The night is young

WARNING: THIS IS RATED M FOLKS. AND IS DEDICATED TO ALL MY FAITHFUL. Y'ALL KNOW WHO YOU ARE! LOL!

"Can I get my hands on you tonight
(I must be feeling something)
Some thing tells me I'm in for a ride
(I wonder if you see me coming)
Can I get my hands on you tonight
(Tonight night has got me running)
Something tells me I'm in for a ride
(Right into your nighttime world)"
-Nite-Runner, Duran-Duran

It was shortly after midnight. While the rest of the team lingered at the ball, pounding back more booze than actual lingering -"We are all alcoholics" Flack had announced, slurring slightly, and drinking JD as if it was nothing more potent than water, - Speed and Carmen had called it a night and went downstairs and out back for some fresh air. Surprisingly, the temperature had seemed to have gone up within the last few hours. The wind had died down and stars sparkled in the black velvet sky. As they walked the gardens hand in hand, chatting about nothing in particular, just enjoying each others company, Carmen snuggled into the tux jacket draped over her shoulders. She didn't really need it to keep warm, but Tim's smell was on it and that was a smell she never tired of. And she hoped she never did.

They paused at the locked pool area at the far end of the garden. The water was illuminated from underneath with a white spotlight and the slight breeze was causing it to ripple slightly. It looked cool and refreshing and welcoming.

"Wanna head upstairs now?" Speed asked, pulling her in the direction of the hotel.

"Actually," Carmen's eyes glittered mischievously. "I want to go swimming."

"Pool's closed." Speed stated the obvious.

"So? Know how to pick a lock?"

"I do."

She smiled.

"What do I pick it with?" he asked. "I left my B and E tools in my other pants."

She removed a bobby pin from her hair and used her teeth to straighten it. "This work?" she asked, handing it to him.

He sighed and took the object from her. "If we get caught doing this, you can explain it to Mac." he said.

"It's more Chief Sinclair I worry about." Carmen admitted, looking over his shoulder as he pushed the end of the bobby pin into the lock and began jiggling it around. "You'd never be a good burglar if it takes you this long." she complained.

"Thought you liked it when I went slow? Took my time?" he teased, smiling at her over his shoulder.

She kissed him deeply. "Hurry up!" she urged. "Before someone does see!"

Within minutes he had the lock popped open and was pushing the heavy gate ajar, trying not to make too much noise as they sneaked through. Carmen immediately went to the cabana. It was unlocked and she let herself in, emerging a couple minutes later with an armful of towels that she dropped on one of the lounge chairs.

"Want me to run up and grab your bathing suit?" Speed offered.

"No." she simply replied and reached around herself to unzip her dress and let it fall to her ankles, a puddle of satin at her feet. She stepped out of it, tossed it onto the chair.

"You're insane." he declared, not believing his eyes as she, without any inhibitions, began to remove her strapless bra, underwear and shoes. "Someone is going to see."

"No one is going to see." she assured him. "Its secluded and dark as hell back here. No one even knows we're here. Now...you're turn." she stepped over to him and began undressing him. Taking off the bow tie first and then unbuttoning his shirt.

"I don't think this is a good idea." Speed said.

"Suddenly you're shy?" she asked, tugging the shirt off of him and going for his bet buckle.

"I'm just not much of an exhibitionist." he replied. But not resisting either as she removed his clothing.

"No one will see." she promised. "Trust me. Besides, all that champagne has made me so horney."

He pushed her hands away and quickly got rid of the rest of his clothes. "Why didn't you just come out and say that?" he asked.

Carmen looked down at his groin. She grinned broadly. "Apparently all the rye and cokes have done the same thing for you that the champagne did to me."

He smirked, grabbed her by the hips and yanked her towards him and kissed her roughly.

She giggled and wriggled away him and jumped into the water. "Beautiful in here!" she called to him. "You should really come in. That is if you want to pick up where we left off!"

He dove into the water and went after her. She played hard to get for a while, always squirming out of his grasp when he caught her and laughing in her silly little tipsy way and wagging a finger at him as if to say 'not yet'. Teasing him. Finally he got a firm hold on her ankle and yanked her back towards him, spun her around and kissed her demandingly, backing her up against the side of the pool and holding her there with his weight.

Carmen's hands roamed his firm, muscular body, sighing as his lips made their way to her neck and his one hand squeezed and fondled her ass and the other dipped between her legs to seek, and easily find, her clit. Moaning loudly as he quickly, unceremoniously, slipped two fingers deep inside of her. He kissed her as his thumb sought out her clit to stroke it softly.

She groaned into his mouth and slid her hands down his chest and then his stomach to stroke his erection. "Please..." she pleaded, when his lips began teasing the hallow of her throat. "Tim...don't make me wait... I can't wait..."

Speed removed his fingers and stopped stroking her and pushed her hands off of him. "Can't use a condom in the water." he said, torn between just wanting to give her what she wanted - what they both wanted for that matter- and doing the more sensible thing and insisting they go upstairs and use the proper precautions.

"You were serious, about what you said a few days ago?" Carmen asked, her body aching for him. "About getting married? Having babies?"

"Of course I was. I wouldn't lie or joke about stuff like that. I love you, Carmen. So much it's like I can't even breathe or function properly."

She smiled and kissed him, long and deep. "I love you, Tim." she whispered against his lips. "Make love to me."

He kissed her in return, his tongue finding hers, and he took a hold of her leg and placed it over his hip and thrust into her warm, welcoming body. Moaning into her mouth at the sensation of being inside of her

She raked her nails across his shoulders, ran her hands up the back of her neck and into his thick dark hair. Tightened her grip on him as he moved at a fast, almost rough pace. He wasn't going to last long. Neither was she. They both knew it. The excitement of being in an unforbidden place adding to their arousal.

He reached between them to stroked her clit. It took only a few soft strokes before she was coming, digging her nails into the back of his neck and moaning into his shoulder, trying her best to reign in her cries of pleasure. Her muscles contracting around him pushed him quickly over the edge and his lips fastened onto her supple neck, moaning her name into her skin.

It took several long minutes before they were able to compose themselves, to let their bodies gradually come down of the high. He slowly pulled out of her, then leaned in to kiss her.

"Bed is looking mighty good to me right now." he said.

Carmen pouted. "I'm not tired. I don't want to go to sleep."

Speed grinned. "Who said anything about sleeping?"

Half hour after Carmen and Tim had called it quits and left the ball, Samantha had had enough. Tired of the mingling with the brass that wouldn't even spit in your direction let alone carry on a conversation with you if you were out in the field or at the lab. And bored to death of the politicians that talked your ear off, only interested really in scoring your vote in the next election. By the time twelve thirty rolled around, she was physically tired as well and just wanted to go to the room and relax. Have some alone time with Flack. Which in the past three days hadn't happened as often as they both would have liked.

And with the amount of alcohol he had consumed, it didn't look like the rest of her night was too promising. It was surprising that he could talk properly or even walk a straight line.

"You have an okay time?" he asked, as they headed for the elevators hand in hand, carrying her shoes for her in his free hand.

"Other than running into your ex?" she inquired.

"Let's pretend that never happened." he said with a sigh.

"It was all right." she said with a shrug. "The highlight was seeing you in a tux."

"You were that bored, huh? You looked bored. Why didn't you say something? We could have left hours ago."

"You were hanging out with Danny and Tim and Hawkes. Didn't want to interrupt your guy time. Besides, I was content just looking at you in your tux. Be careful or I might make you wear it when we get married."

"Wait a sec. We agreed a J.P. with five, six people there. Christmas Eve. And you also said I just have to wear a suit and a tie. And to make sure I shaved and got a hair cut. This tux thing is a one time only deal. Next year I heard we're going back to wearing dress blues. The guys anyway."

She smiled. "Even better. I bet you look damn fine in yours." she yawned noisily. "And you're right. I was bored. Horribly bored. I should have went to Adam's room and played X-Box with him. He was smart enough to bring it. I could only handle so much chatting with the brass. Especially the way Gerrard was so off hand and snarky with me. And did you see his face when you told his wife we were getting married and having a baby? Did you not tell him either of these things before tonight?"

"I was waiting for the perfect moment. Seeing him nearly have a stroke was that moment. That was worth getting dressed up for." Flack pressed the down button for the elevator.

Sam laughed. "I think you turned the rest of his hair grey with that announcement. But a congratulations would have been nice."

"Would have been." Flack agreed. "But I didn't expect it. It's the way he is. He's been like that since he worked with my dad. An asshole."

"Your dad must have rubbed off on him." Sam blinked when those words came out of her mouth. "I should not have said that." she said regretfully. "I'm sorry, Donnie."

"For what?"

"I haven't even met the man. I shouldn't say things like that about him."

"Why? He's going to be your father in law. And he is an asshole. Which is why I am not looking forward to going there on Sunday."

The elevator arrived promptly and they stepped out. They were the only occupants.

"What floor are we on again?" he asked, pausing before pressing any buttons.

"Ninth." Sam pressed the button for him. "You're half in the bag, aren't you?"

"Nah." he said.

She arched an eyebrow.

"More like three quarters." he admitted.

"Lucky me." she sighed.

"For what's it worth," Flack said. "I was pretty damn bored, too. I woulda much rather just hung out in the room eating room service and watching t.v."

"Yeah. That is so not what we would have been doing." Sam laughed.

He grinned. "Been a long three days." he said.

"Yes." she sighed. "It has. And now you're drunk and the only thing you'll be doing in bed is passing out."

"I am not drunk and you are so wrong."

"We'll see." Sam said. "You know what being here tonight made me realize? That I am perfectly happy with the life I have. I don't need loads of money or fancy house or all kinds of jewellery and a Bentley. I love what I have. What we have. Would you ever want to live like that?"

"No way. Too boring. We're not like those people. Thank God. Only nice thing would be to have enough money for us to live comfortably and not have to live pay cheque to pay cheque and rely on credit. Give our kids whatever they want. Within reason."

"Kids?" she asked.

"More than one would be nice." he said.

"We haven't even had this one yet. Let me see how bad labor is and I'll get back to you on having more. Just how many do you want?"

"I don't know. Starting line up for a hockey team."

"Six!" she exclaimed. "Six?! Are you insane? I am not getting pregnant six times! The only way you're getting six kids is if we have sextuplets, two sets of triplets or three sets of twins. Tell you what, I'll go with three or four."

"Five."

"Four."

"Four's good. I can handle four. But let's just concentrate on this one." he reached over and patted her stomach gently. "You do have a little baby bump goin' on there." he said with a grin.

She slapped his stomach. "I do not!"

"You do. I find it sexy. Everything about you is sexy. All night long, all I wanted to do was drag you downstairs and fuck the shit out of you."

"Well all you had to do was say the word." she informed him.

"Yeah? You know what I want to do right now?"

"What's that?" she asked.

He smiled. Dropped her shoes on the floor and grabbed her, a hand on the back of her neck as he pulled her into him and kissed her. His lips and his tongue demanding. Backing her up against the wall of the elevator, holding her there with his weight, his lips travelling to her ear and then down onto her neck, sucking and kissing and licking her soft skin. He reached out with his free hand and hit the stop button.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sam asked, aroused yet still a little alarmed.

"Something I've been wanting to do all night." he replied.

"You can't wait until we get to the room?"

"Nope. I can't." he said and dropped to his knees and hiked her dress up. He kissed her through her panties, tracing her clit with his tongue.

She gave a small cry at the sensation. Her legs opened farther, she buried her hands in his hair. He yanked her panties down and off. Kissed his way from the back of her calf to the inside of her thigh and then even higher. Teasing her lips and her throbbing clit with his fingers, listening to her soft panting. He slipped a finger inside of her warm, wet body, as far as it could go, and she moaned and clutched at his shoulders. He added a second finger, thrusting them in and out of her, slow and deep, then kissed the sensitive spot above her mound before pressing his tongue to her clit.

She moaned his name. Begged him not to stop. Her hands on the back of his head holding him where he was. He licked and sucked at her clit, fingering her at the same time, bringing her closer and closer. The sweet taste of her on his tongue and lips. He had an aching, throbbing hard on but was determined to get her off and then worry about himself once they got to the room. He found her g-spot with his fingers, pushing on it and rubbing firmly, his tongue lapping at her slowly, agonizingly.

She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. She was close. So close. Only a few more strokes of his tongue and his fingers on that magic spot and...

The emergency phone began to ring.

"Hope there's not a camera in here." Flack said, removing his fingers from inside of her and sitting back on his heels.

"What are you doing?" she nearly wailed. "Don't stop! I can't believe you stopped!"

"I gotta answer it. I don't answer it and they're sending someone up here to check on us. You're gonna have to wait a couple minutes."

"I can't!" she cried.

Flack grabbed the phone. "Hello?" he answered. "Yeah...we're fine...drunk guy in here passed out and hit stop on the way down and we got busy looking after him and didn't think about starting it again. No, we don't need any help...everything's under control... all right, thanks." he hung up.

Samantha was grabbing her underwear to put back on.

"What are you doing?" Flack asked. "I'm not done."

"I think we should...'

He grabbed her by the hips and pushed her back against the wall again and lifted her dress with one hand and went back to work. Her nerves were all ready on edge and it only took a few minutes of aggressive tongue work on her clit and she came powerfully, screaming his name. He waited until her body stopped quivering completely before pressing a kiss to her aching clit and then helping her back into her panties and lowering her dress. He smiled at her as he stood up.

"Now I'm done." he said, hitting the stop button to re-start the elevator.

"I'm not." she said and grabbed him by the front of the shirt and yanked him down for a smouldering kiss. "So you better have a lot of stamina."

The room was dark and quiet. Quite the change from half an hour ago. But now, with just the moonlight streaming through the sheer curtains, they were both silent. Their bodies drenched in sweat and completely and utterly spent. How long they actually lay there for neither of them knew. All they were aware of was the feel of eachother's bodies and the pounding of their hearts. Lying on their sides, arms and legs entangled.

"Don?" she asked, running her hands over his shoulders and down his back.

"Yeah?"

"Are you awake?"

"Did I not just answer you?"

She pinched his side.

"Owww! Yeah, I'm awake. What's wrong? Are you okay?"

She sighed contently. "I'm perfect." she declared.

"I didn't hurt you?"

"No. You were amazing. In every sense of the word."

"You weren't so bad either."

"I wasn't so bad?" she laughed. "That's all you can say?"

"What do you want me to say?" he asked.

She pushed him away and he grabbed her and rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him.

"How about baby, you are fucking incredible and you blow my mind." she said, straddling his stomach.

"Baby," he ran a hand down her back and over her ass and around and down her thigh to her knee. "You were fucking amazing and you blew my mind. I've honestly never had sex as amazing as it is with you. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

"That's much better." she said and leaned down to kiss him. "I'll be back."

She climbed off of him, leaned over to flick on the bedside lamp, then slid off the bed. He watched her as she crossed the room and scooped up his shirt and slipped into it.

"Baby, when you wear my clothes it drives me insane." Flack said

"Why do you think I do it?" she asked with a grin and disappeared into the washroom. After a few minutes she called out to him. "You really need so see this bathroom!"

"It's a bathroom. What's there to see?"

"This is not an ordinary bathroom. Everything is automatic. You stand up, the toilet flushes. Put your hand under the faucet and the water turns on. Close the shower door and the glass frosts up. And the tub! The tub is one of those infinity ones where you can fil it to the top and if it over flows it goes into a special liner to drain! And the hot tub fits at least ten!"

"No hot tubs." Flack said. "The doctor said no hot tubs. Too dangerous to the baby."

"I know. And there's tons of candles in here!"

"I know what you're going to say next."

"Well it is romantic." she reasoned. "And you did promise me romance tonight."

"I can do the bath thing. Just no bubbles."

"The bath beads smell like roses!"

"Don't even think about it, Samantha. Last thing I want to smell like is roses."

"I don't want you smelling like them either. I like men that smell like men. On the other hand, it is okay to be metro-sexual once in a while."

He shook his head. "I will pretend you never said that."

"Nothing wrong with a guy that gets pedicures and manicures." she said. "It's when they start shaving body hair off and wearing eye liner and mascara and nail polish that I worry."

"Well you never have to worry about that." he assured her. "I have no desire to shave my chest or my arms or my legs or wear makeup."

"Good. You're a man's man, Don. Just the type I like. But I warn you, if I ever come home and you're wearing my underwear..."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Just a warning. In case you ever feel the urge to see what a black lace thong feels like."

"Never gonna happen. And even if it did, your underwear would never fit. You're like eighty pounds lighter than me."

"True." she journeyed out of the bathroom. "See what I bought for you today?" she asked as she approached the bed.

"What's that?" he sat up and looked. She was standing by the end of the bed in a light pink satin spaghetti strapped nightie that stopped just above her knees and had a generous neckline trimmed with lace. "Whoa..." he said approvingly. "Where'd you get that?"

"Victoria's Secret. Carmen and I stopped in over lunch. Let's just say you and Tim should be very, very happy men."

"I can't speak for Speed, but I am very, very, very, very happy. It's beautiful. You're beautiful. Amazing."

She smiled. "Even comes with a robe and matching undies." she lifted the hem of the nightie and twirled around to give him a few of the thong panties.

He swallowed noisily. "Sweetie, you honestly have the most amazing ass I've ever seen." he told her.

She climbed onto the bed and kissed him. "Do you remember how I said if you were a good boy I'd let you do your thing, within reason?"

"I remember." he said, hard all ready.

"Well guess what?" she kissed him again and reached down to fondle his cock. "You were a very, very good boy."

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