Hi,

I hope you are enjoying this. Funny thing about English, the more I am editing, the more I think it gets better.

This was the first scene that I wrote for this story. Mostly untouched except some grammar editing.

As always, your feedback is much appreciated!

Bell

Chapter 11:

When they finally decided to go home Bobby recognized the reason for his anger and frustration with Megan. His body notified him without a doubt that he was attracted to her. The heat from her body and her scent drove him mad with desire and he had to restrain his hands from running up and down her back. He knew she could tell he was aroused and found that it only added to his they sat down again he found that he enjoyed the conversation as well, finally talking about other things and not just their work. She leaned backwards and he joined her, casually pulling her towards him, his left arm hugging her and his hand caressing her bare shoulder. She leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I think I drank one shot too many." She chuckled, her breath warm against his throat.

"I'll drive you home." He smiled to her.

"Why don't we have some coffee first?" She asked and he raised his eyebrow. "Don't you live around here somewhere?"

Bobby swallowed and then nodded his head, refusing to take guesses as to what she meant in her words and deciding to just keep going and enjoy his night. They split their bill since Megan refused to let him pay and then walked the short distance from the pub to his apartment. The cold night made a perfect excuse for Bobby to wrap an arm around her small frame and he grinned when she leaned into him, swaying a little as they walked quietly.

"Your place is nice." She smiled when they walked inside and then headed towards the kitchen. "And warm…my landlord refuses to repair the central heating."

"You should stop paying the rent then and move somewhere better." He started boiling the water.

"I barely stay at home and with all those extra hours at work I don't really have the time to look for a new place." Megan smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe I should just stay where it's hot." Bobby dropped the spoon he was holding and she bit her lips in frustration. What was wrong with her? She flirted all night and had no idea where that came from. She knew she was attracted to him; the wonderful accent combined with his handsome face made it hard for her not to but still…

"Megan?" She raised her head to find him almost too close, her eyes rising from his neck to his eyes. "What are you doing here?" she bit her lips and reached out for him pulling his face towards her.

Their lips met slowly at first, both unsure with their actions. Bobby's hands enveloped her, resting on her lower back and then he pulled her towards him, deepening the kiss. Their hands found a mutual rhythm that drove them crazy. Bobby broke the kiss for a moment gasping for air and opened his eyes a little, staring at her behind his lashes. Her eyes were still closed and she breathed deeply, his hand moved to the side of her breast, caressing softly. She moaned and Bobby pulled her towards him, she lost her footing and Bobby supported her, chuckling. "You're too tall…" She murmured, smiling up at him. He smiled back, closing his eyes when her lips found his neck, the tallest point she could reach without standing on her toes.

"I can fix this." He moaned softly. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her and positioned her on his kitchen counter, fully aware of the fact that he was spiraling out of control. He felt her legs wrapping his waist and gave in to her touch. She continued her attack on his neck and he allowed his hands to explore, enjoying her attention.

He caressed her silk blouse, noticing the patterns of her bra beneath, she arched against him and he repeated the action, smiling with satisfaction when she whispered his name. "What are you smiling about?" She whispered and he kept his eyes open when she sneaked a hand under his shirt, caressing his back. He shuddered and pulled her even closer, knowing his self control is long gone, longing to take her with him to his bedroom. He told her to raise her hands and then pulled off the silky garment; he kissed every part of the newly exposed flesh. She was hot and sweet and tasted heavenly and it was too long for him. Fighting for control, he found her lips again.

She moaned into the kiss, accepting everything he given her and answering all his demands. Her hands sneaked under his shirt and she smiled when he shuddered. His hands moved to the clasp of her bra and he pulled at the black material. She held his gaze when she pulled the straps away from her shoulders. She tried not to avert her eyes, focusing on his eyes. His eyes were burning with desire. He bent his head and kissed her neck gently, his hands tightening their hold when she arched into his touch.

She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, thankful that he didn't wore a tie or she might have strangled him. Her fingers just didn't seem to work properly and the task seemed to go on forever. She sighed when she finally pushed the garment away from his shoulders and had to pry his hands off her to remove it completely. He immediately pulled her into his arms again and she heard them both gasping at the contact. He slowed his movements and she pressed her hand against his chest, warm and hard under her flat palm. He shuddered, his hands moving to bury themselves in her hair as he leaned to kiss her. It was crazy and surreal and so wrong and right at the same time.

They kissed each other for a while longer, discovering each other. Bobby cursed softly when he suddenly felt her opening his belt. "Hold on, Sheila." He whispered; his voice hoarse. "If you'll continue like that I'll make a fool out of myself." She smiled softly and he caressed her face. "What are you doing here, Megan?" He asked again.

"I don't know." She whispered, her eyes moving between his eyes and his lips. "Is this a one night thing?" She asked.

"The truth?" Bobby raised his eyebrow and she laughed.

"Only the truth, Bobby."

"I don't know." He sighed. "Megan, we know each other less then a week, we were screaming at each other half of that time."

She nodded her head. "That was very honest of you."

"Are you drunk?" Megan seemed to ponder the question before shaking her head. "The last thing I want to do is to take advantage of you."

"I'm not drunk, Bobby. I know what I'm doing." She said softly, smiling at him.

"Do you want me to take you home?" He was almost afraid from her answer and couldn't decide which one he preferred: take her home and spend the night in the cold shower or take her into his bed and let fate decide about them.

Her lips on his sealed the deal. Their kiss was sweet and filled with passion; Bobby carried her into the bedroom. She didn't notice when or how her pants disappeared but she knew she was an active participant in removing his. They held each other for a while, enjoying the proximity of their bodies, caressing and kissing. Bobby raised his head after spending what seemed to be a life time kissing her neck to ask her one last time if she was sure.

Megan smiled at him. "You're a good guy. We need something…protection." Bobby's entire body seemed to freeze as he stared down at her and she closed her eyes in horror. "Please don't tell me you're one of those guys…"

He kissed her forehead and moved a hand towards his drawer, searching frantically. "What guys?" He asked, dropping the phone that was next to the bed on the floor in his attempts to find what he was looking for.

"The guys that don't like protection…" She replied softly and opened her eyes to stare in wonder at all the noise he was doing.

"That's not the problem." He pulled out a small package and moaned with disappointment. "This is not happening to me." He whispered, showing her the empty package.

She raised her eyebrows. "You ran out of them? You use them that much, ha?"

He sighed. "Yes, I guess." She bit her lips and nodded her head. "No! That's not what I meant! I used them…before…with Darcy, we dated…you really don't care about Darcy now, right?"

She smiled. "It's alright. I'll just take a cab home, Bobby." He saw the disappointment in her eyes and sighed softly. She left before he could utter a complete sentence. He took the cold shower but her image on his kitchen counter hunted his dreams and in those dreams he never stopped, not until their passion consumed them.

She was once pure. Her heart was big and loving and she loved him. She adored him; he was strong and manly and handsome. He was everything she needed. He took care of her and loved her in his own way. Sometimes, he needed to get her attention. Sometimes, he needed her to do what he said. Sometimes, he hit her.

Not always.

Sometimes.

Sometimes he hurt her too much…he didn't mean too and he walked away, cooling away. He regretted his actions, he didn't mean to hurt her, she was his angel and he loved her. He came home with flowers and chocolate, he was about to climb the last flight of stairs when he heard them talking.

They were standing outside his apartment door, talking to his wife. He wondered why they were there; surely he didn't hurt her that much. He watched them from the corner of the hallway. The man gave his wife a card, telling her to call him if she ever needed help. He frowned, glaring at the back of the paramedics when they left, why would his precious little wife ever need anything from him?

He leaned back at the wall, his heart pounding, the memories hunting him. His long hair was wrapped in a ponytail and he stood quietly, watching her from afar. She was so alike her…but she was not pure never was. He was disgusted with the way she leaned against the man who was supposed to be her partner. He watched them all the time; the wheels were turning.

In the darkest hour of the night he will wait for them.

When they least expect it, he will strike again.