A/N: Ah, plotless smut. I've missed you.

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A tiny blue disk flipped several inches into the air before arcing perfectly into the cup. Rigsby looked up in triumph.

"Dirty secret," he chose.

Grace, annoyed that she was loosing, exhaled loudly, eyes rolling. "Fine," she conceded. "I…" she looked down shyly. "I love your voice during sex. I love how rough and angry it sounds." She blushed and ventured a quick look up. "You never sound like that anywhere else."

Rigsby grinned, pleased with her confession, and gestured to the scatter of red and blue disks on the floor. "Your turn."

Grace angled her chip over one of her red Tiddlywinks pieces and gauged the distance carefully to the cup. She was already losing badly. Unfortunately for her, Rigsby had excellent aim. She sized the cup up carefully before flipping the disk closest to her. It jumped in the air with a slight clicking sound right before it landed squarely in the cup.

It was her turn to grin. "Nothin' but net."

He bit his lower lip in amusement. "So? What'll it be? Dirty secret or sexy command?"

She knew what he wanted. When he'd explained his twisted version of Tiddlywinks and Truth or Dare to her at the beginning, it was clear by the way he paused over the words that he preferred the commands. He so obviously wanted her to make him do something that he'd slowed down while talking, making sure she caught his drift. She was left with the delicious choice of turning him on or stringing him along. She chose the latter.

"Dirty secret."

She saw his smile turn into amused irritation. "Fine," he huffed. Like he didn't love telling her secrets as well.

He thought a minute, biting the tip of his tongue as he mulled. He finally looked up and smiled. "Jane was right. At our first meal as a team, I was going to ask you to my room. For a drink," he added quickly.

Grace laughed softly. "Just a drink?"

He surprised her by holding her gaze and nodding. "Just a drink. I was embarrassed as hell that he knew that somehow, but I wasn't planning anything sleazy like he suggested. I just…" he chuckled, "I just wanted to talk to you. Alone."

She smiled sweetly. "Then it's not a very dirty secret, is it?"

"Well," he snorted. "I could spice it up for you. Say that I planned to jump you the minute I lured you into my room. Cuff you, strip you, make you call me Daddy."

"Ah," she pointed her index finger. "That's plenty dirty. Entry accepted."

He lowered his head to the carpet, lining up his next shot with one eye as he pressed on a blue disk until it flipped. Grace huffed as it spiraled into the cup sure as if it were on a string.

"Cheater," she grumbled.

"Liar. I think I'll do a command for that," he rumbled at her.

"Oh, command me, Master. I'm at your every whim," she simpered sarcastically.

His chin lowered as he leered at her. "Undress me."

Her brow arched. "All the way?"

He nodded. "All the way."

She'd seen the man naked a hundred times, yet she blushed.

She crawled over to him and began sliding his shirt buttons, one by one, through the holes. She let her hands flitter down his exposed abdomen before pushing the fabric off his shoulders. The slide of his skin under hers felt so good, she let the pads of her fingers linger along the hard planes of his back as she continued to face him.

"Hmmmm." His chest rumbled deeply, his eyes falling shut as she pet him. "You can kiss me if you want."

She smiled and reached for his zipper. "One command at a time."

She opened his pants, tugging at them playfully until she had them down his legs and over his bare feet. Sitting in his boxers, he opened his eyes and gave her a devilish grin. "Not quite done yet, baby." He waggled his brows at his underwear and then at her.

Grace smirked. "You sure you wanna play in the buff? Might get chilly."

"Off."

She shrugged and crawled up to his hips. "Yessir."

Inch by inch, she pulled his boxers down. She couldn't help but tease him a little, her lips following their path down his powerfully stacked legs. When she reached his knee, she let her nails ghost behind it, getting a twitch from one of his many ticklish spots.

"Now who's cheating?" he gruffed at her.

Wide-eyed, she placed an innocent kiss on his kneecap. "I'm just doing what I'm told. One naked boyfriend, as ordered." Her hands swept out, indicating to all of him.

He kept his eyes on her and smiled. "Your turn now."

Grace, trying like hell to ignore the Chippendale hottie on her floor, crouched low, choosing one of her red little buddies and preparing to rocket him into space. She felt Wayne's gaze burning into her as she lined up the shot and pressed down.

Pink!

One more disc jumped in the cup.

She turned to him in lofty victory. "Boom, baby."

Rigsby chuckled, lying back on his ass and hands, his long legs sprawled out in front of him. "Whatcha want for it?"

"Oh, after this?" She gestured to his current state of undress. "You're so getting commanded."

His eyes sparkled. "Do your worst."

She laughed and crawled towards him again, a slow, feline skulk, padding her way up his legs, passed his hips, until she was nose to nose with him.

"You have to make your next shot with my hands all over you."

He exhaled excitedly against her lips. Her tongue shot out and struck his mouth before zipping back in. "Think you got the skills?"

He pressed his lips together, his own tongue sliding out and tasting where hers had been. "Oh, cutie pie. That shot is all mine."

With excruciating slowness, she walked two fingers up his chest. "I hear a lot of talking, buster."

His body was hardening underneath her. His eyes were darkening with each step her fingers took. When they tripped themselves and slid down his stomach to his rapidly building erection, he gasped raggedly. She leaned into his ear. "Make the shot while I touch you or I'll torture this poor thing to death." She squeezed his steely cock as she spoke.

"Oh, God, just keep doing that," he moaned into her hair, already forgetting about their game. Grace laughed and loosened her hold, making him snarl with annoyance.

"This ain't a cheap grope, baby. Line up your shot and take it," she paused and pressed a little promise into his lips. "If you make it, you get to decide where I go from here."

Grace could give seminars on motivational techniques. Rigsby was up, shaking his lust-fogged head, and crouching low to line up a new disc, all while she worked him furiously from behind.

Her slim hand, snaked between his thighs and pumping him, nearly blinded him with pleasure. He blinked profusely, intent on his goal.

Grace, never one to let anyone win, stroked his back with her free hand and made all kinds of kittenish, throaty sounds as she tightened and strove around his length. Fuck, was it distracting. Rigsby closed his eyes for a moment, shutting out her delectable ministrations, before opening his eyes hard and clear. He pressed down on the disc and it zinged straight home.

Pink!

Grace was on her back in a flash.

Rigsby had whirled around and flattened her before she even heard the disc hit the cup, but her clothes were off in seconds and his tongue in her mouth didn't allow for arguing the results.

Little blue and red discs scattered everywhere and pressed into their bare skin.

She clasped her thighs around his hips, nudging him closer, until suddenly he was pressing into her entrance and surging in all the way.

Grace gasped, her hands flying to his back. Sooooo big.

Rigsby swore and did his damnedest to keep his strokes controlled. As much as she screamed when he did it, he just couldn't let himself start pounding away at her. He needed to savor this. He needed to process this carefully, forming each memory of their lovemaking with the same permanent precision as one would chisel a sculpture.

But Grace had no time for the process.

She pushed his body up slightly until he hovered above her before she smiled wickedly, gripped his ass, planted her feet and began driving upwards frantically.

"Yes!" she hissed wildly, her hips pounding rapidly against his. "Need it hard, want you hard. Oh, God, baby. Yes!"

Rigsby's arms rippled under the weight of his body and the drag of her hands. He groaned harshly, loving how savagely she worked herself underneath him.

"Love it when you fuck me, Grace," he panted, his wide eyes holding hers. "Love how bad you want me."

She keened and arched, losing her rhythm and gaining it back again. One hand left his ass and gripped his jaw, her fingers soothing over the scratchy surface. "So bad," she crooned unthinkingly. "I always want you so bad."

He lost himself and pounded down hard. Grace flailed beneath him and sobbed with pleasure. She went rigid. Rigsby roared with delight as once again, she came screaming with his dick buried inside her. His heart's greatest desire made a reality for the millionth time.

He seized as his release tore through him, splintering his body as it poured desperately into hers. Her! his entire being wailed. Perfect her! Only her! Forever her!

He shook hard. She trembled slightly. He sank quickly on top of her, his arms bracing above her shoulders to keep his weight off her. He felt the strange, cold press of plastic in his forearms. He lifted one and both of the giggled. Several discs were stuck to him.

"How many are on my back would you guess?" Grace smiled up at him.

"Twenty-three," he guessed randomly, shaking his arm before settling on even more chips. "So who won?"

Grace picked up a single disc and rolled it along his spine, it's tiny edge making a white line in its wake. "I've already forgotten what we were playing. Daddy."