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Just A Game	By : MoreCharahPlease Category: 1 through F > Chuck Views: 68652 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Summary: LAPD detective Sarah Walker never judged her best friend Carina for having sex buddies around town to satisfy her needs, but she also never thought she would take up with a sex buddy of her own. Will she be able to stay no strings attached with this new man in her life, the way Carina has advised her to? Will she be able to resist his charms outside of the bedroom?
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“This is new for me.”
   I looked up at him through my eyelashes, smirking as I squeezed the bottle of chocolate sauce.
   Chuck was sprinkling candied pecans onto his homemade sundae.
   I licked some chocolate off of my finger and eyed his concoction. “What, the pecans?”
   “Nuts in general. I never really understood the whole nuts on desserts thing. I mean, banana nut bread, stuff like that…it’s all well and good. But why have brownies with walnuts…when you can have brownies without walnuts? Just the chocolate bits, you know?”
   “Then why are you putting the pecans on your ice cream now, then?” I asked, shrugging as he passed me the bag of pecans.
   He shrugged right back. “I guess I’m just in one of those moods. Why not, hm? Why not put pecans on my sundae? I’ve managed quite a few things the last few days that are…shall we say…uncharacteristic?”
   I tilted my head and looked at him for a few moments. He backpedalled a little.
   “I don’t mean that in a bad way! Not at all. Uncharacteristic, meaning…I’ve been…adventurous.”
   We’d both been pretty adventurous. This whole situation between the two of us was pretty adventurous. What we’d done to each other so far was pretty adventurous. And the things I had in mind for the future…well, I wanted to be even more adventurous. I put a little less chocolate sauce on my ice cream, hoping I’d taste some more a little later. I didn’t exactly want to overdose.
   “Well,” I giggled, “I’m sorry you don’t get the cherry on top of your adventure. I have no cherries to speak of in my fridge.”
   “Ahh yes.” He chuckled. “I think I’ll survive.”
   Chuck handed me a spoon, took one of his own and moved to clink his bowl against mine. “Cheers,” he chirped, digging into the ice cream and making sure to get a large chunk of pecan on the spoon.
   “Cheers,” I giggled, digging into my own sundae.
   We ate in silence for a few minutes, the look on Chuck’s face resembling some sort of euphoria. I hated to admit it was similar to the look he’d had on his face when I’d made him come last.
   “The pecans…” he grumbled.
   “What’s the verdict on the pecans?”
   “Perfect.” His eyes opened and they met my own. “I’m really, really glad I’m trying new things. Adventuring…so to speak.”
   When we finished eating our sundaes, I took both of our bowls and set them in the sink, and then I picked up the chocolate sauce, tilting it back and forth in my hand, looking down at it.
   I felt nerves, or maybe just a bit of shyness, as I stared at the bottle. I wished I could channel Carina just this once. I wish I had the guts to look Chuck in the eye and demand he lie down on my bed so that I could lick chocolate sauce off of his body. Or better yet, make him lick it off of me. But I wasn’t Carina. And so I set down the bottle and smiled at him.
   He smiled back, and as he stepped close to me, his hand resting gently on my hip, I could feel the question on his lips.
   I was afraid he would ask what this was. What we were.
   So I pretended I hadn’t noticed, and I leaned up to catch his lips in a heated kiss. I might’ve been feeling too shy for the chocolate sauce, but I wasn’t too shy to initiate more sex. This was easy. This was easy and it felt absolutely fantastic. Just feeling him under my hands as I slid them under his shirt and let my nails graze over his soft, heated skin.
   He growled into the kiss and I suddenly felt my ass pressed against the counter. I didn’t really know how he’d managed to get me clear across the kitchen without me realizing it was happening, but I didn’t give a shit. As long as he kept teasing me with his tongue.
   I reached down to grab the waistband of my pants and underwear, pushing both down my legs to my knees. But before I could drop them all the way down to the floor to get rid of them altogether, Chuck’s hand was cupping my sex.
   His name squeaked out between my lips as my hips bucked against his hand, and then he slid his fingers up and down my vulva, over every wet, hot surface, teasing between my lips.
   I wasn’t prepared for him to press his body against mine, pinning me to the counter, still kissing me senseless, and I was even less prepared for him to sink two fingers deep into my vagina. God, he had such long fingers. Such long, skilled fingers.
   They were grinding along my inner walls, and I was shuddering with pleasure. He pushed them into me all the way, filling me, and then he curled them in a come hither motion. He hit my g-spot and sent a shockwave of delicious pleasure rocketing through me.
   He kept going and I found his rhythm, thrusting my hips against his hand, clenching my ass to feel every last inch of his fingers inside of me. His thumb found my clit and started flicking it as well and I thought my legs might give out.
   I whimpered into the kiss as he moved even closer, his arm rounding my torso in a protective manner, as though he had the same thought I’d just had. I felt safe, secure, and I let myself go, trusting him to hold me up in case the pleasure became too much.
   As he pumped his fingers inside of me even faster, I clung to his shoulders, my fingers more than likely leaving a bruise or three as I squeezed tightly. My head fell back as I gaped at the ceiling, my features pinched as I felt the pleasure build. There was that glorious pressure between my legs.   And then my vagina spasmed with release and I let out a long breath of air, everything clenching as he slowed his fingers and stroked my g-spot hard, thrusting deep inside of me.
   I threw my arms around his shoulders and leaned against him, breathing hard against his neck as he held me close. “I think…I might need to sit down,” I panted, and I felt more than heard him chuckle.
   He reached down to push my pants and underwear all the way down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. Because I was feeling playful—or maybe more mischievous than playful—I leapt up into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist.
   I boggled at how easily he caught me, even though I’d obviously caught him by surprise.
   And then he carried me out of the kitchen, down the hallway and into my bedroom. I had a bench in front of my vanity where I sat to do my hair and makeup sometimes, because the mirror was large and I could get closer to it than the one in the bathroom.
   It was a little random that Chuck chose to sit on that rather than the bed, and he didn’t sit on it the regular way, instead straddling the bench long ways. I ended up straddling him, sitting in his lap, my naked sex pressed against his bulge under his jeans.
   I bounced teasingly, lifting my feet off of the floor and jamming my crotch against his. He grumbled happily, grabbing the hem of my shirt and lifting it up over my head, dropping it off to the side and leaving me absolutely naked. I’d made a good decision not putting on a bra after my shower.
   And now my nipples were so hard, so ready for him to lick them with his hot, wet tongue. He did, smiling as I bounced my sex against his hard cock again.
   “Pants off,” I commanded in a gasp. “I need to feel this.” I reached down to press my hand between my wet vagina and his cock under his jeans, grabbing it as best I could and squeezing.
   Chuck growled a deep, “Sarah…”
   And then I stood up and allowed him to unbutton and unzip his jeans. I helped him take them off, grateful he’d taken off those damn sneakers and never put them back on since he arrived. The way his dick was already pretty hard, I figured he’d gotten quite a bit out of fingering me to climax in the kitchen.
   This really must be the perfect man. And I refused to learn anything about him that negated my views. If I could just continue having great sex with this perfect man, that would be absolutely sublime.
   He gently stroked my hip as I scooted back over him, straddling him and my bench and lowering myself.
   Chuck held his cock, pumping his hand up and down it a few times, trying to harden it a little more. It was so sexy watching him do that to himself.
   I lowered myself until I felt him guide just the tip of his cock into my opening. As I slowly sat down fully in is lap, his stone-hard dick buried to the hilt inside of me, I felt the muscles in my thighs twitch, like they were tired. Like they needed a break.
   Again, as though he read my mind, Chuck placed his hands on the small of my back and yanked me as tightly into his lap as possible. My torso tilted back of its own volition and my feet lifted up from the floor, my knees bent behind him. “Chuck!”
   He leaned forward to kiss me, then whispered oh so softly in my ear, “Just let me take control. Enjoy it.”
   And when his teeth nipped at my earlobe, I nearly came right then and there. I worked to do as he asked, keeping my arms loosely around his shoulders and linking my ankles behind his back.
   Chuck scooted to the very edge of the bench and leaned his torso forward a little, causing me to yelp in surprise at the quick movement.
   Just like that, he was gyrating his hips against mine, pulling me in to meet his thrusts. It was slow, impressively graceful, and it felt amazing. He was just buried so deep, his cock grinding inside of me. We continued like this for awhile, and I didn’t have to do a single damn thing but just feel. The way his fingers clutched at my hips so tightly, his hard dick filling me up, his hot breath against my neck.
   I let my hands rest on his biceps, feeling the way his muscles worked. Something about muscles during sex…I just got so turned on.
   Chuck’s hands then dragged around to grab onto my ass cheeks, yanking me into his fluid thrusts. His speed increased, his thrusts became so much harder, and he groaned against my jaw. “You feel so good,” he panted.
   All I could do was grin, humming in satisfaction as I let my head fall back.
   Suddenly I felt weightless, and I squeaked in surprise as Chuck forced me to lie back, his thighs supporting me as well as the way he moved his hands to grip my waist. I had to reach down to grab onto his calves tightly as he fucked me with our torsos forming a 90 degree angle.
   He yanked my groin against his so hard and fast, I could hear the soft, delicious slapping of his balls meeting my ass. “Chuck! Oh God!” I rasped. “Goddddd yesss!!!”
   There was nothing I could do in this position but just let him fuck me, and I did it gladly, hanging on even though I trusted him not to let go of me. I arched my back a little, feeling his cock immediately hit my g-spot and my legs twitched at the sensation.
   “Yes! Yes!” I whimpered, my voice high pitched. I even found myself begging. “Please! Harder!”
   He listened immediately, scooting to the very edge of the bench, bracing his feet on the floor and driving into me even harder.
   I opened my mouth, letting out a strangled moan, grabbing onto whatever part of him I could reach. I was so close I could feel it. I felt the pressure.
   He leaned down so that our chests rubbed together, his lips on my neck as he cradled my body, his hands so sturdy under my back as he arched me so that I was practically upside down. I felt the blood rushing to my head, and when I finally came, it was that much more powerful.
   “Ahhhhh!” I whined. “God yes! Yes!” I panted.
   No words existed that could describe how it felt. Everything was so hot and my whole body was tingling, my vagina throbbing with release.
   He finally pulled me to sit up in his lap and I felt the blood go back to where it was supposed to be. I braced my feet against the floor finally and gently rocked against his cock. Because I loved the way his lips felt against mine, I kissed him, threading my fingers in his hair, still enjoying the sensations from my climax.
   I was also acutely aware of the fact that he hadn’t come yet. And he never said a word about it, just allowing me to get my fill. Part of me wanted to climb off of his lap, kneel down between his legs, and take him into my mouth, licking him until he got as much pleasure as he’d just given me.
   But I knew blow jobs weren’t my strong suit. I just didn’t have enough experience with it. And I wasn’t as sure as myself. I knew what I was doing with vaginal sex. I could ride a guy and know I was fantastic at it. Even with a man on top of me, I was sure of my skill sets. But I still needed to do a bit of homework before I took anybody else into my mouth.
   Things had been so hot and fantastic so far, I didn’t want to sully his impression of me by sucking at…well…sucking.
   So instead, I slid him out of me and caught his still hard cock in my hand, moving to sit on his knees as he held onto my waist securely, and I started pumping him in my fist. He groaned, his eyes going wide as he looked down to watch. I flicked my thumb over the tip and smirked, twisting him in my fist.
   He leaned forward and kissed me. I smiled into the kiss, loving how impulsive it was, like he absolutely had to taste my lips in that moment.
   And then he pulled away quickly and gently laid a hand on my wrist. I stopped pumping him, getting the signal, and furrowed my brow in question. Did he not like this? Was this not his thing? This was something I’d store for future knowledge.
   But then he looked a little apologetic. He stood, helping me up in front of him, and I felt his fingers lightly graze me in between my legs. “Are you okay?” he whispered against my lips.
   “Yes.” I didn’t quite get what he meant.
   “No, I mean…can I…” He slid his finger in between the lips of my vagina and teased my entrance. I gasped. Oh.
   He wanted to be inside of me again.
   And then he cupped the back of my neck and gently kissed me again, pulling away slowly and pressing his forehead to mine. His cheeks were a little red then as he admitted, “I want to come inside of you.”
   My body was wracked with shivers and I bit my lip to keep the giddy giggle at bay.
   I nodded, feeling slightly shy. And I took his hand, pulling him back towards the bed.
   I crawled onto it, suddenly feeling incredibly horny. This man had just admitted he liked to climax inside of me. I was absolutely throbbing, aching to feel it.
   As I splayed myself on the bed, I opened my legs to him welcomingly, breathless as he climbed onto the bed and put his hands on my thighs. Catching my eye, his own eyes glinting in the low light from my bedside lamp, Chuck moved between my legs and tucked his arms beneath my knees. He lifted my legs up and pressed his knees into the mattress on either side of my hips. I could feel his cock sliding over my ass cheeks, teasing my wetness as he propped my calves on his shoulders and stroked his hands down up and down my thighs.
   He simply stared down at me, feasting on my breasts, my muscled abs. I liked to think I had something of a six-pack. As well I should, since I worked hard enough for them. His hands finally dragged down to stroke over my hips and my ass, before he took his cock in his fingers and pushed it into me.
   I gasped, not expecting it to feel so different. But with my legs propped on his shoulders, it felt like he was bigger, going deeper. I whimpered as he bottomed out, my fingers twisting in the sheet beneath me.
   With his hands gripping my waist tightly, he started thrusting slowly, making sure to push himself as deep as possible with each stroke. I watched him, dragging my eyes from his face, down his chest, over his arms, and finally to his thighs. I moved my hands to drape over his thighs to feel the muscles again, arching my back and turning my face into the pillow, it felt so fantastic.
   This went on for a few minutes, with Chuck variating his pace. I went between watching him, his ab muscles flexing right above the gorgeous site of his cock repeatedly plowing into my folds, and shutting my eyes in ecstasy. There was something about feeling it all without seeing it that turned me on.
   And this was why I was so surprised when I felt him reach up to move my leg from his left shoulder to join the other on his right shoulder, my thighs pressing together. “Oh my God!” I gasped.
   Somehow, having my legs pressed together made the sensations that much stronger in my lower half. I could control my muscles better, and I found it was much easier to clench my ass.
   His face was reddening and I realized by the way he was clenching his jaw that he was close.
   “Let go,” I panted. “I want your cum.”
   Chuck groaned and held onto me tighter, his thrusts quick and hard. The sound of our bodies slapping together serenaded my ears and I grinned, whimpering his name repeatedly, until I felt his cock twitch inside of me, before that liquid heat spilling into my body.
   “Sarahhh!” he growled, letting out a whimpered gasp as he thrust, leaning forward so that my knees were close to my torso. I felt him spurt his seed inside of me a few more times before he was seemingly empty, and he tipped to the side, his cock slipping out of me as he flopped onto his back next to me.
   I lowered my legs to the bed and pushed my hair from my face.
   “I hate to sound cliche,” he panted, “But…wow.”
   I giggled and pushed myself to sit up, still feeling that throbbing between my legs. I wanted to reach down and relieve myself but I wasn’t sure if he would appreciate it. Maybe I could go into the bathroom and do it secretly.
   We stayed in the quiet of my bedroom for a half hour, not talking really. Me sitting and him lying there and staring at the ceiling. I thought of that chocolate sauce multiple times, but I never got up to grab it. This was only our second meeting. I didn’t want to come on too hard, and I still wasn’t sure how he felt about all of this. Us.
   As we finally both got up from the bed to get dressed, Chuck confirming that he had to do an early relay in the morning at work—whatever that meant, and I wasn’t ready to ask—I was determined to figure out what this was. I was determined to talk to him, tell him what I wanted. What I needed. And ask him if he was up for it.
   But by the time he got to the door, I’d lost my nerve.
   “Call me again, sometime,” he quipped, and I reached over to play with the button of his jeans.
   “You know, Chuck. You could call me, too. If you need to.”
   I thought that was a pretty good hint. A bit of an allusion to the fact that I wanted a fuck buddy and not a boyfriend.
   There was a particular sparkle to his amber eyes as he grinned. “You know I will.”
   And then he left me standing there alone in my apartment’s entryway, hot and bothered, with that thrill between my legs.
   I hurried back down the hallway to my room, turned off my lamp, and made sure to let the moonlight into the room so that I could at least see my way back to my bed. I rushed to strip down again, crawling onto the bed and lying on my back. I thought about him. The sound of his voice as he said my name while he was in heat. The feeling of his mouth on my nipple, his fingers inside of me. And then finally, I thought of how his cock filled me up.
   I was breathing fast, squirming on top of my bed, rubbing my thighs together and clenching my ass a little.
   Alone, in the silence of my bedroom, I whimpered, bit my lip, and reached up with both hands to knead my own breasts. “Mmm,” I hummed, taking care to pay attention to the sensitive undersides of my luscious mounds. I ground my thighs together again, squirming on the bed and smiling for no other reason than that this felt really good.
   But I knew what might feel even better, and I dragged my right hand down my torso, over my rippling abdomen, playing with my belly button a little, and pressing my fingers against my stomach just below it. I rubbed myself there, up and down, up and down, stopping just above my clitoris, careful not to touch it…just yet.
   I arched my hips against my fingers, humming happily at the way the tingle felt that much more pronounced.
   Finally, I pinched my nipple with the fingers of my left hand and slid two fingers over my clitoris. It was swollen with need, just how I liked it. I flicked it gently a few times, gasping and biting my lip. God, it was so sensitive.
   Knowing it wouldn’t take much to get myself off, I pressed my legs together, tucked my fingers between my smooth, warm thighs, and started rubbing my clit hard, jerking my hand back and forth quickly, desperate to climax.
   I clenched my entire lower half, lifting my ass off the mattress just an inch or two, still rubbing pretty hard and incredibly fast. Oh God, I could feel the finish coming fast, just as I’d thought it would. I was still so sensitive from everything I’d done with Chuck tonight.
   “Come on, come on,” I panted through gritted teeth. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
   It hit me and I had to focus to keep my fingers rubbing just right to make my orgasm last longer. I let out a whimpering gasp, my chest heaving, my muscles contracting.
   And as I finally lowered myself, I thought I could maybe get a few more out of it, so I kept rubbing, clenching my body until I came again, and a third time. When my right arm started aching a little, my thighs feeling sore, I slid my fingers between the lips of my vagina and buried them inside of my entrance. I reached down as far as I could, trying to push my fingers as deep as possible, and then I curled them, feeling my own g-spot.
   “Yeees!” I gasped, arching myself off the mattress and looking down my body. I bent my knees and spread my legs, giving myself as much access as possible.
   I pinched my nipple and rubbed my own g-spot over and over and over again, thrusting my fingers into me until I came a fourth time, this time feeling my cum coat my fingers as my vaginal walls contracted around them.
   The rest of the night, I felt so lazy and body-tired, that I ended up falling asleep on the couch while watching a biopic on Marilyn Monroe on television, and I didn’t wake up again until the morning, an hour later than I was supposed to.
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   A stack of files slammed onto my desk right in front of my face, making me nearly jump straight out of my chair.
   I glared up at my partner as he snerked, crossing his arms at his chest and curling his lip. “If only I could’a caught that look on your face on camera.”
   “Shut up, Casey.” I sat forward and opened the top file. “What the hell is this? I thought we finished this case six months ago.”
   “Opened up again.” He leaned against my desk, using a toothpick to get leftovers from lunch out of his teeth. It was just one of the gross habits I’d learned to get used to with my partner, Detective John Casey.
   “What? Why?”
   “Another woman found with similar lacerations on her stomach.” I clenched my jaw at the autopsy photo Casey put in front of me. I was used to the grisly stuff, the dead bodies, the blood. It was a part of the job. But the anger never went away.
   “Same as Harriet Wilson,” I mumbled.
   “Exactly the same. Vicky down in the lab measured and said the guy must’a had a ruler or somethin’, ‘cause they’re the same length and everything. To the millimeter.”
   “So…what? James Phillips is a serial killer and not just a murderer?”
   “Seems that way, don’t it?”
   “Shit.”
   “Yeah, shit. We better see if we can find more of these in our backlog of murdered women, huh?”
   I sighed and nodded. “I’ll see Trudy about it,” I said.
   “Good. I’ve got to meet with Graham.”
   He rolled his eyes and I smiled a little, pushing the files and photograph away from me to lean my elbow on the desk and look up at him. “Requesting time off finally?”
   “Hmng,” he grunted. “Seems I got more’n one lady in my life harping on me about taking a vacation.”
   “And is it working?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
   “Yes,” he drawled in a flat voice. “Only ‘cause I’m tired of Kathleen and Alex sharing those looks across the table at dinner. Like I don’t know what I can and can’t handle with this job. Pfft. Women.”
   “So where you going?” I asked, ignoring his barb about women. I knew he was cuddly and sweet on the inside.
   “To Chief Graham’s office to request vacation time.”
   “I meant on vacation, Casey.”
   He smirked a little. “If I had my way, we’d be in a cabin up in the mountains somewhere. Can you imagine it? Foraging for our own food. I could teach Alex how to shoot deer.”
   “You’re an awful human being.”
   “Oh, don’t pull that Snow White bullshit on me. If you were out in the woods and starving, you’d kill a deer.”
   “Probably.” I shrugged one shoulder.
   “Anyways, I won’t get my way. I’ll probably end up in Hawaii.” He grunted in disgust.
   “You’re the weirdest person on this planet, you know that, partner? Thumbing your nose at a vacation in Hawaii. The sandy beaches, the perfect waves, the weather…”
   “I’d rather sit in front of a campfire. Cooking a fish I just caught out of the—You know what? You’d never understand.” He pushed off from my desk and slowly started walking away as I swiveled my chair to follow him, smirking. “And, ya know, you’d do well to take a vacation for once, too, Walker.”
   “Nahhh, I’m a lot younger than you.”
   He growled and pointed his finger at me in warning as I chuckled and watched him go.
   I turned back to my desk and looked at my phone.
   “Damn it,” I whispered to myself, seeing that I’d missed a call. And from Chuck, no less. I hadn’t seen or heard from him since Monday night. I told myself not to fret or freak out. Nothing in the way he’d acted when he was leaving that night gave me any misgivings about whether or not he’d contact me. It was just a matter of when.
   Of course he had to call after my meeting with my boss, when I’d put my phone on silent. I forgot to turn the sound back on and now I was sitting here staring at my phone. At least he left a message.
   I felt weird and insecure listening to a message from him at my desk, so I pocketed my phone and left the main office, walking down the empty hallways towards the archives where I had to meet with Trudy anyways.
   I stopped around the corner and lifted the phone to my ear.
   “Hi, Sarah. It’s Chuck. From…Well, you know I’m sure.” Did I ever. “So I’m gonna be stuck at work tonight until like…9 or 10. Which sucks a lot. Because…man, you have no idea what kind of day I’m hav—” I heard a sound in the background. “Can I have a moment please,” Chuck said through gritted teeth. I heard a voice slur something but I couldn’t make it out. “I don’t care! I’m trying to leave a message for—Can you please get out for two seconds? TWO SECONDS!” It sounded like he finally covered the mouthpiece of his phone as I heard his muffled anger for a few more seconds, and then the sound of a door slamming. “Sorry, I…It’s not important. Listen, this has been…a day. And I totally get it if it’s too late, but would you be into coming over tonight? To my place? After I get home from work? Say…um…11? I know, that’s super late. I totally get it if not. You can call me back. Or text me. If you aren’t busy. Hope you’re well. Right. Okay, bye Sarah.”
   I lowered the phone and realized I was maybe a little flushed. My face felt hot. Nobody invited a person over that late to just…hang out, did they? I didn’t think so. He was apparently having a crappy day at work. If I showed up at his place tonight at 11, I didn’t imagine we’d be sitting around having a beer chatting about his shitty day. I imagined what he had in mind didn’t require beer…or clothes.
   At least, that was what I had in mind.
   My phone was at my ear, my fingers having already tapped ‘Call Back’ on the screen. He answered almost immediately with a breathless, “Hiya!”
   “Hi. Chuck. I’m…I didn’t mean to miss your call. I was in a meeting.”
   “Oh, crap. Sorry. It wasn’t one of those awkward moments where your phone was ringing and everybody was looking at you while you turned it off, was it?”
   I giggled quietly, aware that I was still in the station. Anybody could come out of one of these rooms at any time. “No, no. I turned my sound off. Just saw it now after the meeting.”
   “Oh, good. Good. Um…did you hear my message?”
   “I did.” I paused. For dramatic effect, I guess. “Sounds good.”
   “Wait, you’ll—you’ll come?”
   Several times over, I thought to myself, before pressing my fingers to my forehead and wondering when my brain had started emulating my best friend’s mouth. Good thing I didn’t say it out loud. But I was still blushing. “Yeah. I’ll be there.”
   I could hear him smiling. “Great! Good. Okay. Well, I…I’ve gotta get back to work. It’s a madhouse here.”
   “I could kinda tell…”
   “Oh. That. Yeeeahh. Sorry about that.”
   “It’s okay,” I chuckled. I thought it was kinda cute.
   “I’ll text you my address.”
   “Right! That. Okay.”
   “Okay. See ya tonight, Sarah.”
   “Bye.”
   I hung up and stood there, staring at my phone until his address popped up in a text. First text I got from Chuck Bartowski and it was his address so that I could go to his place tonight at 11 o’clock to presumably get laid.
   I could not wait.
   But I had to, I thought as I peeked at my watch. It was only 5. 6 hours until I was meeting up with him at his place. 6 hours of trying to keep from imagining what it would look like, the home of Chuck Bartowski.
   Probably pretty neat and tidy.
   And God, I was already doing it. I was already trying to imagine it two seconds after telling myself not to.
   It didn’t matter what his place looked like. I was going there later that night and I was hopefully ending up in his bed the second I walked in. That was really all I cared about anyways.
   As I walked down the hallway in the direction of the archives, I sent Carina a quick text that said, He invited me to his place tonight. At 11 o’clock. Does that mean what I think it means?
   My business with Trudy was pretty quick as she let me in to look at the archives. It would take a lot of digging, a lot of inventive search terms and getting the filters right so that I didn’t have to look through too many files. And I got right to it.
   An hour later, I was so busy with my work that I almost missed the soft bwoop sound my phone made when I got a text. I tugged it out of my back pocket. Carina replied, Girl is gettin laaaaaaaaid tonight!
   I laughed and typed back, I hope so!
   I left the phone on the desk next to me, face up so that I could watch for her reply.
   Wear something sexy.
   I don’t even know if I own anything sexy.
   Borrow one of mine!
   No! I made a grossed out face as I kept typing. Who knows what the hell you’ve done in those. Or what’s on them!
Okay ew, Walker. Fine. Just trying to be nice.
Well, thanks. But I’m sure I can find something enticing enough in my own closet. Or I’ll buy something.
My phone made a different sound and I looked up from my work to see that I’d gotten an email. From Carina. It was a coupon to a lingerie store called Frederick’s of Hollywood. It looked like she’d forwarded me an email they’d sent her. I laughed and shook my head.
   Alright, Carina. You win. And thanks for the coupon.
Use it or lose it, blondie. Have fun tonight. ;)
I had to school my grin as the door opened and my partner walked in. It would probably look a little creepy if he saw me flipping through murder files with a manic grin on my face.
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   It had taken hours for me to get to this point. Hours of sitting on my couch staring at the blank TV screen, fretting about what to say once I got to Chuck’s place.
   Because it wasn’t safe to just go on assuming we were on the same page. I didn’t want to all of a sudden find out we’d been on the wrong page after doing this for awhile and then risk hurting somebody. Him. I didn’t want to hurt him.
   Honestly, I just wanted to fuck him.
   And I had to tell him tonight…though maybe not in those exact words.
   It took some soul searching, but this was the right thing for me for right now. This was what I wanted. I wanted and needed someone I could depend on, someone to have fun with, someone I trusted with my body. I couldn’t get caught up in the messy boyfriend/girlfriend relationship stuff just now. I wanted to focus on my career. And myself, honestly.
   I needed to focus on myself, for once.
   So now I stood here at his door, my hand poised to knock, wearing some surprisingly comfortable and incredibly seductive lingerie under my black jeans and purple blouse. Only thing I couldn’t decide on was if I should tell him first, or wait until later, after we’d screwed each other senseless.
   I knocked, and the second he opened the door and smiled at me, I knew I should tell him first. If he wanted more than sex, it wasn’t right to take more from him before I figured that out. I needed to know now if he was onboard. And I needed to spell it out perfectly, so that there were no misunderstandings.
   “Hi,” I said, my sweater bundled up in my hand and my purse in the other as I shrugged and grinned.
   “Hi. Hey. Come in, please. Welcome.” He opened the door for me and I walked in, turning to watch as he shut it behind me. “Can I get you anything? Soda? Wine? Beer? A little cognac?” he asked, emphasizing ‘cognac’ with a flamboyant French accent.
   “Um, no. I’m good. Thanks.”
   “Okay, cool. Hey, thanks for coming over so late. I know it was kinda…crazy. Me asking you over…this late.” He seemed a little unsure, nervous.
   “No, it’s fine. I get it. I mean, you were at work.”
   “Right. Work. It was…” He huffed. I figured at this point, a girlfriend would ask if he wanted to talk about it. We’d sit down and he’d grouse about so-and-so and I’d listen so attentively and stroke his hair.
   But I wasn’t a girlfriend. So instead, I simply let him take my sweater and purse and set them neatly on the nearby chair. I took in his apartment with a cursory glance. I was right about him being neat and tidy. I doubted he’d had time to clean anything when he got home from work, which meant his apartment was probably always like this.
   “Wanna sit?” he asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
   “Um, sure. But…” I felt myself wince a little. “First, can I just…say something? I sort of want to clear the air. Sort of…um…put everything on the table. So to speak.”
   He furrowed his brow first, then raised his eyebrows, and smiled a little reassuringly. “Yeah, of course. Sure. Table’s yours.”
   I took a deep breath, then thought to myself, Be like Carina. I had to just come out and say it. Tell him what I want. What I need. And he’ll just have to accept it.
   But then I realized that was foolish. I couldn’t be like Carina because I was me. I was Sarah Walker. And I had to do this as myself.
   “Chuck, this might sound crazy, but…Well, I’m gonna say it anyways. Because you invited me here kinda late and I guess it just made me think you were thinking the same thing.”
   “…Which is?…” he prompted, licking his lips and looking a bit uneasy.
   “This magnetism between us,” I said, feeling a little breathless, “is something else. Sexual magnetism, I mean. I’ve never had such great sex, honestly.” And I’d never ever spoken so outwardly about sex, either. But I tried not to think about that. “It has been…mind blowing. And I guess, I just wanted to make sure you knew where I was coming from with all of this.”
   He swallowed thickly. “Okay.”
   “I was hoping we could make this…a regular thing. Calling each other when we need…Well, basically, meeting up to have sex.” His eyes popped. “Am I absolutely crazy? I know it’s a little…irregular. But the sex is just…so good.”
   The look on his face made me stop. I didn’t really know what else to say. Because he just looked confused. So confused. He let out a long breath and crossed his arms at his chest. “I…don’t get it.”
   I ran my tongue over my lips to wet them and force myself now to cower or look like I wasn’t totally sure about this. Because I was, whether he was into it or not. It was just hard to figure out how to explain without scaring him off or disgusting him or something.
   “Like tonight. You had a really touch day at work, I’m assuming?” He nodded, raising his eyebrows. “You could just call me up, like you did, and if I’m free, I would head over and show up at your door. And then we’d…have sex. It’d make your day better, and judging by how good it’s been so far, it’d make mine better, too.”
   He looked away, his brow furrowed thoughtfully.
   “Chuck, why did you invite me over so late tonight?”
   “What?”
   “It’s 11 o’clock. Why did you invite me this late?”
   “I…” He pursed his lips. “I had a long day. Lots of infuriating things happening at work. And I wanted to see you.”
   “Were you feeling pent up? Full of adrenaline and frustration? Chuck, did you invite me here to have sex?”
   Chuck opened his mouth but only a quiet croak came out before he snapped his teeth shut with a click that almost hurt my own teeth to hear. “I—I guess I was. But I didn’t—I wasn’t looking at it like that.”
   “What I’m proposing means you will look at it like that. And so will I. I’m talking a purely physical, casual thing.” I watched him closely, trying to gauge his reaction.
   “Purely physical. So…meeting up just for sex. Nothing…emotional.” Chuck was speaking so quietly, as if trying to piece it all together still.
   “Nothing emotional. Just sex.”
   He frowned, sticking his hands in his pockets. He lifted his brown eyes to mine. “So our relationship would basically be a bunch of booty calls.”
   “I mean, I suppose that is one way of putting it. It’s more, um…businesslike than emotional.” I nearly winced at my explanation. Because it was maybe a little too callous sounding to call this business. Money wasn’t involved. Just our bodies. Our time. And there was no way to monetize either of those things.
   “Maybe I shouldn’t have invited you here at 11 and it—it gave you the wrong idea about me. I mean, I did want to…Eventually, I thought we would sleep together tonight, but I didn’t invite you just for that.” He shook his head.
   “No, I know. Chuck, I—I have been needing this for awhile. I work so much, and then I come home, and then back to work, then home. I can’t remember the last time I’ve done something for myself. Really for myself.” I sighed heavily and pushed a hand through my hair.
   “And now you want to start by…Wait, what is this?” That line appeared between his eyebrows, his lips parted just a little.
   “I’m asking for a different sort of relationship. A physical one.”
   “So, like, only sex?”
   I felt a little spark of frustration that I quickly stamped out. He was just trying to understand. This was obviously a new concept for him, just like it was for me. “Only sex. No dates to the movies or to a bar or anything like that. Just…a call on the phone, meeting up, and sex.”
   He frowned again. “Then, what you’re saying is…you don’t want to be with me, you just want to sleep with me.”
   That was exactly what I was saying, so I nodded. I didn’t like how icy he was making it all sound. What existed between us was hot. We hadn’t even discussed anything personal yet. The only thing I knew about him was his name and now where he lived and what part of the inside of his apartment looked like. So far all that we’d had was a lot of really fantastic sex.
   “I purposefully brought this up now, in the beginning…well, sort of the beginning…because nothing has gotten too…personal. Or deep. You know? And we could keep it this way. Nice and neat…tidy. No emotional mess.” I shrugged.
   “Emotional mess.” He let out an amused huff, and yet he didn’t look all that amused. I felt more and more like I was blowing it, like I’d bought my lingerie for nothing, like I was leaving here without sex. “There’s something you need to know about me, Sarah, even though it might be more…uh, personal than you want me to be.” There was nothing sarcastic or bitter about the way he said it. He was being sincere again, and I hoped I was just imagining the slight edge of hurt in the way he held his shoulders a little lower than usual. Like I’d maybe injured his self-esteem a little.
   “Go ahead,” I encouraged, crossing my arms and watching him closely.
   “I…I have a tendency of basically being,” he cleared his throat quickly, “the, uh, the personification of ‘emotional mess’. I-I mean, I’m kind of an emotional guy.”
   “Oh. And…what I’m offering is all of the physical stuff, without letting any of the emotional stuff in,” I said, gnawing on the inside of my cheek as I looked off to the side.
   “Yeah. Listen, I’m…not really sure what exactly I was looking for with you. To be honest. And I’m grateful to you for your honesty. I seriously am. So I’m gonna be honest right back. I really have no idea if I—No, that’s not true. I definitely know that I wanted to have sex with you tonight.” He swallowed thickly and I raised my eyes back to his. “But I guess I didn’t think past tonight. And the last few times we’ve…er, met…I was so caught up in the, uh, the physical part of it. So I really don’t know where I stood as it pertains to-to, uh, how I wanted to move forward. How I wanted us to move forward.”
   I sincerely appreciated how honest he was being. And how he didn’t simply just deny me and send me back out into the hallway. He was sincerely thinking it all through. “In the spirit of our mutual honesty, I brought you home that first night with the hopes that you might become my…erm, well?”
   “Fuck buddy?”
   I swallowed thickly, feeling a pulse between my legs at hearing him speak so crudely. Why was that so hot? Why wasn’t I better at controlling my libido right now? Especially if this night wasn’t going to end up with him inside of me, I didn’t want to get too keyed up.
   “I wasn’t gonna say it, but…yeah.”
   He let out a breath through pursed lips and raised his eyebrows, putting his hands on his hips. “Wow. I—ahem—I can definitely say that I never thought I’d see the day that a woman asked me to be fuck buddies with her. Especially not—well, let’s face it. On a scale from 1 to 10, you’re about a 25 and a half. Closer to 26 even.”
   I blushed. His estimation of my beauty apparently broke the scale. “It’s a little crazy, right? Not—Not that last part. I just mean the whole concept. But it’s what I need for where I am in my life right now. I need to take care of my needs, but I’m not really in a place to give much more than my body. I’ve got a career to focus on now. I need to straighten things out. But I want…”
   “Sex.”
   I shut my mouth, gave him a closed-mouth smile, and shrugged.
   “I…get that. I really do. Believe me. I don’t—I’m not gonna…begrudge you that, Sarah. But I have to tell you, up front, right off the bat…” He paused and I don’t think I’d ever paid more attention to anyone in my life as much as I was paying attention to him right then. “I’m not sure if I can do it.” My disappointment must have shown in my face, even though I sincerely didn’t want to guilt him, because he scrambled to explain himself. “I-I mean, I don’t know if I’m capable of everything we’ve been doing, all of the physical stuff, the really great sex, without also letting in the emotional stuff. This is just the beginning so I’m not saying—I’m not—now, you know what I’m saying? That’s not a thing you have to worry about now. I don’t even know you. Except I’m pretty sure you really like pulling my hair when we’re…”   Realization dawned on him. He blushed and cleared his throat, apparently not meaning to let that into the things he was saying out loud. I mercifully ignored it, even though on the inside, I was thinking about how much I really did like tugging on those delicious curls of his.
   “Just…so far everything has been super physical. Only physical, I’d go so far as to say. But um, I’m worried about what might happen in the future. Whether I can pull it off, I mean.”
   “Pull it off?” I asked, tilting my head in question.
   “Yeeahh, I guess I mean that I’ve never done the whole casual sex thing with a person for an extended period of time. One night stand? Sure, I’ve had those. Not—Not a lot!” he practically barked, holding out a hand as I raised an eyebrow and surveyed him. Really? Chuck Bartowski had one night stands? I’d misjudged him a little maybe. Then again, he was right. We knew nothing about one another. Everything besides the sex were assumptions.
   “I haven’t either. So we’re on the same page. It will be new, different. For both of us.” I shrugged.
   “No, that’s not…that’s not what I’m saying. I just mean…” He let out a frustrated huff and I knew he wasn’t frustrated with me, but with himself for not being able to verbalize the way he felt about all of this.
   “What is it, Chuck? It’s okay. Honesty, remember?”
   “I can’t promise I won’t fall for you.”
   The room was silent, his words ringing in my ears. We gaped at one another for a few seconds before he gathered himself and cleared his throat.
   “Sorry. I know that sounds intense. Like I said, that isn’t a problem right now. I’ve only even seen you twice before tonight. But the more we sleep together, the more I hold you in my arms…I’m just afraid that I’ll get to be kinda…crazy about you. Not just your body, but…you. And I know that you’re…According to what you’ve said to me so far tonight, that isn’t what you want.”
   I worked to find my voice for a few moments. “No, it isn’t.”
   I took a deep breath when he said nothing after that. “You know, Chuck…” I met his gaze. “If you don’t think you want to do this, it’s okay. If you decide this whole fuck buddy thing isn’t for you, I understand. I’m not gonna judge you or be angry with you. It is completely your decision. And I wanted to tell you where I stand before we got any further along because I wanted you to have the choice. I didn’t want this to be complicated for either of us.”
   “I appreciate that.” I nodded. “A lot,” he added. Chuck just looked overwhelmed more than anything. “Would you mind if I—I mean, can I think about it? Is that okay?”
   I let out a long breath and smiled a little, nodding. “Of course you can. As much time as you need.”
   “Thank you.” He looked very grateful, and just as relieved. And then he just looked mortified and annoyed with himself. “God, I invited you over here and now I’m…I’m sorry. I just…I’d like to pretend we didn’t just have this conversation and head straight for my bedroom but…”
   “No, no.” I shook my head and brushed his worries aside with a hand. “I’m not put out at all.”
   The wry look on his face told me that he was put out a little. If only because he’d been expecting this night to go a lot differently. Well join the club, I thought to myself.
   We said our awkward goodbyes and I even froze a little when he dove in to kiss my cheek, and then I swept out of there as fast as my legs would take me, feeling like an absolute idiot.

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