her. She gasped for air as he bit down on her nipple and she retaliated by digging her nails down into his neck. His mouth quickly wandered up to hers again and they devoured each other eagerly. She felt his fingers find their way inside the belt hoops of her jeans and as he got a steady grip on her jeans she was ready and jumped up on his hips. His hands found their way down underneath her butt as she wrapped her legs around him. For a second night in a row he swept her off her feet and in to his bedroom. They would be late for their shift that day.

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Thank you so very much for the reviews. It feels really good to know what you think about my fanfic - good or bad - and I'll keep writing as long as you want me to. As I stated in the beginning my "vision" stretches at least five years into the future so this can be a long run. I'm sorry to cut you off before the bedroom yet again but it's my 1st time writing smut and I'm just blushing all over from what I'm writing thus far but who knows I might get a liking and go further...

And thank u so very much Katie for finding that typo. Yes there's a big difference between those two classes and even though I've never heard of one I'm sure there's one out there in the world somewhere but I don't think our southern ladydetective would attend a cocking class. Although she seems to like strip joints so who knows, lol. Thank u Katie. I appreciate all feedback.