A/N - Thanks to Karlyn, Cena's babydoll, Attitude Queen, alana2awesome and Team McOrton for reviewing what I've put out so far. I really appreciate it and I'm happy that you all dig the concept. I was a bit hesitant to do a story like this because I didn't want it to come off crap lol. I'm only going off what I see in the movies/tv! This one might be a little rated at the start. Hope you like it!

She moaned as his lips tortured her inner thigh. He was driving her crazy. She needed him desperately. Her hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him from between her legs. His icy blue eyes locked with hers and literally burned a hole right through her. He looked at her with something akin to malice on his face. It was at that moment she knew she was just another fuck to him. This didn't mean anything. And it didn't. After the night she had, all she wanted to do was get wasted and forget. Then she had caught his attention and here they were. Her feeling the most alive she had felt in a long time. Him making her forget her stupid party and who wasn't at it. John was the last thing on her mind. Right now all she could think about was having him inside of her. She needed it like the very air she breathed. Finally breaking his intense stare, he smirked, almost wickedly before pushing into her with one hard smooth thrust. And that was all it took. She whined and ground her hips against him desperately, wanting to suck him into her as deep as possible. He thrust against her as hard as he could. He was hitting all the right spots. She swore she was in heaven. Her stomach tightened to the point that it almost hurt but she didn't care. He felt way too fucking good. And then it began to happen. She started to unravel, her body finally reaching its limit. She shuddered fiercely as she came. He pounded into her a few more times before succumbing to whatever was building inside of him. Just as quickly, he pulled out of her and rolled off the bed. She lay there in a euphoric daze. The sound of him shuffling around in the bathroom could barely be heard because of the loud beating in her ears. A minute later he walked out of the bathroom. She could feel him watching her so she turned to find him just standing there.

"Do you have to leave?" he slurred slightly. They were both hammered.

She thought about it for a second. What was waiting for her when she got home? Nothing. She shook her head and patted the bed beside her. "Not yet. I'm ready for round two if you are."

"Round two, huh?" he smirked deviously as he got into the bed beside her. "This isn't a game." His hand gently gripped around her neck. He moved his head to her level and practically glared at her before moving to her ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight," he whispered into her ear. His hand tightened ever so subtly.

She felt like she should be scared. But she wasn't. Instead she was turned on. His mere words alone had her body thumping in anticipation. She roughly pushed his head back so she could look him in the eye. "Then fuck me."

Trish woke in a sweat. She threw the covers off her body and wiped the moisture from her brow. Her body was almost shaking. She could feel wetness between her legs. What the hell had prompted that? She hadn't thought about that night for a long time. Every now and then she would remember. But nothing like what just happened, nothing so vivid. She actually felt like she was physically aching for him.

"Fuck!" she sighed in frustration. A quick glance to the side told her that John wasn't home yet either. What the hell time was it anyway? The green digits read 23:15. Surely he couldn't still be at work. Maybe he was out in the living room. Wherever he was, she really didn't give a damn. Getting out of the bed, she ran a hand over her weary face as she walked to the small en suite bathroom. She splashed some cool water onto her sweaty skin and sighed. Her head was screwed up. Why would she be thinking what she had just been thinking? It couldn't be about sex. She and John had quite an active sex life. Well, they did have an active sex life when they weren't fighting which seemed to be all the time lately. Her engagement ring sparkled under the dim light. Sometimes she questioned why she was even wearing it. Then she would look at him and remember how much she loved him. But was love really worth the lonely nights and playing second fiddle to his job? She thought things would change when he made Detective. How foolish she had been. Now he had some farfetched ambition to become Precinct Captain. She didn't mind that he dreamed big. In fact, she encouraged it. But that was so far down the line. She didn't see why he had to destroy the life he was living now just to get a shot at something twenty or thirty years down the line. No matter how many times he told her he loved her and that she was the number one thing in his life, it still stung when it was almost midnight and he still wasn't home. A soft ruffling sound coming from outside the bathroom indicated that maybe he had come after all. She quickly shut off the tap and quietly pushed the door open. She watched as he tiredly pulled at his tie. He looked beat.

"What a day, what a day," John mumbled to himself. He removed his gun from its holster and set it on the bedside table along with his badge. No lights were on and he hadn't even noticed that Trish was not in the bed. His eyes were barely even open. He was so tired. After their completely useless chat with Mr. Jackson earlier today, he and Paul and spent the rest of the day doing mundane and boring leg work followed by endless red tape. Tomorrow they would get stuck into the real detective work but today had left him completely spent. He began to undo the buttons on his shirt when he looked up and noticed her standing in the doorway of the bathroom. He managed a small smile. "Hey."

"Hey," Trish replied, slowly walking out of the room to stand at the foot of the bed beside him.

John kicked off his shoes and pulled his open shirt off. He looked at her hesitantly. "I didn't think you were going to speak to me."

"I got over it."

"Good. Because I hate fighting with you," he sighed. They looked at each other for a few moments until John saw her gaze soften. "Come here," he whispered and pulled her into his arms. He held her close and breathed in the fruity scent of her hair. He thanked his lucky stars that she wasn't in the mood for a fight because he sure as hell wasn't. All he wanted was to get into bed and get some sleep before he had to get up and do it all over again. He rubbed her back and placed a soft kiss in her hair. "I love you, you know."

She looked up at him and gently kissed his lips. "I know." Her arms gave him a quick squeeze before she let go and got back into the bed. "Did you eat? I left you some pasta, it's in the oven."

John looked at her strangely. That was the response he got? He told her that he loved her and she asked if he was hungry? What the hell was that all about? He stripped down to his boxers and quickly pulled a t-shirt on. "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine. Just tired." When he finally got in beside her, she rubbed his arm affectionately. "Good night, babe."

"Night," he half whispered as he watched her turn away from him and cuddle into herself. He stared at her back for a few moments utterly confused. Was she still mad? If she was he would have preferred them to fight so he could go and sleep on the couch without this awkward tension between them while they were in such close proximity. With a heavy sigh, he settled down himself and tried to ignore the feeling in his gut telling him that something just wasn't right.