A/N: To reiterate there isn't an overarching plot to this. I feel that each chapter can stand alone as a oneshot, but I decided to put them all in the same universe as a collection. The title of each chapter should be a good indicator of what subtlety is navigated re: 'dating' your roommate.

"So, I'll be in touch with you about..." Mike's voice trailed off, not wanting to complete that sentence since he and Agent Badillo had moved from his office. He still thought it was risky to meet with Badillo at Headquarters in case Briggs got overly suspicious about his therapist.

"Sure thing. We're on for our regular appointment, right?"

"Absolutely," Mike said. He'd be relieved when he could stop lying about his therapy appointments. Since that first night, everyone had stopped giving him grief about needing them. But he wondered if it wasn't in the back of their minds. Wondered if it made them doubt him as an agent. Mike shook his head, reminding himself that this was his assignment and his ticket back to DC. But that didn't mean he didn't want to do a good job with his other assignments too.

"I'll see you Thursday," Badillo said, shaking his hand.

"Thursday it is." Mike watched Badillo head back to his office and he pulled out his phone, wondering if he had anything else to take care of now that he was here. He looked up, only to see Paige being led through the building in handcuffs.

His pulse sped up as he slowly raked his eyes over her body, remembering how it was just last night that those long legs were wrapped around him in the shower. Paige was wearing a short white dress that would almost be indecent if not for the leather jacket she was wearing over it. As much as he wanted to go over to Paige and see what she was wearing underneath that dress, he couldn't. Paige was undercover and he was technically on the clock.

It had been a few weeks since they started sleeping together and he was still trying to figure out how to navigate things. How to keep whatever was happening with Paige separate from work. It wasn't like they were dating. They were friends with benefits. They just happened to work together occasionally. And live together. Which made things so much more complicated.

It wasn't like he had never dated anyone before. Not that he and Paige were dating. Not that he was even looking for a girlfriend. With his schedule and the lies that would come with it, he was pretty sure he didn't have time for a girlfriend anyways. Besides, he was fine with their arrangement. He got to have sex with a hot girl without any of the complications of having a girlfriend. But sleeping with Paige wasn't without its own set of complications. While he didn't have to lie about who he was and what he did, he had to lie to her about investigating Briggs. As if that wasn't a disaster in the making, he was never sure how to act around her, unless they were alone.

If they were by themselves, they were all over each other. Lips and hands were free to wander. Explore. Tease. Taste. It was okay to touch her. Flirt. Kiss. When their roommates were around, he wasn't sure how to act. They (mostly) kept their hands to themselves if their roommates were around despite being in that all-consuming stage at the beginning of a relationship, if this counted as a relationship. When they were working, you could barely tell they were co-workers. Even now, Paige had just uncuffed herself, but he wasn't clear on the rules. Wasn't clear if it was okay to approach her as anything more than a coworker. Because with her wearing that, he was positive he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself.

Paige leaned against the edge of the desk, crossing her ankles as she smoothed her hands over her too short skirt, drawing attention to her bare legs and her gold strappy heels. What he wouldn't give to be able kiss his way up her smooth legs and settle himself between her thighs with those heels digging into his back. Mike groaned, wishing one of them had an office here and he could just drag her in there and lock the door. As if Paige sensed she was being watched, she looked around the room, smiling once she spotted him.

He offered her a small wave and debated approaching her when he saw her supervisor walking down the hall. Going back to his phone, he sent her a quick text.

You free after this? The Drop?

The second he hit send, he wondered if he was pushing boundaries. If his text fell out of the category of friends or roommates or friends with benefits and if it was more in the category of dating. He wasn't trying to mess up the arrangement they had going.

"Agent Warren - I have that file on Bello you asked for."

Grateful for the distraction, Mike accepted the file from the receptionist, "Thank you." His phone buzzed and he apologetically smiled at her, "I have to take this. Thanks, again."

"No problem."

Checking his phone, he smiled when he saw Paige's response.

Give me an hour. See you soon.

About an hour later, he was leaning over the bar unsuccessfully trying to get the bartender's attention when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm Special Agent Paige Arkin, I work undercover for the DEA," Paige whispered in his ear. She kissed his neck, while running her hand down his chest.

Mike laughed softly when he realized he finally had the bartender's attention, although he was pretty sure it had more to do with the beautiful blonde standing behind him than it actually being his turn. He ordered two beers and turned around. Leaning against the bar, he rested his hands on Paige's hips. "Are you trying to pick me up Agent Arkin?"

"That depends on if it's working."

"It's definitely working."

"Good." Paige brushed her lips over his.

Any anxiety he felt about pushing the boundaries earlier slipped away as she kissed him. "You changed," Mike commented, noticing she traded her white dress and heels for a jean skirt, t-shirt and sandals.

"Does the overdressed real housewife look do it for you?" Paige teased, hooking her fingers in the belt loops of his jeans to pull him closer, so he was pressed up against her.

"No," Mike quickly said, unsure if he wanted to reveal just how turned on he had been earlier. "But you still - earlier - now - I mean you always look good. Incredible."

Paige laughed, tracing her fingers over his lips. "Tongue-tied? I'm flattered. And. You. Are. Adorable," Paige whispered, punctuating each word with a kiss.

"Adorable?" Mike asked, unsure on if he should be offended or not.

Paige nodded. "It just so happens that I have a thing for adorable." Page kissed him again before settling her lips on his neck. He groaned as she took advantage of the fact that her body was shielding his as her hand pressed firmly against the front of his jeans while she sucked on his neck hard enough to leave a mark. Paige lifted her head to meet his gaze, giving him a mischievous grin. "Is this going to mess up your cover?"

He looked at her incredulously. Why was she stopping? She was worried about his cover? Right now? Seriously?

"Still tongue-tied?" Paige asked, softly kissing his neck as she tugged on his hair.

"I don't think it matters if Mike the Marine has a girlfriend, but it will probably lead to questions about you and it's better if you're not on Bello's radar." He had a good working relationship with Bello. Under different circumstances, he could see himself liking Bello. Respecting him. But that didn't change the fact that Bello was ruthless. The last thing he wanted to do was give Bello any kind of insight to his personal life, let him know that there was a woman he was involved with and open her up to being a target.

Paige lightly rubbed her fingers where she had been kissing him moments earlier. "It should bother me that you kind of belong to another guy - "

"Don't even go there," Mike warned. So many of the angles Paige worked for her cases involved her being someone's girlfriend to get info. He had to keep reminding himself that he had no right to be jealous. That despite her hanging all over some two bit drug dealer at a club, it was his bed she spent her nights in.

"Let's not talk about work," Paige said, reaching behind him to grab their beers. She handed one to him and clinked her bottle against his, "To being off the clock."

Mike took a drink before setting his beer behind him. He did the same with Paige's after she took a drink. "So you're all done with that case?"

"Yes."

Mike brushed her hair back from her face, "You're amazing." As much as he was attracted to Paige, he really respected her as an agent. He leaned forward to softly kiss her, "Do you want to play a game of pool?"

"You don't really want to play pool, do you?"

Instead of answering, Mike kissed her hard, leaving them both breathless, letting her know exactly what he wanted. "I want you." He still wasn't clear on what they were doing. On what the rules and boundaries were. But what he was clear on was that it was okay to want her. "Leave with me now and you can mark me anywhere you want - on one condition."

"Keep it hidden from Bello, got it." Paige reached for his hand, "Let's get out of here."

"No, those heels you had on earlier, you have to wear those."

Paige leaned forward, stopping just short of kissing him. "Just those?" Paige whispered against his lips. He nodded and she playfully bit his lower lip before kissing him. "Agent Warren, you have a deal." Snaking her arms around his neck, she kissed his jaw as she tugged on his hair to pull his head back, leaving his neck exposed. "I'm going to make you mine."