A/N: I first want to say thank you to everyone who has reviewed/favorited etc. If I have failed to reply I apologize, this last week as been hectic and things aren't getting much better. I have come down with H1N1, or at least the doctor suspects I have. That can't diagnose me without admitting me to the hospital. I live in a rather rural area and the doctor won't admit me to the hospital unless I am a special circumstances case. Since I am neither young, old, have children or previous existing medical conditions – I fall in the category of suffering at home in silence. That being said, I will apologize now for the lateness of the next chapter. I haven't fully started on it yet and I still have a ways for recovery (not to mention the fact that New Moon is out in just a few days and I'll be damned if I miss it). I am sure you can understand and will be supportive in my recovery. Thanks again, you guys are all amazing :)

Thanks to my wonderful beta LittleLea05 who will be directly on her way to my house. Can't wait to see you Bestie!!

Disclaimer: Plot mine, everything else, Stephenie Meyer

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable. ~Bruce Lee

Chapter 5 – Marty's

Edward POV

To say that my first day as a firefighter was extreme in nature would be a massive understatement. My first day was exhilarating. The fire, the crew, all the interaction of that day has really made me think about my new crew, my new station, my new family. I really like working at Station 17. Of all the different stations and crews I imagined I could work with – none of them could equal up to my new crew. They were so laid back, so fun to be around, yet when that call comes in – the responsibility takes over and they become the men (and woman) they were destined to be. Heroes. It was what I wanted to be, and some day, I would.

Engine 17 and Ladder Truck 17, although stationed in the same building, the crew of each one didn't interact with each other as much as I thought they would. They stuck together with the exception of Peter and Jasper. In firefighting, family should not be on the same crew if it can be prevented, so it's no wonder those two were always hanging out together. I found in my first week at the station that I got along great with Emmett, Jasper and Peter. They were so lighthearted and free spirited that I was instantly drawn to their companionship. They didn't treat me like the probie that I was even though they often made jokes at my expense. They were decent guys I enjoyed being around.

Jacob on the other hand was a whole other story. On a call we worked great with each other. We anticipated what each other would need and moved accordingly. We were in rhythm with each other from that very first fire which is almost unheard of in the fire service. Instant compatibility with your partner was rare. But once we were back at the firehouse, the walls went up and we ignored each other at all costs. He spent most his time with the ladder guys instead. It was like immediate hatred with each other and the only thing I could base it upon was my budding friendship with one Engineer Swan. I had learned that first day that they had once dated, but it was years before. I honestly had tried to not eavesdrop in on their conversation but their raised voices brought up a million questions. When I had glanced around the kitchen table at the other crew members, they didn't look perturbed at all. I had to assume this happened often.

It wasn't until I actually listened to their words did I find the opening I needed in order to understand. He didn't like me. Not because he thought I wasn't good at my job, no, but because I found Bella attractive. He was being ridiculous and too damn possessive for his own good. Every guy would find Bella attractive. I would have to seriously consider the orientation of the guy that didn't. She is a beautiful, smart, strong, independent, sardonic woman. Who wouldn't? And yes, I can admit, that I was developing a 'crush' on her. I knew I shouldn't. Dating ones superior is highly frowned upon in this industry. Not to mention the fact that she said she would never date another firefighter again, or the fact that I was too broken to be any good to her. I couldn't, wouldn't, do that to her. I needed to just keep my head in the game and do my job. Friendship was the only thing I should be offering her.

And offer I did. We spent the rest of the work week together. When we were not on a call or sleeping, she was teaching me anything and everything about the station, the engine and the protocols we were supposed to adhere to. Spending nearly all my time with Bella at the station was incredible. She was so funny with her snarky comments and come backs at the guys, she really knew how to hold her own. She was intelligent in the way she explained things too. Made it rather easy for me to remember their system, how they went about doing things in the station. All in all, my first week on Engine 17 was surprisingly easier than I ever thought possible.

During my first week I learned exactly why they said this was the busiest firehouse in town. Alice. I haven't met her yet but I feel like I know her already from the stories that Bella and the guys told me. She worked at the dispatch and she personally handled our department. As long as we were up high enough on the call sheet, she made sure we got called, to all the decent calls at least. My first day alone I had a fire, car accident, two medical calls and then one more fire that followed into the next day. I can completely understand now why all the crew sleeps whenever they can. If they don't jump on it when they can, they'll never get it.

But it was now Friday morning. We officially get off the clock at eight AM for three whole days and we come back to work Monday at eight AM. I have a mixture of emotions about that. I'm completely looking forward to sleeping as much as possible, but I want to be here working. I want to be able to feel that rush of a call again. However, if I am completely honest with myself, I wanted to see Bella more. I will be tonight, that's the one saving grace from having to take these three days off. Apparently it is the stations tradition or something to go out every Friday night together and get utterly shitfaced. It's their way to unwind and I figured I could get to know my crew a bit better this way.

I was surprised to find out that Marty's was literally walking distance for nearly all of us. We all lived within a couple blocks of the station with the exception of James, Mike and Peter. Surprisingly Jacob and I lived in the same apartment building and didn't even know it. He was just a few floors below me and we just never ran into one another. Thankfully.

As soon as we got off the clock for the weekend, I said my quick goodbyes to everyone, told them I'd meet up with them later, and bolted home. I was going to sleep the day away so I could be well rested for this evening. We were meeting at eight so that left me twelve hours of uninterrupted time. So why was I lying here fully awake thinking about this past week? Easy answer – Engineer Isabella Swan.

As much as I try to deny it, I was falling. The more I learned the more I had to know. I wanted to know everything there was about her. I felt like a creepy stalker from the way I yearned to question her. But there was one subject she seemed to avoid just as much or more than me. Her mother. Whenever we got even remotely close to that topic she shut down, turned a corner and moved on to an entirely different subject on the opposite side of the direction we happen to be going. She obviously didn't want to talk about her, and the more she avoided it, the more curious I got. Did she lose her mother like I did? What happened? Why wasn't she around? Did she have a step mother she didn't like too? But it wasn't my place to ask her that. All I could do was hope that one day she would need to talk about it and would want to talk to me. I could be patient no matter how much she was driving me insane.

Insane in a good way, of course. It wasn't just her complex intriguing mind that had me befuddled and curious. Her body was so enticing. So toned and perfect, round hips, an ass you just had to grab, perfect handful of a chest. And when she walked around in her turnout pants and just a t-shirt after a call – instant hard on. A lot of her beauty steamed from the confidence she projected as an engineer. She was the ultimate cocky firefighter even if she didn't realize it. The guys worshiped her and girls wanted to be her. But I don't think she ever saw that. She isn't vain and she doesn't care what anyone thinks. She tends to keep to herself around the crew but when she does interact…maybe I am a little obsessed. I need to knock this off and keep myself in check.

I nearly lost all my self control after what I am now calling the 'group shower' incident. Emmett had made some joke about 'dropping the soap' when she walked in wearing nothing but a towel. I nearly lost it. My mind started flooding with a million different ways I wanted her to drop the soap. I was thankful that her shower had such high walls and was far enough away from me that I would be tempted to try to sneak a peek. I was also glad nobody could see me that well or they definitely see the massive hard on that I couldn't will away. I took the quickest shower of my life and bolted out of there as soon as I could. I was half dressed when I heard a loud thump.

I had seriously thought she had hurt herself when I heard her slip in the hall after her shower. Being as clumsy as she is, she should know better than to go traipsing around the station dripping wet in nothing but a towel. Not like I am complaining. But I wasn't expecting for her to stand there, nearly naked, and lift her towel up to her hip like it was nothing. The soft smooth curves of her body pulled my eyes to her like a magnet. She had a bruise forming but I barely saw it. I was entranced by the subtle curve I could see of her ass and the gentle slope into a place I was dying to explore. I was close to giving into temptation and shoving her against the wall when I heard a throat clear. I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw the knowing look Emmett was giving me. I forced myself to look at the floor so Bella wouldn't suspect anything.

Emmett started spouting off some crap about Hershey Kisses that I just didn't understand but Bella was blushing, severely. I assumed it had to be some inside joke of theirs. Jasper came out seconds later and made a joke about Bella and the fireman poles in the front room. I was a little upset with them being so crude about her in that way. We had POSH for a reason and saying shit like that was definitely not POSH. But Bella didn't look too disturbed, just slightly pissed as she stomped off. But now that the idea was planted in my head, it didn't need any water to grow. Every time I look at those poles in the front room now, I can't help but picture her on them. I can bet my left nut that the first time I watch her slide down one, even in the most innocent way possible, I will jizz in my pants like I was a twelve year old boy seeing porn for the first time. Abso- fucking -lutely guarantee it.

I was startled awake by the sound of my cell phone ringing loudly on my nightstand. I rolled over to grab it and noticed it was already dark outside. I sat up and quickly flipped it open. I had a text from Emmett – "Where you at? Thought you said you were drinking with us tonight?" I glanced at the clock and noticed it was already twenty after eight. I quickly scrambled out of bed and bolted to the bathroom. I just needed a quick shower before I go.

Bella POV

We were all sitting in our normal two booths by one of the pool tables at Marty's. It was a Friday night so the bar was packed, but Marty always made sure we got our normal spot with the first round of beers on the house. It was his way of constantly thanking us. A few years back, one rowdy night a fight broke out here and one way or another, a fire did too. We were lucky to be at the station when the call came through and close enough to save his place before any considerable damage was done. Since then, Marty makes sure to treat his firefighters well.

"I have to break the seal, be right back." Rose mumbled as she set down her second empty glass of beer. I glanced at Alice who had her eyes glued to the guys playing pool.

"Jeez, does she have to be so crude about it?" Charlotte laughed as she took a swig of her beer.

"That's just Rose, you know that." I responded absentmindedly. I glanced down and my phone and noticed it was already a quarter to nine and he wasn't here yet. I shouldn't be awaiting him like I am but I can't help it. It also didn't escape my attention that once he arrives; we will essentially be paired off. Thankfully Alice and Rose haven't started in on their normal twenty questions.

I heard the large wooden door at the front of the bar open up and creak like normal. I turned my head to look and saw that it wasn't him. I tried to look away swiftly but Alice caught me checking anyway.

"Bella…Who are you looking for?" Her eyes gleamed and I couldn't help but get nervous at her excitement.

"No one Alice. Just people watching." I looked into my glass and took another swig.

"Oh that's a lie. I have it on good authority that she is hoping for a Hershey Kiss tonight." Rose slid back into our booth and I wanted to punch her.

"Good to see you are being your typical bitchtastic self tonight Rose…" I shot her a pointed look as I drank the last of my beer. At this rate I'll probably be toasted before he even gets here.

"Oh don't get mad at me. I can't help it if you're so easy to tease. Besides, have I said anything that isn't true?" She raised her eyebrow at me and I tried to look anywhere but at her. "That's what I thought. Besides Bella, you've been doing the whole drunken one night stand for long enough, when are you just going to pick one to settle with?"

I glanced up from the table to see that all three of them had their eyes glued to me. I shook my head. "You know I don't do commitment and I am not going to fuck with a firefighter, I think I learned my lesson the first time."

"But Bella…" Charlotte interjected, "No one says you can't have a little fun. From what the girls have told me about the newbie…"

"Which they have only heard second hand from their husbands…" I quickly interrupted.

"Besides the point…" She continued, "It sounds as if both of you are hot for each other." She laughed as she took another drink.

"Yeah Bella, besides, with him joining your crew…you are now the only two single people on it right?" Of course she'd figure that out, "You deserve some happiness." I opened my mouth to reply but Alice cut me off with a penetrating glare. "Don't even say it Bella. That woman was selfish, you are not. You're the most selfless person I know, it's time you realize that and be happy for once. Stop punishing yourself for her mistakes."

The sound of Emmett's booming voice cut off any of our further discussion. "Eddie! You made it!" I quickly slid out of the booth to go get another beer before my traitor blush gave me away. I was standing by the bar waiting for my beer as Edward walked up to everyone. He shook Em's hand and said something to him which elicited a laugh from everyone. I watched as he was introduced to Alice, Rose and Charlotte. Rose turned and looked at me raising an eyebrow as Alice just stood there looking giddy but desperately trying to hold it in. Edward glanced up and saw me standing at the bar. That ever sexy grin of his spread across his face. I turned away quickly trying to get Marty's attention to hurry up with my beer.

"Hey Bella." I heard his sexy voice next to me and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I didn't even realize he had walked up next to me.

"Hey Edward."

"What, no probie, newbie, rook tonight?" He laughed as he turned towards the bar to get Marty's attention too.

"We aren't at the station, you're just Edward…" I laughed, "Unless you'd like me to call you one of those names in public? Maybe you are one of those guys that get off on people thinking you're inexperienced?"

He laughed as he ordered a beer and two shots of tequila as Marty set my beer down in front of me. He shook his head. "Bella, I'm anything but inexperienced." His voice dripped with the double meaning in his sentence. I should have figured he would be able to keep up my quips. Marty walked back over and set the alcohol on the bar in front of him.

"So, who are the shots for? You're that late you think you need to catch up with us?"

He pushed one of the shots towards me. "Well, yeah kinda. But I also thought you wouldn't mind taking one with me to celebrate."

I grabbed the salt, licked my hand and sprinkled it on there. I grabbed a lime and the shot, "Okay, so what are we celebrating?" I noticed he had done the same and had his shot raised ready for a toast.

"To my first week as a successful probie. I didn't fuck up or kill anyone; I got stuck with an awesome crew and made some damn nice new friends."

"Don't forget that you have the hottest fuck awesome engineer ever." I jokingly threw in.

"Of course." He smiled slightly as he clinked his glass against mine, licked his hand, shot the tequila and bit into the lime. I was still standing there staring embarrassingly. I couldn't help but imagine a different scenario where a body shot was included and I was his salt lick. I tore my eyes away and quickly did my shot before he could notice me staring. We set the shot glasses down, grabbed our beers and started making our way back over to our friends.

I couldn't help but notice the way Rose and Alice were looking at us. If I have learned anything about those two, then I know that they know that I know I am utterly fucked. And they will play that to their advantage of trying to hook us up. It's almost like it is their mission in life to make sure that Bella gets laid. I wouldn't mind in the least bit hooking up with Edward, he is absurdly hot and makes me feel things I haven't ever felt before. But it's that reason I don't want to. I can't let him get that close where one or both of us gets hurt because of my past. It's the reason why I don't do commitment; it's the reason why I can't get close to anyone on more than a friend level. It's why I am preprogrammed to fail. I'm never going to be good enough, so why try just so I can fail? It wasn't worth it. So if I have to do one night stands, spend eternity living in my studio apartment alone and just have my friends as company – I'll do it. I don't ever want to be that person who inflicts the same heartbreak I had on anyone else.

"Edward, wanna play a game of pool?" Jasper called out to us as we walked back over to them.

"Yeah sure, why not?" Edward set his drink down on the table and grabbed a pool cue.

"Uh…" Alice laughed. "You might want to hold off and see how they play pool if you plan on not passing out before midnight."

We all kind of laughed. I knew how the guys' games of pool went. It was one of the reasons I don't pick up a pool cue anymore. Too many drunken one nights with faceless guys because of their drinking games. Besides, they practice playing pool all the time at the station.

"What do you mean?" Edward asked as he took a drink of his beer and started chalking up his pool cue.

Rose cleared her throat and answered, "We play drinking games via the pool game. Sometimes its couples, teams, or one on one. Either way, winner gets to pick a way for the loser to take a shot or drink, in the most creative way possible. Of course, the more drunk we get the less creative and more…disgusting the shots get. Also, the people watching…" She motioned to us sitting in the booths, "We take bets and usually the winner gets to help the winner of the game with the shot."

"Basically, what she is trying to say…" I interjected. "Is that we play to get plastered. Hope you are good at pool, nobody beats Jasper." I took a drink of my beer and got comfortable in the booth we were all joking and laughing as they racked the balls and set out on their game.

"You can break Edward, it's only fair." Jasper said with a sly smirk as Edward took position. He broke and instantly a stripe went in. Jasper stood back and watched as Edward sunk two more stripes before scratching on one. Jasper smirked as he stepped up for his turn. He sunk four before he too scratched. We were all sitting in the booths almost quiet as we watched the game progress. Usually you only played against Jasper because you wanted to get shit faced. The only time someone ever really beat Jasper was when he was too toasted to play straight.

I watched as Edward stepped back up to the pool table for his turn. "Rose and I will play winner, teams." Emmett called out. Edward laughed and nodded his head; he looked over at me and smirked. I watched as he turned back to the table and sunk the rest of the stripes.

"Eight ball, right corner pocket." He called out confidently. We all sat there kind of stunned that, if he sinks the eight ball, he'll be the first to beat a sober Jasper. I held my breath until I saw the eight ball disappear. Sure as shit, we had a new pool god. Edward won.

"Nicely done Edward." Jasper said as he came up and shook his hand. "Em, you sure you guys want to play next?"

Emmett downed the rest of his beer and stood up. "Yeah, man why not? Maybe it was beginners luck? Edward, pick your shot or drink for Jasper so we can get on to the next game."

"Okay…But I'm not exactly sure what to pick…" Edward glanced at us looking for a suggestion. Peter quickly got up and grabbed Edwards arm to drag him over to the bar. Emmett grabbed a pool cue and started chalking it while Rose racked up the balls for the next game. Peter and Edward returned minutes later.

"Here you go Jazz." Edward said as he sat down a glass of Guinness and a shot glass full of Baileys and Jameson. "Irish Car Bomb."

"Damn Peter, did you have to tell him that drink." All of us let out a laugh. An Irish Car Bomb was the first drink Jasper ever had and to this day it's the only one that gets him drunk really fast. Jasper has always had a high tolerance for alcohol. I watched as he dropped the shot into the glass and proceeded to chug it down. I have a feeling that all of us will be hating tomorrow.

"Okay Edward, pick a partner let's get this game rolling…" Rose said as she leaned over to break. Everyone in the bar had a clear shot to look straight down her shirt, her breasts prominently on display to the whole bar. I tore my eyes away and looked over at Edward, fully expecting to see his eyes glued to Roses' chest just like every other guy. But no, he wasn't even looking at the pool table, he was looking at me.

"Bella…Would you like to play this round with me?" I looked up into his emerald eyes and felt my world shift. As cheesy as that sounds, I felt my world shift to him. I would do almost anything he asked me to do – and that was really bad news. He stuck out his hand to help me up from the booth and I didn't hesitate to take it. I looked over and saw Alice smiling at me like she had predicted this all along.

I hardly said anything to Edward as we each took our turns. I could feel the several beers I had affecting my game. I hadn't made one shot yet, but then again, neither had Rose. This was basically a game between Emmett and Edward with mine and Roses drunken asses in the way. Perhaps the guys just wanted to watch us bend over the table.

We kept taking our turns. Rose and I were laughing most the time at the edge of the table at how serious the boys seemed to be. All of our friends had taken bets on who would win. Alice and Jasper thought that Edward and I would, but Peter and Charlotte thought that Rose and Emmett would. Probably because they have seen me play before and know how badly I suck at it. Before I knew it though, Emmett and Rose had one ball left on the table and we had two plus the eight ball and it was their turn. We were going to lose. Sure enough, Emmett sunk their last ball and the eight ball in the side pocket.

"Ha! See I told you it was beginners luck!" Emmett yelled as he won.

"Pssht! Em you know I suck at this game and that's when I am sober."

"Okay, Okay…" He grabbed his beer and downed the rest of it. "Shots!" He yelled suddenly and ran off towards the bar. This has the potential to suck really bad. He came back moments later and shoved a shot glass into Edwards hand and a lime. "Sorry Bells…you know the rules…" He said as he proceeded to grope at my chest, pulling my spaghetti strap shirt even lower. He pulled away seconds later with a shot glass of tequila nuzzled in between my breasts. Fucking Emmett. "Body shots!" He was obviously drunk with the way he was yelling. I turned even more red on the spot knowing that Edward would be pulling that glass out from between my breasts with his mouth. Oh good lord.

It felt like all the eyes in the bar were on Edward and me at that point, truthfully it was probably only our friends. I felt my face heat up even worst and my breaths came in shorter spurts. I was on the edge of hyperventilating. At this point, I was thoroughly glad at how drunk I was feeling, otherwise, I don't think I could have ever gone through with this. Edward smirked and leaned forward. I felt his tongue slightly graze the top of my breast right by where the shot glass was sitting. A shudder ripped through me and I closed my eyes. Perhaps if I didn't watch it happening it wouldn't be as erotic.

"Bella…" I heard him quietly whisper. "Open your mouth." I groaned as I opened my eyes and saw a lime wedge in between his fingers. I opened my mouth slightly and let him barely put the lime on my lips. I steeled my arms to my side and closed my eyes again. I didn't want to see all my friends standing around watching this happen. I knew Rose and Alice; they'd be able to see the desire clearly written across my face. I felt his hot breath wash across my chest before his warm tongue gently swept across the line of salt. I felt the tug of the shot glass between my breasts and my eyes flew open. He downed the shot without even touching the shot glass and then leaned. His eyes locked with mine as he continued to lean in. His lips wrapped around the lime between mine without even touching me. I groaned quietly to myself as he stepped back. That was so fuck hot and I do believe a change of underwear might be in order.

"Your turn." He smiled at me as he handed over the shot glass he was holding and another lime wedge. Shit, how am I gonna top that? I looked around us and noticed our friends weren't in fact watching us as much as I thought they were. Jasper and Peter were engaged in another game of pool, Emmett and Charlotte looked to be playing a round of quarters and Rose and Alice were over at the bar. I took that as my opportunity. I gently pushed Edward over towards an empty chair and pushed him to take a seat. He did, smiling with his eyebrow cocked in surprise. I swiftly straddled his lap and grabbed the salt out of his hand. I leaned in and skillfully licked the side of his neck long and leisurely making sure to get a large area to cover with salt. I like a lot of salt with my tequila. I quickly poured if over his neck, leaned back and put the lime at his closed mouth. He opened his lips just enough to hang onto the lime wedge. Still holding the shot glass, I put my hands up behind him on the back of the chair to steady myself. I felt his hands slide up my thighs to hold onto my waist. I leaned in and slowly started to lick up the salt; not missing a single grain. I may have shifted my hips forward a few times and quietly, just loud enough for him to hear, moaned into his neck. No use hiding the pretenses now; we both knew it was there. I felt his hands tighten on my hips as I pulled away, downed the shot and leaned in for the lime wedge. I gently took it from his lips but I made sure to deftly lick his bottom lip ever so slightly before taking it.

I quickly got up off his lap trying to ignore a certain prominent member and heard him groan softly. I walked back over to our group of friends just in time for Alice to grab my hand and yank me towards the bathroom. I could feel the shot warming my body from the inside out as we banged into the bathroom. "Isabella Marie Swan! What the hell was that?" Her voice screeched and I was just glad they played loud enough music in the bar to cover it up.

"What was what Alice?"

"That. That little stunt you just pulled. You may have thought nobody saw it but I sure as hell did and I know you and I know what you don't want to do. Why would you do that if just hours ago you told me that you learned your lesson?"

"Because he is fucking hot Alice and I can't help it. Bad idea to get me drunk around the probie, that'll only lead to one thing. You know how many guys have left here with me because of that stupid pool drinking game, what'd you expect? Besides, weren't you trying to get me to hook up with him? What does it matter if I do?"

"I have been watching you two all night Bella and that boy isn't in it just for a lay. He hasn't kept his eyes off you all night, so if you go through with it you better be prepared to break his little heart because I know you're routine too well." She snapped as she turned and walked out of the bathroom. I stood in front of the sinks and looked at myself. I quickly splashed some cold water on my face and decided that I don't need to be drinking anymore with the rook tonight, only bad things will happen. And Alice is right, Edward deserved better than that. A quick fuck and a potentially broken heart? No. Friendship. That is what I can do. That was all I should do.

I made my way back out to our friends, grabbed my jacket and purse from the booth. I laid down a couple of twenties to cover my share and turned to them. "I think I am done drinking for the night guys. I'm just gonna walk home now. Alice, I'll you in the AM." I turned to leave and saw Edward stand up and put his jacket on, throwing some money on the table too.

"Bella, Let me walk with you. It's late and you shouldn't be walking by yourself." I just smiled and nodded at him. I didn't want to walk by myself but I also didn't want to be tempted to invite him in. He followed me outside into the crisp summer air of Seattle and followed as I turned towards the right to head home. My studio apartment wasn't far from the bar actually, literally only a block ahead. I lived in one of eight apartments located over a Chinese food place. It was awesome, when I was starving, to live where I did, but sometimes you get annoyed with smelling chow mein all the time.

We walked in companionable silence to my building and against my better judgment I turned and asked him up. "You want some coffee or something?" Coffee? Really? At midnight, who needs coffee unless they are gonna stay up all night fucking?

"Sure. I wouldn't mind some food actually. This Chinese place smells awesome." I laughed as we started up the stairs. My studio was on the top floor and of course there were no elevators.

"Well, I have some leftovers from today in my fridge if you want some. Hope you like pork chow mein, sweet and sour pork and fried rice cause that's what I've got."

"That sounds mouth watering actually." He commented as we reached my door. I unlocked it and strolled in.

"This is it." I motioned to my studio. As soon as you walk in the door to the left was the kitchen, other than that it was an open floor plan. Next to the kitchen I had my TV, couch and desk. To the right of that was my dresser along the wall with the windows that looked out over my street, my bed and then the bathroom. My studio was basically a large square room with a kitchen and bathroom on one end. "Make yourself comfortable." I motioned to the couch and he walked over. I started pulling out left over lunch to heat up for him. "You're welcome to put something on if you'd like." I gestured to the TV and he nodded. He started looking through my DVD collection. Minutes later I was putting two plates down on the table and two bottles of water as he started up the TV.

The opening credits started to play for The Dark Knight as we both sat back in the couch eating our leftover dinner and acting every bit like the happy couple. I grabbed a blanket after we were finished eating and sat back to relax. Somewhere around the Joker making the pencil disappear; I fell asleep. I awoke a little while later to the feeling of being lifted off the couch. "What…"

"Shhh, go back to sleep Bella. I'm just moving you to the bed and then I'll head home." I heard him quietly whisper to me as he sat me down on the bed.

"No, no. You should stay. It's late. I don't mind." I mumbled as I rolled over in bed and promptly drifted back to sleep.

A/N: Firefighter 101 – refresher, POSH: Prevention of Sexual Harassment. Other than that, no firefighting lesson today. Hope you enjoyed the sexual tension. I suppose I could say that it'll get a bit worst before it gets relieved. So….have you ever taken a body shot?? Review and let me know :)