A/N: Because a certain lil' lady wanted a continuation from Awkward.

Hush

Rigsby struggled to keep a straight face as he read the note for the second time. He came to his favorite part and read aloud. "A lot. Really loudly. For hours at a time."

He looked up at his girlfriend's horrified and red expression. "It's nice to know our work isn't going unnoticed."

"This is so not funny, babe," Grace moaned, utterly humiliated. "How am I ever going to look Abby in the eye again? I mean, honestly! 'Hopefully I'll see you around?' Is she kidding? That's it," she threw her hands up. "I'm wearing a burka from now on. I'm moving to Europe. I'm changing my name to Kitty LaRue and opening a coffee shop. It's been fun, Agent Rigsby. I'll send you a postcard."

Rigsby grinned at her before launching forward from his sitting position on the couch. He grabbed her hips as she sat next to him and rolled her to the floor, attacking her neck with his tongue while tickling her ribs.

She shrieked and tried unsuccessfully to fight him off. She shoved weakly into his shoulders, gasping and giggling and clawing for freedom. "Get off!" she sobbed loudly. "She'll hear us!"

"Good!" he roared against her throat. "Ask her if she has any requests. I can start with 'Oh, my God, you're so damn beautiful,' and end by screaming your name and begging you to fuck me stupid."

"Shut up!" she screeched, tears streaming down her cheeks. Tired of being on the losing end, she bent her leg and shot it upwards, hooking his throat with startling flexibility and peeling him back and under her as she pinned his neck between her thigh and calf.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned as he was flipped expertly to his back. "That is so hot." His eyes burned into hers from his trapped position. "Take your clothes off and do it again."

"I said shut up, tough guy," she growled haughtily and squeezed him harder. Her bare skin was pricked by his stubble as her running shorts rode up a little. "We're never making another peep in this apartment again. I'm proclaiming it a Noise Free Zone from here on out."

His eyes snapped dangerously beneath her. She huffed down at him for good measure, enjoying how riled up he got when she ordered him around. What she didn't expect was his hand reaching up behind her until she felt his rough fingers slip into the leg of her shorts and zero in on her folds, stroking firmly. She gasped and tightened her grip on him instinctively, making him gasp with her as his throat was constricted.

She moaned loudly above him as he worked her. He smiled and rasped, "One of us is going to pass out, baby, and it sure as hell isn't going to be me." His other hand slid under her baby tee to fondle her breasts.

"God, I hate you," she groaned lovingly. Sparks of pleasure were shooting off in every direction as she jerked and strained in his hands. "How can I stay quiet when you touch me like this?"

He used her distraction to escape from her loosening hold and flip her underneath him once again. She barely noticed. As long as he kept caressing her through her shorts, she was pretty sure the Apocalypse itself wouldn't get her attention. She gripped his arms, arching all over her body into his fingers, begging for more.

"Take me to bed," he purred over her, watching with pure masculine pride as she rode his fingertips and whimpered his name. Fuck if it wasn't a sight that he'd take to his grave. "Take me into your bed and let me make love to you. I promise," he leaned down and kissed her plump lips, "we won't make a single sound."

He was getting very good at knowing which words drove her the craziest. He was learning that asking for permission made her absolutely wild. Permission into her bed. Permission into her body. Permission to fuck her until they both dropped from exhaustion. He'd whisper in such a way, stating rather than asking, that made her feel like her consent was merely a formality. That if she refused him, he'd rip her clothes off and lick every inch of her until, sobbing and pleading, she'd pull him close and take him deep. One day soon, she'd have enough restraint to find out what a refusal would do to him.

Now, she simply nodded.

He nodded back and rose up, pulling her with him, then dropping his shoulder into her stomach and lifting her up. She shrieked with surprise as he started walking to her room.

"Wayne! Put me down!"

She gasped when he reached up and smacked her ass lightly, half on her shorts and half on the skin just below her cheeks. "Hush," he admonished, tossing her on her bed. Towering above her, he grinned like a madman and stripped out of his clothes in record time. Standing naked, his cock jutting thickly, he stared down at her.

"Which wall is next to 34C?" he asked in a whisper.

Grace, already losing her vocabulary at the sight of her man all hot and bothered, simply pointed to the wall across from her bed. She didn't keep many things in her room. Aside from a desk in the corner, the wall was completely bare.

He turned back to her. "Naked. Now."

She didn't move. Instead, she cocked her eyebrow at him. He wasn't the only one who got riled up at being ordered around. "No."

He growled playfully and lunged at her. She shrieked again, only to have her mouth covered roughly by his hand. "Noise Free Zone, remember? No screaming." He hooked his fingers into the elastic of her short and yanked them off her. Grabbing her long legs, he tugged her until she was perched on the side of the bed while he settled between them, his knees on the floor. "Disobedient girl," he hissed quietly. "Get that top off or I'll make this the shortest-lived Noise Free Zone in history."

"No!" she hissed back, smiling brightly and letting him know that she wasn't backing down.

"Fine," he rumbled. "I'll just occupy myself until you decide to do as you're told."

He settled his head between her thighs and proceeded to lick her out while she bit her lips together and moaned hotly behind the seal. The intensity of his attack had her bucking against his mouth and sobbing loudly, even with her lips closed. Her actions were rewarded with another smack to the ass and being pinned more securely to the mattress. Hush! he commanded wordlessly, and went back to punishing her willfulness with the most devastating tongue fuck of her life.

Oh, he was a cruel man.

Grace could let go and scream her head off as he relentlessly pushed her towards release, thus breaking her fifteen-minute old rule. Or she could take her top off, admitting defeat and acquiescing to his demands.

Damn him!

She relented and pulled her top off, her breasts spilling out at she arched her back and spasmed under him.

He lifted his head and smirked at her stunning, naked body, but didn't take long to enjoy the view. He was too interested in making her scream and breaking her precious new rule. Taking advantage of her position, he placed his arms on the underside of her knees and pushed her back into the mattress. He was half kneeling, half leaning over her. Grace's eyes widened. They'd never done it in this position before. Her thighs pushed into her chest and his as he lowered himself. She knew it the minute she felt him nudge gently inside her, she was a goner.

She bit her lips hard as her body stretched tightly around him. The position took him so deep that her entire being cried out with overjoyed pleasure. Her eyes rolled up and her lips fell open.

Heaven.

Rigsby hadn't planned on losing at his own game, at least not so early on, but as her pussy burned and squeezed the holy hell out of him, a groan escaped his lips that couldn't be mistaken for anything else but a man buried deep in the most perfect fuck of his life.

He hissed when a slim little hand shot out and slapped his ass, so conveniently reachable on the other side of her hips. Hush! the sweet little sting taunted him.

He looked down and caught her eyes. The defiant gaze that met his made him want to roar with joy. Jesus Christ, but he loved this woman. She jutted her cute little finger at the wall across the room and brought the same finger to her lips.

Ssssshhhhh.

He withdrew from her and grinned. Oh, we'll see who stays quiet, baby.

He plunged deep, making her take all of him. She went rigid underneath him and strained wildly. He stroked again, loving how agonizingly deep the position let him thrust. She bucked against his hips, her eyes shut tightly, her lips securely between her teeth as she kept silent.

He smirked and began stroking rhythmically, pulling all the way out and sinking all the way in, driving her deep into the bed and making her inhale sharply with each deeply penetrating thrust. She clapped her hands over her mouth, keeping the breathy gasps as muted as possible as he trapped her and drove into her like a machine. Abby couldn't possibly hear her breathing, but Abby was all but forgotten as Grace and Wayne continued to wordlessly dare each other to scream first.

Grace was in hell. She hadn't realized just how vocal they were as lovers. She wanted to mindlessly praise him, breathlessly stroke his ego with the God's honest truth that he felt so damn wonderful inside her. She wanted to coo his name over and over. She wanted to sob with every smack of their hips. She wanted to demand he fuck her harder. Faster. Moremoremoremore.

Poor Abby. No wonder she never got any sleep.

Rigsby was in hell. He'd never thought of himself as a talkative man, but being in Grace's body triggered some kind of mental stimulation that left him wanting to groan and babble nonstop about how gorgeous she was when she was under him. He wanted to hiss how perfect she felt around him. He wanted drive all of his hard into all of her soft and just howl with ecstasy as she called his name in that sweet little voice.

He wanted to tell her a million things. The same million things he always told her and that Abby was now privy to thanks to crappy urban planning. No wonder she'd cringed at hearing them. The things he wanted to say were so damn intense and private that anyone hearing them would feel like an intruder, even with a wall between them.

The wall.

Rigsby reached down and pulled Grace up into his arms, their bodies still locked together. She gasped, clutching him tightly as he gripped her ass to hold her to him. Her arms went around his neck and held on tight, her eyes searching his questioningly.

He smiled into her gaze and wiggled his brows. Time to really play.

He swiveled and pressed her into the wall, resuming his frantic pace as he took her standing up.

Abby's wall.

The realization crashed into Grace and she had to bite back another groan. He was fucking her with someone else barely two feet away from them, daring her to stay quiet as he drove pure bliss into her again and again.

He's so mean, she wailed silently. So mean and—oh, God. Just. Like. That!

She shuddered and arched as her orgasm pitched and ricocheted through her body. She spasmed violently, her scream dying to let loose and her mouth barely keeping a lid on it. Without thinking, she shot forward and bit him. Hard. It was the only way. She'd have scared Abby to death otherwise. As her muscles jolted hard with the almost painful pleasure of release, her jaws snapped shut over his shoulder, digging into his flesh and helping her ease through her orgasm on mute.

If she'd known that her coping mechanism would push him over the edge and break him, she might have done it a lot sooner.

Rigsby, already so close to coming, felt his angel clench and flutter softly around him before the slicing pain of her incisors cut a new facet of pleasure into his release. She couldn't scream for him, so she'd bitten him instead. Marked him in a moment of blinding pleasure that he'd given her. Cut him because, even in the throes of that pleasure, she was his tough little warrior who never backed down from a challenge. How ridiculously perfect was she?

He wasn't made of stone.

He roared at a terrifying decibel.

He'd lost and damn it felt good to lose.

He came so hard inside her that she felt him tremble and release deep in her womb. She trembled with him. She loved feeling him let go. She let herself sob softly into his throat as he shook all around her. When he finally pulled his head up, he grinned sheepishly as she smacked him gently upside the head and put her finger to her lips.

Sssssshhhh!