A/N 1 - So here's another very M rated chapter, folks. This is where that language warning comes into play, and I'm not talkin about Miles this time...teehee!

Juliet couldn't stop laughing. The character and car she'd chosen in Mario Kart had just flown off the Rainbow Road for what must have been the zillionth time - she'd lost count of the number - and she still had a slight buzz from the few bottles of beer she'd been offered upon arriving.

"Good god, you are hopeless, Burke." Miles said, crossing the finish line in first, also for the zillionth time in a row.

"I know!" she giggled. "I told you, I don't play video games. I don't care if this is designed for a six-year-old."

"Designed for, but not limited to." Miles added, feeling the need to justify a grown man being an expert at controlling a cartoon go-cart.

"Here," James said, chugging the last of his beer and reaching for Juliet's controller. "We need to take Baby Mario down a peg."

"Please, show me how it's done." said Juliet, gladly relinquishing control to James. He was slouched next to her on the couch, head resting on the back of it. Miles was across from them in the lounger, eyes glued to the screen.

"Aw, how cute, he thinks he can take me." said Miles, watching as James scrolled back to choose a different player. "And he's also pretending that he doesn't always play as Princess Peach."

"Baby Peach belongs to Juliet now." James explained matter-of-factly. The deep timbre of his voice didn't change, but the tone struck Juliet as cute, almost childlike, and it made her grin.

"You should play as the little mushroom guy." she said. James chuckled, and took her suggestion. They started the race, and the furious competition began.

"You dirty mother fucker." said Miles, with the seriousness of a killer, when James took an early lead.

"Quit flirtin," said James. "My girlfriend's sittin right here."

There were bombs and bananas being laid all over the track, carts spinning out of control, lightning flashing. Juliet could barely keep track of the action. She was buzzed and horny and couldn't wait for the moment Miles finally said goodnight. She wanted to get to know him, James' best friend and partner, but there were only so many hours to spend with James before morning came and it was time for him to go to work again. So she decided to torture him a little. Worst case scenario, he would ignore her. Best case, it would get James to take her to bed.

James and Miles were staring intently at the screen, taunting each other as if the game were a matter of life and death, with language usually reserved for soldiers on the battle field. Juliet tucked her hair behind her ear, scooching down close to James and resting her chin on his shoulder. She kissed his earlobe, sweetly at first. He smiled, but then he felt the tip of her tongue run along the edge of his ear, all the way up to the top. She kissed her way back down, and then blew softly. It sent a shiver down his back. It sent one down his front too, and he shifted in his seat from the discomfort of a secret pleasure.

"I'm trying to defend your honor, sweetheart." he said snidely, as if the distraction bothered him at all. Juliet grinned. She held the opposite side of his face in her hand, and she pressed her lips very lightly to his ear so she could whisper under the bright music coming from the television.

"I want you inside of me..."

There was that shiver down his front again, stronger this time. James' smile deepened, and he kept playing his game. He wanted to see how far she was going to take hers.

"I just soaked my panties thinking about your cock..." Juliet breathed into his ear, adding an aching moan to her whisper. "I wanna choke on it while you eat my pussy..."

Oh, shit. James thought. She's ain't messin' around. He tried to concentrate on the cart he was driving so he wouldn't get hard. Her voice and those words were all that it took.

"I get so wet for you, baby..." she said. She took his ear lobe between her lips, getting that all wet too. "I know you wanna taste it. I know you want me to ride your face 'til I come in your mouth. I only get this wet for you, baby..."

Juliet could tell he was starting to lose it. He was fidgeting, breathing a little heavier, staring ahead at the television like he was going to burn two holes in it with his eyes. Juliet's legs rubbed together as she shifted her hips. She was getting turned on too, because everything she was saying was true.

"I want you to fuck me,"Juliet went on. "I want you to push my legs apart and fuck me so hard it hurts. I need you to fuck me, James-"

It was his name that did him in. James turned his head for just a second, kissing Juliet hard on the lips to stop the delicious, heart-pounding torment that kept falling so casually from them.

"Don't make kissy face in front of me!" Miles yelled. Their lips smacked loudly, and James turned back to the game. He recovered quickly, and ran Miles right off the pixelated road.

Juliet sat back. She was soaking wet, her nipples were hard, and she felt light headed since her blood was all rushing to the space between her legs. She grabbed a beer from the coffee table, she didn't know whose it was, and drank the rest of it in one gulp.

"Hey Miles, how ya likin' that gift I gave you?" James said abruptly.

"Fuck." said Miles, struggling to get back in the race. "You guys wanna have sex, don't you?"

"Watch it." James said sharply, still defending Juliet's honor even though his little dirty talker was a breath away from touching herself.

"I'm out! I'm out." Miles said, jumping out of his seat and bounding toward his own bedroom. His door slammed shut and loud music came on almost immediately, silencing as Miles plugged his fancy new headphones in. James turned to Juliet with fire in his eyes.

"You better run." he warned her. She exhaled, moaning a little as the air left her lungs. She lifted herself from the couch, and James grabbed her ass with one hand and squeezed as he stood behind her.

"Oh god." she moaned, breaking into a jog in the direction of his bed. James gave her a head start, waiting in the living room long enough to shut the TV off. She disappeared into his bedroom before he went after her. When he walked in behind her and shut the door she already had her shirt off and the front of her pants undone. "Come here." he ordered, dropping to his knees in front of her, yanking her pants down her legs and her panties down along with them. He helped her step out of them, one strong hand on her thigh to steady them both as the other pulled her pant legs off one by one. "On the floor." he said, pulling her toward him as he laid on his back, right on the floor in front of her. "On your knees, baby."

Juliet made a desperate sound as her knees made soft contact with the carpet, barely in place before James lifted his head to put his open mouth on her. She spread her knees apart, lowering herself so he could rest his head on the floor. He was licking and kissing and sucking, and Juliet took advantage of their privacy and moaned aloud, letting out the sounds she'd kept so pent up in the living room. Then she felt his tongue push inside of her, and she fell forward, catching herself on her hands. He didn't keep it in her for long; it was just a preview of something bigger, something harder she was going to feel later. Instead, he went back to devouring the outside of her.

"Fuck, James, James, James-" she chanted, before her voice cut off. He grabbed her hips and she cried out again, she was so close already, but James pushed her up and away, gulping for air. He reached down to his waist to tear open his pants. She hovered above him, moaning with each breath she let out, and looked down at his face. He looked up into her eyes, her eyelids droopy under twisted brow, and he asked her if she wanted to fuck him.

"Yes." Juliet breathed, waiting for him to shove his pants down far enough to let her. She moved back as he kicked them off, and she reached down between their legs, finding it difficult to keep her trembling thighs tense enough to support herself. She had her hand around him, he was throbbing, and she was beyond ready to have him inside of her, but James said "Wait," holding her hips in place above him. "Waitwaitwait, we need anything?"

"I'm on the pill." Juliet said. "And I trust you." she added softly. They looked into each other's eyes as James loosened his grip and Juliet lowered herself onto him. "Ohh, fuck." he groaned. James let his head fall back as she surrounded him, taking him in deep. His eyes fell closed for a moment, but he opened them again quick, lifting his head to see their bodies join at the hip. After the conversation they'd had that afternoon in the park, he thought they would have been making love a little sweeter that night, but it turned out intimacy turned them on that much more. He was buried inside of her, she'd put him there, and in a way she was inside of him too. He could feel it - the sex meant more now that they were getting close.

Juliet set her hands on his chest, her fingers digging into his skin as she began to move. Her hips pushed against his with a forward motion, slow, intense and deep. A luscious and indulgently slow moan emanated from the deepest part of her. She wanted this feeling to go on forever.

She could feel his hands on her legs, softly stroking her skin and then squeezing the flesh, but still letting her control the movement. She flipped her hair to one side and leaned down to kiss him, her hands on his pecs to steady herself. His mouth tasted like beer, his mouth tasted like her, his mouth tasted exactly the way a hot floor fuck should taste. For James, the defining moment came when Juliet lifted her head and looked into his eyes like he was the safest place in the world for her to be. He imagined her saying the words I love you, and even though the sound he really heard was just another moan, he should have known I love you was exactly what she was thinking. I'm in love with you. James thought back.

Things sped up after that. Their motions became so raw and urgent, Juliet didn't even care about the rug burn she was getting on her knees. And then suddenly her moan sounded different, and he could tell she'd found that spot inside herself, the one that sent her spiraling when he hit it. Her fingernails dug deeper. She was using his body to blow her own mind and that was just fine.

"Get it, baby." he said proudly, enjoying her pleasure even more than his own. She certainly tried, but as much as she loved riding him, the thought of being on her back with James above her wouldn't leave her fevered mind.

"Fuck me." she begged him. "I need you to fuck me, James."

They flipped, Juliet rolling onto her back and James using his hips to keep thrusting into her. He pushed her thighs apart and thrust hard, the way she'd asked him to in the living room. "Yeah," Juliet cried, nodding her enthusiastic approval. Giving her friction in one spot and gentle pressure with his thumb on another, James got her to tense up and then release what had been building since she'd given his earlobe that first innocent kiss. She thrust her hips up and froze as the first wave hit her, relaxing for a moment and then thrusting again for a second. The sounds she made for him were so sweet, so uncontrolled; when she was finally spent, and she let her head fell back on the floor with a satisfied sigh, James couldn't help himself. He let her legs fall to his hip and leaned down to kiss her, grabbing her head with one hand. He kissed her with a passion he hadn't known before he met her, desperate to feel her mouth and her tongue, and Juliet kissed back. His mouth and his tongue told her things when he was kissing her that they couldn't when he spoke. They weren't done yet, but now it was time for that sweeter love. They both deserved some after all of that.

The kiss was slowing, and James could feel Juliet smiling against his lips. She chuckled, and he lifted his head.

"How did we end up on the floor...?" she murmured, her question rhetorical and her next laugh a deeply satisfied one.

"I pulled you down on top of me, that's how." James said, smiling down at her, catching her lips and breathing in as they shared another slow kiss. Juliet felt him start to move away, so she held on to him, making him stay, half asking and half telling when she said, "Stay inside me." For that, she got another kiss, but he didn't want her on the floor anymore. He wanted her above him, where she belonged. So he put an arm underneath her, supporting her back, and pulled her up, her body arching gracefully as he knelt and she settled on his lap. She sighed, a moan slipping out with it. With her arms and legs wrapped around his body, she began to rock against him. His hands held her waist, and her hands slipped down to his biceps, feeling them flex as he moved her hips. She kept making those sounds, because she knew they drove him crazy, and he made sounds too, grunting and groaning as he got closer.

"Talk to me." he asked her, near the end. She put her arms around his neck and hugged him close. He sensed the shyness that came with being sober, but he was there inside of her, and she had no reason to feel any shame around him, not after the things they'd experienced together already. It didn't even matter what she said to him. When she lowered her voice and breathed in his ear, she could make anything sound sexy. Still, she managed to impress him, sweet nothings becoming dirty somethings, all culminating in a desperate plea for him to come inside of her. She even said please.

She almost came again when she felt it, when his hips jerked and he held her down on top of him, and when he told her how fucking beautiful she was. James rested his forehead on her shoulder and emptied himself into her, and she held on for dear life until his jerking hips slowly came to rest. They held each other, just breathing, until their hearts slowed down again. James' hand wandered up and down her smooth back, and Juliet touched his face, and they kissed until their lips hurt. James stayed, kneeling, with Juliet all around him, until one of them said Let's go to bed.

Juliet still had her bra on. She traded it for an old, over-sized LAPD t-shirt, putting nothing else on before she slid under the sheets with James. They kissed a little more, unable to resist the hands and lips that had them both addicted. They drifted off, finally, still connected by the arms around each other's waists, and they slept very soundly.

The next morning, James' internal alarm clock woke him up promptly at 6:03am. As usual, he woke up on his side, but this particular morning, instead of an otherwise empty bed, he felt a warm body in front of him, cozy and cuddly and still asleep in his arms. She prevented him from getting up, from moving or stirring at all. It felt too good to hold her, and he couldn't bear to wake her before she was ready. In that instant of waking he decided he'd go into work late if he had to. Anything to keep her there and make the feeling last.

You are gone, buddy boy. James thought to himself. She owns you now.

A/N 2 - Aw, that would be such a nice place to end it, don't you think? Too bad I'm addicted to writing and have lots more planned for this story, hehe. Anyway, thanks for reading!