This is kind of just a drabble I started the other night. Let me know what you think?

(c) Judyth

She didn't have much on her mind as she spotted him across the bar, only that she'd finally spotted what she'd been looking for. Her friends could tell she'd spotted something she liked when her lips formed an 'o'. They all rolled their eyes, knowing she'd finally discovered something that had her interest. They'd been there over an hour and had started thinking she was going to be going home alone for once.

As soon as she'd spotted him, though, in his suit pants and button up shirt, the tie already gone and a few buttons undone, she knew that she was taking that to bed with her tonight.

"That's my que," she told the ladies, raising her eyebrows at them playfully, her eyes mischievous. They all laughed and rolled their eyes. "I'll talk to you all later," she told them as she grabbed her jacket and headed to the bar.

She took the empty bar stool next to him, leaning her back against the bar, and turning her head to face him. "Jules," she told him simply.

They were the first words she spoke to him, stating her name and sticking her hand out for him to shake, as if it were the only thing he needed to know. She said it with the utmost confidence, and she had a look on her face that made him think she knew exactly what she was doing – to him and every other man in the room – and he didn't have it in him to deny her.

He hadn't been planning on bringing anyone home, hadn't really had any plan but to have a few drinks, but he knew that she had different ideas. Especially from the way she was looking at him.

She was dressed in a short black skirt and a tight red top that hugged all of her curves perfectly and pushed out her breasts, with high heels on. She looked fantastic, and she had a grin on her lips that said that she knew it.

"James," he told her after a small pause, placing his hand in hers and shaking it firmly.

She crossed her legs and turned toward him, pulling him closer by his hand. Her eyes met his, dark with want and a grin full of promises on her lips.

"I say we get out of here. I'm sure there's somewhere else we could be." She licked her lips, raising an eyebrow at him in question.

He hesitated a moment, thinking that he shouldn't. He wasn't usually the type to have a one-night stand, as he'd never done it before, but he didn't think he could say no to her.

He'd only started to nod his head and move to stand up, when she grabbed his glass and drained it. He was staring at her when she grabbed his hand and started pulling him with her to the door.

He barely had time to toss some money on the bar before they were at the door and then she was whistling for a cab and giving directions. They were at her apartment before he knew it.

The rest of the night went by remarkably fast.

Upon entering the apartment and closing the door behind them, she'd pushed him back against the door and connected her lips to his. Before this, he'd been feeling nervous and unsure of how things were going to start, especially since they'd barely looked at each other in the cab on the way there. She'd obviously cleared that up right away, though.

She'd done this before, he thought, and it only made him more nervous.

They'd moved from the door to the bedroom, discarding clothing as they went, their lips barely disconnecting the whole way there.

They were up for a while after that, before they both finally passed out, with her curled up on top of him.

He awoke first, several hours later, with one of her legs over his and her arm still around him as she cuddled into his side.

He was unsure of what he was supposed to do, wondering if he was supposed to leave or stay. He didn't have work that day, so he just decided to go back to sleep. He turned on his side, wrapped an arm around her small waist to pull her closer and nuzzled his face in her peach-smelling hair before falling back asleep with a smile on his lips.

She awoke a few hours after that to him still wrapped around her. She frowned, her eyebrows crinkling as she stared at him, wondering why he was still there. Usually the guy was gone before she got up, which was her preferred way of waking up after sex. The few times that the guy was still there when she awoke, they hadn't been wrapped around her when she woke up. Usually they were on the other side of the bed, definitely not cuddled up to her.

She narrowed her eyes at him, wondering if he was going to be a problem. One of those clingy types, maybe? She wasn't sure if she was prepared to handle that, especially when she took in his strong grip on her. And the closer she looked at him, the more attracted she was finding that she was with him.

She tried pushing back from him, but he made a noise in displeasure and pulled her closer, which only furthered her frustration. She started pushing at his chest and smacking his shoulder. Seeing that this wasn't working, she smacked his face. He let out a noise in surprise and then slowly blinked open his eyes.

He was confused as his eyes adjusted, then he looked down at her and a smile slowly formed on his lips. Taking in the expression on her face, which was still set in a glare, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What?" He asked, pulling back from her.

"What are you still doing here?" She asked harshly, pulling away from him and sitting up. She moved to the edge of the bed, glancing around for clothes. He watched her as she got up, not able to make himself look away.

"Um, I'm sorry?" He slowly sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, glancing around until he found his own clothes. "I didn't know you wanted me to leave before you awoke." Seeing his boxers, he got up and walked over to them and pulled them on.

It bothered her that she was staring when he got up and pulled on his boxers. It bothered her that he was still here, and she found herself blaming him. After all, she wouldn't be feeling all of these things if he didn't look like that, if he hadn't treated her like he had last night. (She almost blushed at the memory. He'd held her like no other man had, had treated her like a princess, like a woman. Usually, it was just a fuck; last night had seemed more like what making love would feel like, and she practically flinched at the blush those words inflicted on her skin.) If he had just left earlier like the majority of the other guys had, she wouldn't be thinking of him at all except as maybe a distant memory. It was all his fault, obviously.

He glanced back at her after pulling on his boxers, only to notice her looking at him. She looked away, her cheeks flaming. She looked embarrassed, he noted. Finding a shirt, she pulled it on quickly, then pulled on a pair of shorts from the floor; he noticed that she hadn't put on a bra or underwear, and that she didn't seem bothered by it.

She looked back at him, only to find him eying her like she'd been eying him. She narrowed her eyes in a glare in response.

"Why are you still here?" She yelled at him, moving toward the door. Seeing his pants on the floor, she bent down to pick them up and threw them at him. "Get out, already!"

He frowned at her as he grabbed his pants and slid them on. She disappeared in the hallway. He was still buttoning his pants when she appeared again with his shirt, and she threw that at him as well; she was frustrated when it landed on the floor in front of him instead of hitting him like she had meant it to.

He slowly leaned down to pick it up, his eyes still studying her as he pulled it on.

Seeing his calculating look, she only seemed to bristle even more. She was reminding him of a kitten, and he thought it was rather cute.

Crossing her arms, she continued to glare at him.

"Why are you still standing there? Have you not been listening, or something?" She asked, gesturing toward the door. He'd only just started buttoning up his shirt, so she moved toward him, thinking it a good idea to start forcing him out of her apartment. She very well couldn't get anything done with him standing there like that.

She'd gotten in front of him, had grabbed the front of his shirt and was pulling it with her as she tried guiding him to the front door. He was making it increasingly hard as she found out he was much stronger than he let on. She was frustrated with herself even more when finding that her attraction for him only grew upon finding this out.

She had turned away from him and was pulling him slowly toward the door, and he was still only staring at her. When she'd barely even moved him across the room, she turned to face him, opening her mouth to give him some more pieces of her mind at how slowly he was moving. He stopped her by leaning down and placing his lips on hers.

She froze for a long moment, so long that he'd started to pull away, thinking that he'd been wrong, when she suddenly moved toward him and deepened the kiss.

They then moved back to the bed and found that the progress they'd made with putting their clothes back on was useless, really, if they were only going to be getting undressed again barely half an hour later.