Fiona fumed around the house cleaning up and turning lights and music off. She needed to burn off her anger and her sexual frustration.

In Dan's room she could hear Nikki giggling and in Richard's room, she could hear Lyn and Richard chatting over Massive Attacks Blue Lines album.

Fiona sighed, what she would give to be in the arms of Oliver. He was tall, gorgeous and smelled great. She allowed herself a small thought of being lost in that chest. Fifteen minutes of furious cleaning saw her finally calm. She was lost in her daydream, waiting for the kettle to boil to make tea when she could feel David standing behind her.

"Please go to bed David, you have been a total pain in the arse tonight." she sighed. He took two steps towards her and pressed himself unsteadily up against her. She inwardly seethed. If he needed taking upstairs to bed she would tell him to bugger off and sleep on the couch.

"Not without you, I saw that guy make a play for you and I could not take it." he placed his hand gently on her stomach guiding her into him. He breathed in her scent, burying his nose in her hair. He felt her breath quickening.

Fiona felt like her heart was going to leap out of her chest. His gentle touch in her stomach. The deep inhale of her scent. It was magic. Magic he was an expert in conjuring, but magic all the same. She took a deep breath and gained her composure.

"Oh David..." she turned to face him, "this is not a good idea, I want..."

He leant down and kissed her gently, very gently. It took her breath away. She leant in to return his kiss this time a little firmer, both of their kisses becoming stronger and more passionate. He cupped the back of her neck with his hand. He stroked her throat with his thumb, all the while urging her with his lips. Exploring her more. Fiona let out a hum of pure pleasure. It was as if she was being lit up again inside. It was a practised move that got results and boy was she giving him feedback.

David left her lips. Fiona gave a squeak of disappointment. He quickly pressed his lips to her throat. The sensation was such pure pleasure. Fiona gripped onto the sink to stop herself from full out taking a run at him and stripping him naked on the spot. She grabbed the back of his head. His hair was softer than she thought. As were his lips. They were like velvet on her skin. She was getting lost in his attentions. Lost in her need for more.

She felt his breathing change. The expression on his face changed sharply.

"You are going to puke again aren't you." she sighed. He nodded. "Hang on." she passed him a bucket from under the sink.

"I am so sorry!" he said in between bouts of vomiting, "I really wanted to shag you."

"Thanks, Boston, nothing like a bit of vom to cool the ardour eh? Anyone told you that you have the soul of a poet?" She shook her head at him, glad of the interruption. She needed to cool down and cool down quickly. She knew it could have escalated quickly because she wasn't fully sober and she had been on bread and water sexually for longer than her body wanted to be.

Fiona took David by the hand and helped him climb the stairs to the top landing. David propped himself up, outside her door. His weight opened the door and he made for her bed.

"I know this sounds pathetic Ninj but can I sleep here with you? I never get to sleep with anyone. I mean I fuck them, then I or they leave. I miss the cuddling, shit I sound like a girl." he flopped back onto her duvet.

"Yes you do, just my luck eh? The second hottest guy on the planet just wants me as a teddy bear, brilliant! I don't think I can trust myself, so you stay in your room and I will stay in mine." she laughed, "Do you want me to empty your bucket of vomit and get your PJs?" he nodded timidly. Fiona helped him into his room and set him down on the bed.

"You think I am hot!" he sang to the room, "Ninj wants in my paaaants. Second hottest? Who is the hottest?" He steadied himself on the bed. Gently swaying and hoping that the room would stop spinning.

"David, there are cats and dogs that think you are hot. Just because I think you are hot does not mean I want in your pants. In fact, I would put money on what is in your pants at this very moment is not the kind of surprise I would like. The hottest man is for me to know and for you to find out."

"I am not the hottest? Really? I think you are very hot. In a kind of girly, cute, funny, sexy..." David wanted to say more. He wanted to tell her that she was in a lot more of his carnal thoughts than he could control.

"Are you running out of adjectives David? Now move into your bed I have work to go to and a French man to fantasise about and I don't want you to interfere." Fiona laughed.

Fiona brought his shorts and t-shirt and she left him to change, she then helped David to bed. She placed his covers over him and placed the bucket next to him.

In the morning, David woke alone with a start in his pyjamas with a bucket of vomit next to him. How the hell did this happen? He then began to piece the events of the previous night together. It has started out as usual with him hitting on some girl at the rugby party. He recalled being quite content to knob the boring Paediatrician from the Royal Free, she was his normal sort of cannon fodder, very pretty and very dull.

As usual with pretty and dull, he swigged a few more beers until he found them interesting enough to take back home to their place for casual sex and then a cab back to Grove Road. He noticed Deadly and Dick chatting up Fiona's pretty mates and successfully making their play.

It was only when the girls left that David noticed the French Anaesthetist chatting Fiona up. To his total surprise, it really bothered him. Very unsure why he thought he may go over and join in for five minutes and make sure in a big brotherly sort of way that The Frog wasn't bothering her.

What he didn't figure on is just how boring the Paediatrician was and just how much beer it took for her to be interesting. He felt like a newborn foal on his legs, which led to him crashing into Fiona and asking to be taken home.

He really did at that point only want to go home to his bed alone. The toll of four matches in three days taking it out on his body. He knew that Fiona would help him and make sure he was ok in a cab and she could go back to the party.

It wasn't his fault there were no cabs, though as he recalled Fiona gave it to him with both barrels. He recalled her saying it was over three months since she had sex and he remembered thinking she must have been gagging for it at that point in time poor girl. He had a vague recollection of throwing up on the pavement and then winced at the memory of running up and down the neighbourhood cars. Some Irish woman spoke to him too, she seemed a little familiar......anyway then all he wanted was a glass of water and to go to bed.

He winced as he recalled his awful play for Fiona. He knew he fancied her full stop. He was prepared to take it very slowly with her however last night he was overtaken by his need to have her. Seeing her alone in the kitchen, the way that she pushed her hair behind her ear so he could see her neck, leaning on one hip showing off her waist and bottom he wasn't sure, perhaps it was the beer but he could not stop himself from touching her.

He recalled the kiss, her pleading, her joining him and matching him for passion in their kiss. He had not anticipated that she could turn him on so quickly. He wanted to have her there and then on the kitchen floor. .....oh yes that's when he puked his guts up in the bin, he rolled his eyes, shit he thought, I was acting like a virgin at the prom. His thoughts were broken with the sound of her alarm going off in the room next door.

"FUCK OFF!" she groaned and slapped the alarm clock to shut it off.

Fiona showered, dressed and he could hear her get ready for work. He noted the familiar pattern of drawers opening and closing. The noise of her hairdryer, the sound of various jars being dropped on her dressing table. He lost himself in the familiarity of the noise and the routine. He heard her gently open his door and peep into his room.

"You awake?" she whispered.

"I think more like I have come to" he groaned peeping over the duvet

"I have some Alka-Seltzer for you." she walked across the room and left the tablets at the side of his bed, "Need to go, Boston, feel better."s he kissed him on the forehead and gently ruffled his hair and then sprinted off to made work in a record breaking time.

David lay in bed, lifted up the duvet and spoke to his very erect penis. "Buddy, you and I need to take a trip to the PRN and she is going to have the afternoon of her life!"

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Authors note

Poor Fiona!

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