Warning: I don't have a beta-reader (yeah that hasn't changed either) and as English is not my main language I'm bound to make mistakes. I hope it's not too bad and you'll bear with me.

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So here we are with chapter 16. As I promised this is pure smut. So, if you're not really into that, you'll have to wait for the next chapter.

I want to apologize for having taken so much time updating, but lately work is crazy and despite this chapter having been written weeks ago I didn't have the energy to post. I can promise the next one won't take that long. I can't make promises though, as this year I don't have vacations for Christmas (sucks big time).

Disclaimer: Don't own, just playing around so don't sue… Belongs to CBS Studios, Sony Pictures Television and many others.

"We have every right to create our own destiny, but none to interfere in someone else's." Martin Rubin. ;)

Street parked his bike and checked the parking lot. With a smile he saw Chris' spot was still empty and he decided to wait, leaning against his machine instead of going upstairs directly. Sure enough, only a couple of minutes later, she pulled into the parking area with her car. With a satisfied grin he walked in her direction and as soon as she killed the engine, he opened the door and stepped back, allowing her to get out.

"Tell me you didn't speed here." She asked with a pout.

"I didn't speed here." Her disbelieving groan made him laugh and they fell easily in step as they walked towards her apartment building. "I was particularly careful and slow, hoping you would catch up with me. One would think you've lived here long enough to know all the shortcuts."

"I don't speed, and I played it fair." She insisted loftily and he chuckled.

"Keep telling yourself that."

She opened the door and grinned at him.

"You're lucky I love you." When he entered the building, she pushed him impatiently towards the elevators. "Move it, mister. I have plans for tonight."

"Yes, ma'am." He replied immediately, and obediently stepped into the elevator when it arrived. He was still laughing when they got out on her floor, and she unlocked the door to her apartment.

"I like the sound of that." He grinned at her and placed his helmet on the table as he usually did. "Did you enjoy your dinner?"

She looked at him, taking in his cheeky smile and she simply nodded.

"You know I did." She answered softly. "You marked lots of cookie points tonight."

"I did?" He smiled widely, obviously pleased with himself.

"It was extremely cute we had the same dinner… except for the exotic fruit salad, of course." She noted and he closed his eyes before chuckling.

"Yeah… I didn't expect you to leave the chocolate cake I had baked here…" He confided as he scratched his nape sheepishly.

"You should know me better by now." She tutted and then she walked into his open arms. "But tonight, was probably the weirdest date I have ever witnessed. Our friends were very intent to set you up with Lauren."

He groaned in response and raised his eyes to heaven. She placed a sweet kiss on his lips, and he sighed, holding her close. His forehead touched hers and he sniffed her sweet scent in.

"I would have given anything to have been there with you." He whispered, his hot breath burning her lips and she sighed, a warm feeling spreading through her body. "And I don't care if they were setting me up with every woman they know. I only have eyes for you."

She melted into him, and their lips met in a searing kiss. Everything else faded away as they got lost in each other. After a moment Chris pulled back, and her hand closed over his as she tugged him towards her bedroom.

"Come on. Let's forget about them and their scheming for tonight. It's just you and me." She whispered, her eyes filled with desire, and he followed her willingly, his heart pounding in his chest.

As soon as they entered her bedroom, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her body. She moaned softly as his thumbs brushed over her erect nipples and she eagerly undid his shirt, pushing it off his body. He groaned when her hands closed over his bare chest, his body responding eagerly to her touch.

With trembling hands, he pulled her t-shirt over her head before lowering his head to taste her soft skin. She gasped as his tongue licked over her rigid nipples and she impatiently pulled his head closer to her heated skin. But as suddenly as she pulled him close, she pushed him away with a moan and he turned surprised eyes towards her.

"We forgot something." She managed, sounding extremely out of breath even to her ears. He frowned at her words as if trying to comprehend what she was telling him. "The chocolate cake..."

"The chocolate cake..." He repeated and she simply nodded. "I thought you said no food in bed."

She looked at him curiously, a frown appearing on her brow.

"When did I ever say that?" She wondered and Street blanched at her words, and she squinted her eyes at him. "Street?"

"Huh…" He hesitated.

"Are you wondering which one of your former girlfriends had set that rule?" She guessed and he swallowed hard before giving her a sheepish grin.

"Yeah…" He mumbled and Chris couldn't help but laugh.

"I'd say that requires a penalty…" She decided and he looked at her warily. "You're really lucky I'm not sending you home."

"So, a penalty…" He gulped uneasily as she began to walk towards the kitchen. She turned around with a mocking grin on her lips.

"The usual one." He nodded in acknowledgment at her words.

"Well, we were getting there when you very abruptly stopped…" He reminded her as he pulled his jeans and boxers down. She watched him with a smirk as he stepped out of them before getting naked on the bed. "Of course, you won't stay dressed…"

"Do you really think you can make demands right now?" She teased him and Street rolled his eyes with a groan.

"Probably not." He conceded and she laughed out loud.

"Exactly." She watched him sprawled on the bed and licked her lips. He looked good enough to eat. "Don't move. I'll get the cake and the whipped cream."

"The cake and the whipped cream..." He repeated with a grin. "I think I'm going to like this penalty."

"Of course, you will."

He chuckled when she rushed out of the room. He comfortably reclined against the propped pillows, his eyes never leaving the door. When he heard her fast steps approaching, he grinned widely and opened his arms in invitation. She entered the room carrying a large plate with the small chocolate cake and a can of whipped cream.

"I hope you're ready for this." She warned him with a grin, and he simply nodded, his eyes glued to her almost naked chest.

"I've been ready for this all night long." He teased her and she couldn't help but laugh.

"I bet you have." Chris placed the plate on the bedside table, and he watched her with eager eyes as she opened the whipped cream and began to cover his chest with it. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this."

"I have some idea." He admitted as he watched her with hooded eyes. "I could see it in your eyes when you looked at the cake before we left."

"You're right." She agreed as she placed a piece of cake on his chest before lowering her head to lick the whipped cream off him. He gasped at the sensation of her tongue on his skin, and she grinned as she looked up at him. "Nothing has ever tasted better."

He chuckled at her satisfied expression. When she licked her lips slowly, his eyes darkened with desire. He moaned as she began to feed him the cake and he readily ate it from her fingers. She laughed when a drip of whipped cream fell on his nose, and she lapped it off with a grin.

"I find it terribly unfair that I'm completely naked." He reminded as he looked down his body. Her eyes followed his gaze and she smiled when she saw his burgeoning erection. She bit her lower lip, pondering if she should indulge him or go on with her little game. "Please, Chris."

Their eyes met and she saw the raw desire in his eyes.

"Okay…" She whispered in a husky tone. "One piece of clothing goes…. Choose…"

He darted disbelieving eyes on her and frowned. Her grin widened at his perplexed expression as he tried to decide what to pick.

"Your pants." Street finally chose, his eyes never leaving her body as she stood up and impatiently kicked her shoes off before shimmying out of her jeans. He looked at her appreciatively as she stood before him in only her lacy bra and panties.

She walked back towards the bed with a predatory gleam in her eyes and Street's eyes widened in anticipation. She crawled on the bed and this time licked her way up his body, a satisfied moan escaping his lips. When she reached his face, she captured his lips in a demanding kiss, her tongue tangling with his in an erotic dance.

Just as he was about to deepen the kiss, she straightened, sitting on his belly. She grabbed once more the can of whipped cream and her gaze never leaving his, she began to spray it all over his body. He gasped and chuckled as the cold cream hit his heated skin and she simply smiled; her eyes filled with mischief.

"So, this is how it is going to be?" He wondered with a raspy voice, and she nodded, before adding more cream on his chest.

"We've barely started with the cake. It would be a shame to let it go to waste." She chided him. "After you've slaved at your oven and brought it here before you went to work this morning."

"It was supposed to be your dessert." He reminded him, panting loudly.

"And so, it is now ours to enjoy… fully… completely…" She leaned over him, her laced covered breasts grazing the cream on his chest, and he gasped in response, imagining his mouth sucking at the confectionary covered peaks.

With a satisfied grin she resumed licking the cream off his body, her tongue swirling around his nipples before making its way down to his stomach. He panted when she licked it, sending shivers all over him and with a moan he grabbed her shoulders, stopping her descent.

"Chris…" He rasped out as he looked into her eyes, filled with lust and love. "I want you so bad right now… Please... Don't torture me…"

She looked into his hazel eyes and for a moment Street thought he had managed to convince her. But when he saw the mischievous grin on her lips, he groaned in frustration and let his head fall back against the soft pillow.

When more cold cream hit his overheated skin, covering his stomach then his belly, he moaned once more. She surprised him when she didn't go any further down and he stole a glance at her. This torture felt at the same time so good and so terribly bad. It took all his control for him not to grab her and stop this little game, but he let set the pace and indulge her fantasy. She finally moved higher on the bed. She was deep in concentration, her lower lip caught between her teeth. She tore the cake into small pieces, letting the crumbs fall onto the white cream.

Chris looked at her handywork with satisfaction as she licked her fingers. Her eyes glinted in anticipation to what she was about to do. Her hand lovingly caressed his hips, as she moved once more over him. She loved the control he maintained over his overheated senses, how he let her set the pace of their sexual games without pressing or pushing beyond her comfort level.

"This deserves a reward." She decided and he exhaled loudly in expectation of her next move.

With a satisfied grin she began to feed him once more cream covered bits of cake from his body, her eyes intent on his face as he ate it with relish, obviously enjoying the taste. She laughed when he held her hand and licked her fingers clean. She started moaning when he forcefully sucked at them, his eyes locking with hers. The heat rose in her body, and she felt almost disappointed when he released her and simply grinned up at her.

Chris finally took the last morsels of cake from the plate and finished breaking them over him. She grabbed once more the can of whipped cream and sprayed it all over his body before lying down on her side next to him so she could lick it off him properly.

Street gasped in response when she started at his neck, licking and sucking gently on his skin while her index finger leisurely drew patterns in the cream over his chest and stomach. Her tongue voraciously followed the trail, gulping the sweet treat as she made her way down to his navel. She whirled there for a moment, cleaning his hot skin before moving lower still. When he felt her warm breath against his erection, he gasped out loudly, knowing what was coming next…

She looked further down, hesitating for a moment, her hair falling like a curtain shielding her face from his eager eyes. Street let out a low moan, his hips instinctively moving as he tried to get closer to her mouth. When she didn't make a move, he raised his head slightly so he could see her better.

"Chris…?" He questioned softly, not wanting to break the spell but needing to know what was going on.

When she finally looked at him, her hungry eyes took his breath away. She grinned naughtily at him, and her hand pushed him decisively down. He obediently settled back against the firm mattress. With a pleased grin she resumed her descent, her tongue swirling around the tip of his erection in a way that made his toes curl. He gasped and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets as she took him further into her mouth. Her tongue was mischievously playing around him in a way that was both maddening and heavenly.

He groaned loudly as she began to increase her pace, her hand joining in the fun. He could feel his orgasm rising, and he fought against it, wanting to prolong this moment. When she finally released him with a plop, he gasped for air. His body was shaking, and he was breathing hard after she had stopped her ministrations just when he was about to come. Street felt lightheaded and slightly dizzy.

"Chris…" He rasped out, his voice sounding strange even to his own ears. "What are you doing to me?"

"I'm making you burn for me…" She said throatily as she stood up and removed her bra and let it fall on the floor. "I'm pushing us to the brink… It will only feel better when we fall over."

He looked at her hungrily as she removed her panties, and he simply couldn't get enough of her. She was so beautiful, and he loved her with every fiber of his being. When she joined him on the bed, their mouths met in a burning kiss, their tongues tasting each other deeply as well as the rich, velvety flavor of chocolate and cream. They kissed impatiently and forgot to be gentle. Street wanted her now, and he wasn't going to wait any longer, not caring about the mess he was about to make.

When she felt his hand on her thigh, pushing her legs apart, she eagerly complied. He entered her in one smooth thrust, and she gasped at the sudden intrusion. When he was buried deep inside of her, they both paused for a moment, their hearts hammering in their chests as they stared into each other's eyes. The moment felt perfect, being connected this intimately, breathing in rhythm as if they were one.

With a shuddering moan he pulled slightly out before pushing into her deep and she arched her back, her hands fisting the sheets and her mouth open in a deepthroated moan. His body was still partially covered with whipped cream, and they were spreading the remnants of food on the bed, but she couldn't care less. The sweet, combined smell of chocolate and Street was overwhelming her senses, and all she could focus on was the feel of him moving inside her. She grabbed his buttocks, relishing in the moment.

Already drunk on her he began to kiss every inch of her body he could reach, and she moaned loudly. All he could think was that it wasn't enough, he needed more. He raised on his hands, and she closed her legs tighter around his hips, loving how the change of position sent him deeper into her core. He started a harder, faster pace, his eyes never leaving her face to make sure she was only experiencing pleasure, ready to stop at any sign of discomfort from his unforgiving rhythm. He grinned when he saw her eyes darken with lust, and she tilted her chin in challenge. They were both so close, so ready to let go, but at the same time they wanted to prolong this moment.

He was so deep inside her, and she felt him everywhere. When his thumb found her clit, she gasped out loudly, her body quivering on the brink of orgasm.

"No…" She managed and he gave the hard nub another caress before placing his hand on her firm buttock, holding her impossibly close to him.

"You're insatiable." He moaned, licking the sweat at her temple. He nibbled on her earlobe, and she gasped in response, her body shuddering.

"You started it…" She managed to utter before she moaned loudly as he nipped at her neck, and she tilted her chin to give him better access as his rhythm became more erratic.

"That's not how I remember this evening." He moaned deeply, his warm breath fanning over her heated skin.

He lingered over her erect nipples before moving back up against when her nails bit hard into his skin. He could feel her tightening around him, and he gritted his teeth to extend his own orgasm. When she tilted her chin up with a gasp, their eyes met, and they both let go. Their bodies shuddered in ecstasy as they were swept away by waves of pleasure.

He collapsed on top of her when it was over, and she wrapped her arms around him tightly as if afraid he would disappear if she let go. They breathed deeply in unison for several moments before Street finally raised himself up so he could look at Chris' face.

"Now that was an earthshattering penalty." He teased her and she laughed happily, pressing her face against his neck. His hand caressed her dark strands gently while the other arm still held most of his weight off from crushing her.

"I love that." She whispered against his skin. "Being this close as if we were one."

"I'm almost crushing you." He said, trying to flip them over but he heard her gasp, her arms still clinging to him tightly.

"No… Please… Stay like this for a little longer." She begged and he chuckled softly before kissing her forehead gently.

They remained lying like that until their breathing was back to normal. Street gently turned over, taking her with him. She snuggled against his warm body as he wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close. When she laughed, he looked down at her and softly nudged her cheek with his nose.

"So do you remember who it was?" She wondered out loud and for a moment he didn't understand the meaning of her question.

"Hmm." He looked at her, incredulous she would discuss one of his exes just after making love so passionately.

"So, no…" She concluded and sighed heavily, while her fingers traced patterns on his still cream smudged chest.

"Even if I did… It seems rather inappropriate to discuss this right now." He concluded and another crystalline laugh answered him.

"Hmm…" She hummed ambiguously. "Probably… But still… Will you also forget what I said one day?"

"No, of course not." He immediately interjected, looking at her intently. "I always pay attention to what you say. Haven't I proven that often enough?"

"Maybe." She declared her tone full of hesitation. "But you thought I said no food in bed…"

"Hmm…" He could hardly contradict her on that and decided that right now silence was the better course of action.

"When we already had popcorn here…" She reminded him, pushing it to the point he was getting a little uncomfortable.

"Right." He conceded.

"Hmm…" Her purr was doubtful, and she nestled closer into his embrace.

"I was sure you had said something like that..." He finally admitted. His mind was still drawing a blank, but now he couldn't care less. Chris was in his arms, and nothing could ruin this perfect moment.

"You mean something like Popcorn doesn't count, but that's the exception." She cited and she grinned when she felt him tense against her.

"I was right." He suddenly exclaimed. "You said no food in bed."

"And how easily I can make you doubt." She chuckled happily, looking at his accusing finger with glee. "You're so cute Babe."

"So, I totally didn't deserve this penalty…" He stated half seriously. "I was punished for no reason when I was right all along."

"But the important question is do you regret what we just did?" She tilted her head as she looked at him.

"Hell no." He exclaimed and she burst out laughing.

"Exactly and now, we're taking a shower because we're way too sticky…" She was ready to get up when his arms held onto her tighter.

"Who cares?" He wondered. "Stay here with me. The bedsheets are ruined anyway. It's really becoming a habit, not that I'm complaining."

She laughed happily and settled against him more comfortably with a content sigh. Life was good right now.