Song: One More Night

Artist: Maroon 5

Characters: Greg Sanders/Sara Sidle

Try to tell you no but my body keeps on telling you yes

Try to tell you stop but your lips they've got me so out of breath

I'll be waking up in the morning probably hating myself

And I'll be waking up in the morning feeling satisfied but guilty as hell.

Of The Heart

The first time is an accident.

Too much wine and a lack of intimacy on both their parts seems to propel them towards each other, hungrily kissing and shedding clothing onto the floor in record time. It happens so quickly that Greg isn't sure if it really happened at first until he rolls over and she's lying beside him, milky skin exposed while her bra hangs from his bed post.

He groans and runs a hand through his messy curls, swearing under his breath as he scrambles to pull on his clothes before he hears her groan. As both shades of brown eyes meet their stomachs well with guilt and suddenly the thought of being in the same room is almost unbearable. As Sara moves to pull her shirt over her head he comes to stand beside her, handing her the lace panties he faintly remembers removing last night.

"Never happened?" he guessed, giving her his best smile. She looks up at him gratefully, laying a hand on his shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom.

Damn.

The second time really isn't his fault.

He had invited her over to watch movies and eat insane amounts of junk food, but for some reason he couldn't stop her hand as it crept up his thigh, nimble fingers removing his belt. He was putty in her hands and when she straddles his lap and presses her lips against his he notices they don't taste like wine this time. So much for blaming it on the alcohol he supposes.

For the rest of the night they're a tangled pile of limbs, sweat clinging to their pores as they explore each other's bodies. For Greg it doesn't mean much, if anything he should be happy. This is what he wanted after all.

But then he glances down and catches a glimpse of the gold band on her finger and suddenly the feeling of her skin on his does nothing but drive him to the other side of the bed where he stays the rest of the night. He promises her the next morning that it's the last time but the smile she gives him tells him otherwise and he shuts the door to keep himself from pulling her back inside and starting all over.

By now he's lost track of how many times it's been.

She moaning and scraping at his back and he can barely contain himself any longer. He tries to memorize the way their hips are moving, the friction causing a wave of heat deep in his stomach as they go faster and faster. By the time they're both finished the gasping can be heard from the other room and Greg collapses on the other side of the bed, rolling over to stare at the ceiling.

Sara's hand covers his chest, her thumb stroking the skin as he shivers beneath the touch. She laughs and it reminds Greg of a cat's purr, satisfied and hungry for more. They lay like this for a while before she lazily stretches, her back arching. When she stands she tosses him a devilish smile and a tremor runs through him.

"Last time," he tells her although his voice is flat and he knows she doesn't believe him. Before she walks out the door she comes over and kisses him before her lips graze over his ear.

"Just keep telling yourself that."

I thought of two different pairs while listening to this song, Michael and Fiona from Burn Notice and Greg and Sara. I think it fits them pretty well!