Still Fan Fiction Retarded because I'm so new and failing with epic proportion! Any tips please comment cause its very traumatic xxxx lotsa love chickens

Getting home was fun, being able to stay at home was great. Four oclock no worries. Then leaving with a stomach full of real dinner was even weirder, Josh didn't come with me. Someone came home though, and I wasn't too happy when reaching the door to find that Josh had brought friends back to our place.

"I can't open the door if I'm here." And by here I meant pushed hard against my front door with a gorgeous man sucking softly on my bare shoulder, leaving wet marks all up and down my neck.
"Should have thought about that before grabbing me in the taxi." Eyes darkened with lust he dropped me back onto the ground, giving me the chance to wrench my keys to the door and push it open. I hardly expected Josh to be laughing with a beer in hand, guys scattered around the couches in front of the TV.
"Go upstairs, give me three seconds." Tony nodded, grabbing my ass and walking past the group quickly before running up the stairs. I stood there, arms crossed as Josh gave me a 'ooh your getting some look'.

"Hey Mr. I-didn't-pay-rent-last-month. Guess who has the right to kick people out of the house?" As his face dropped my hand rose, pointing sharply at me.

"Look at that." He looked very annoyed with this. But I haven't got any for a very long time and it would be really nice if he took his new friends and went to find somewhere nicer...and emptier.

"Come on, you haven't even met my new band yet!" He moved over, four highly-groomed boys coming into view.

"Hi, I'm Maddie and I really need everyone to leave. Don't want to keep Tony waiting." I yanked the front door open, Josh standing there incredibly pissed off as his friends all left, him the last to go.

"I really hate you sometimes."

"You sound like a child. Wish me luck!" I slammed the door, sighing with excitement. Tony was tall dark and handsome, very fit and wonderfully American. Everyone's type. He was a little older than me, I wouldn't normally go for someone like him but I went to the bar to get a drink, him sitting there all smug with this look that said 'Yep, we are going home together. There's no point in pretending you have a chance'. He was right.

"Boys are gone, I'll be up there in a sec!" I called out taking my shoes off, putting my bag down and ruffling around with my hair. Just because he was terribly arrogant it didn't mean I was going to live by every command. I was going to let him sweat, fluffing around and taking off pointy jewellery. It had been long enough, myself turning the downstairs TV off before walking upstairs straight for my bedroom.

"Manchester are up by three." After realising I was right in front of him he looked up, standing up and grinning at me.

"I hate soccer." Ha, soccer. That was cute. Just before his body pressed against mine, hands greedily slipping around my waist I held him back for a moment, hacking at the dress zipper and letting it drop to the floor.

"Better, where were we..." He swallowed dryly, saying a little thank you prayer as my legs wrapped around his strong waist. Tony was definitely a cop at least, law enforcement of some sort. I might even push to say FBI, it was hard to tell. My father was a sniper in the Marine corps so I knew what men looked like when they had been trained. This man was an officer of the law, whether it was agent or street cop. Either way the man knew how to take off a bra.

"Slow down buster, least get on the bed." I whispered in his ear, giving him an excuse to stop with the foreplay and walk over to the bed, forcing me down with him pushed on top. Letting his arm trail down my back I ran fingers through his hair, for an old bloke he had gorgeous dark brown locks. I assisted with his shirt being ripped off, admiring the scars on his torso. Most definitely an agent of some sort. Not that I cared, loved a man in uniform. We shared another heated kiss, myself grinning as his lips left a wet trail down in-between my breasts all the way to my stomach, dinner-plate hands still wrapped around my backside.

"Is that...honey dust?" He asked to my chest, quickly coming back up and looking down like a predator, waiting for an answer that appeared to depend on the rest of the night.

"Is that a problem? I had dry skin and a...friend of mine recommended it." He grinned devilishly, leaning down and sucking hard on my bottom lip, myself groaning into the kiss at how amazing he was. Thinking about it, I've never been with a guy older than me. Tony wasn't really old, but he would have been thirty three. And it was so exciting. He was tall and brave, experienced and sexy. I was enjoying myself way too much.

"Its hot."

Waking up the next day was a little painful, having warm arms wrapped around me dulled the pain of the small hangover but I could still feel a faint headache billowing around my head. I pulled my eyes open, carefully squishing out of the strong arms and sitting up. Now I needed to get him out of my house.

"Good morning gorgeous." A cheeky grin wiped across his face, admiring me getting dressed in panties and an over-sized shirt. I made a point of not putting his shirt on, it would mean getting undressed for him to leave and that was the last thing I wanted to bring on.

"Morning Tony. What would you like for breakfast?" Today was the only day I didn't eat unimaginable things for breakfast, I actually got to cook eggs and sit down with tea and a paper. Might even get a muffin, I'll see what Josh hasn't eaten in the cupboard.

"I get all of last night and you're making me breakfast?" I nodded, thinking about what I could say to make him leave. I'm pregnant? I love you? I'm pregnant and I love you? Last one would make him crap himself, but I unfortunately believed that I needed to just lay it on the line...after eggs of course.

Whilst making the omelet he got dressed, moving around upstairs as I hummed to myself, slicing bacon. Maybe I can just say this wasn't a long term thing. Hopefully he thought it was just as meaning less as I did. Most guys have this problem, I could be the angel he sent for. Hot, steamy, meaningless sex with a cooked breakfast and a kick out the door.

"Smells good." He walked downstairs with last nights clothes on, messy hair and belt done tight. Last night I might have been a little tipsy and the club might have been dark, but even right now Tony was still smoking hot. Even if he was up himself.

"Thanks, you can pop the toast if you like." He walked around the counter, putting the toast down and turning to me with a smirk.

"So you are too professional to be a cop but not disciplined enough to me in the army. Who do you work for? If its not illegal to ask." I added with a grin, stirring around the eggs and taking a bit lungful breath. He was right, it did smell good. Tony was taken aback how well I could spot an officer, but I'm sure he would tell me.

"Yes I am a Special Agent, got a family member in the force?" I nodded, pouring out the omelet on a plate and buttering his toast as he sat down at the breakfast bar. I needed to try and remember what my father did exactly, it was hard to remember.

"My father was a sniper for the marines, very good one too. I moved away from Washington when I was eighteen, being there reminded me of him. Unfortunately he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Shit happens, you know?" He nodded, slicing a corner of the eggs and placing them in his mouth with a satisfied groan. We shared the rest of breakfast together, the time coming as I placed the plates in the dishwasher. This will be fine. He's a womaniser, this will be heaven for him.

"I had a great night last night, but lately I've been going through some stuff and..."
"Oh thank God!" I cried stopping him dead centre in his 'I'm not in the position for a relationship' speech, giggling with relief. He was staring at me like I was a crazy person, I was over the moon.

"I thought you were going to linger, this was just sex for me. But I did have fun Tony, thank you." He looked pleasantly surprised as well, myself opening up the door as a gush of wind tickled my legs. I should eventually put some pants on.

"Thanks for the breakfast. You're good in bed and in the kitchen." Wow he's a douchebag when he's not having sex. I smiled, waving him off and closing the door. That was great, now I just needed Josh to forgive me.

Josh didn't come home Saturday, I had left for the restaurant and he was still nowhere to be seen. It was when I got home really late that I heard him thumping around upstairs, myself creeping up the stairs and knocking on his door.

"Josh I'm really sorry about last night...I hadn't gone out for a while and I was drunk. I'm sorry if I pissed off your friends." I was barely tipsy but its usually a good excuse. He pulled the door open, myself staring at a complete stranger. Josh was slumped on a beanbag in front of his TV, another beanbag with a video game controller and a bum print sat close next to him.

"I'm not that pissed off." The kid grinned, myself nodding and waiting for Josh to explain.

"Lachy this is Maddie, Maddie this is Lachlan. And I seriously don't care, we ended up having a pretty good night. Not as good as yours of course." He smirked going back to the game, myself seemingly forgiven. That was better than I expected.

"Nice to meet you Lachlan, I'm sorry I kicked you guys out last night. Didn't expect Josh to be home, let alone with friends." Just before I could get chatting with one of Josh's new buddies the phone started ringing, I excused myself and ran for my mobile which was ringing furiously in my room. The number wasn't in my phone but for no reason it looked familiar.

"Hello?"

"Hi Maddie...this is Tim." Tim? Tim. Tim?

"Tim?" He did just say that dumbass.

"Yes, its Tim...look I know its been a while...how are you?" I sat on my bed in shock, unable to speak for a while.

"Yes...I'm great. Very busy, lots of working. And yourself?" What on earth could he be ringing for?

"Yer really good. Look I know we haven't spoken for a while, but could I possibly ask you a favour?"

"Sure, anything." Way to sound desperate dumbass. Tim was a gorgeous guy I dated in college, like I said he was a real whiz with computers and taught me everything he knew. We would get into a bit of trouble us two, even brought the Feds to our doorstep. Tim was probably my first real love, we were that couple that always seemed to work. Like we had been together forever and were always going to stay that way. Didn't really work out I guess.

"How fast can you get to Washington?"