This is my idea of what should have happened between Crystal and Nick in 1x08, of course without the scene we've watched. I love them together and I think he really loves her… should I continue this story? Let me know what you think, please! Enjoy & review!

"Well, give yourself some space then. Get a nice room with a well stocked bar and a well hung man"

That was what April told her and Crystal Harris followed the advice but not before she talked and threatened that whore her husband married and after… oh well she certainly did it. She packed her bags and left dear Pernell Harris, the bigamist, and checked in a nice hotel with a well stocked bar and now she was waiting for the well hung man.

The Champagne was already in the cooler when Nick Tramble knocked to room 208 and the vision he found in front of his eyes just took his breath away: the redhead who haunted his dreams for years was there, in a black sheer negligee trimmed with a delicate floral French lace, skimpy thong and black lucid stilettos. The color created a perfect contrast with her creamy skin, his eyes kept wandering on her body without being able to move or breathe or talk. She was the quintessence of every men fantasy.

"Are you going to stay there and watch me all night?" her teasing bedroom voice broke the spell he was in

"Hell no!"

He smiled pushing her inside the room and attacking her lips, mingling his breath with hers, tasting the Champagne in her mouth… God, that woman! His jacket was the first to land on the floor while they were devouring each other, Crystal easily worked on the buttons of his shirt letting fall open and scratching his chest with her nails down to his belt, Nick hissed and pushed her against the wall, both his hands on her body touching every possible inch of skin he could find.

"You know, you don't need to fuck me against a wall, do you? We have a very comfortable bed" she chuckled

"Reliving a recent fantasy"

"Mmhm… I know what you mean but if I remember correctly…" she smiled devilishly and unbuckled his belt freeing him of pants and briefs "The fantasy continued like this…"

She bent on her knees grabbing the base of his penis and licked his head, her eyes never left his. She heard him curse and positioned both his hands against the wall for support while she worked her magic on him, sucking him so hard like she promised, making him tremble and reducing him almost a puddle when he forced her to stop.

"I want you naked before I ripped that little skimpy thing you have on"

"Don't you dare, it's Agent Provacateur"

They both removed their clothes and he threw her on bed making her laugh at his impatience, then he crawled between her open legs capturing her mouth, his beautiful cock pressed hard against her thigh.

He wanted to taste her but he couldn't wait anymore, not after their "little scene" in the restaurant's bathroom that almost blew his mind and made him come in his pants. Nick grabbed her hands pushing above her heads and entwined their fingers thrusting inside her, it was Crystal's turn to hiss, she was very wet but not ready for such a quick intrusion, he noticed and stilled kissing her gently like an apology. It was her thighs movement that spurred him into action, making him set a gentle rhythm that easily turned into fast and hard thrusts, Crystal's legs wrapped higher around his waist finding the angle that made her scream for pleasure. It was raw and carnal, visceral and overwhelming, that was what they had, a mind-blowing sexual connection so intense to lose any possible control. She came loudly plating her nails in his palms, reminding him how much she hated to be dominated in bed and he came soon after chanting her name over and over again. There was a moment when time seemed to stop and they just basked in the afterglow, a moment of pure bliss with no space for words, then the bubble burst and he pulled out rolling on his side to catch a breath. Crystal laid still breathing hard and looking at the ceiling, how could it always be like that between them? When she said "I have my fun" to April she knew she was referring to him and what a fun they had always had together but now it seemed for the wrong reason: it wasn't just about letting off some steam, she was a hurt wife who wanted nothing more than making her husband pay, making him feel betrayed with her abandon even if she knew Pernell wouldn't have felt that way…

"Everything okay?" Nick's voice brought her back to reality

"Yeah, sure. Take that Champagne, we need it"

"You started the party without me" he said referring to the open bottle

"You weren't coming…" she replied biting her lip, the double meaning didn't go unnoticed

"I think I made myself forgive"

"There's always space for improvement"

"Oh really…"

He drank a sip and kissed her sharing the Champagne with her, it was sexy and funny, everything about that man was, he could be an asshole for sure but also the Nick that once cared about her.

"Lay down"

She raised an eyebrow

"Do it" he smiled "It'll be worth it"

"Oh I do hope so"

"God you're so gorgeous, I don't know how Pernell can let you out of his sight…" he said gently caressing her body

"He's too occupied with other stuff"

"Troubles in paradise?"

"I don't wanna talk about him, I don't wanna talk at all"

He slight shook his head smiling "Close your eyes then"

Nick grabbed an ice cube from the cooler that ended on her neck tracing her jugular down to her collarbone and dying in the valley of her breasts, Crystal shuddered at the cold contact and moaned when Nick licked the same path of the ice cube, cold skin turned into heated as soon as his tongue touched it. The sensation was explosive, but he didn't give her time to recover adding a second ice cube to circle her breasts, her already hard nipples, moving it down on her abdomen and letting it liquefy in her bellybutton.

"Oh fucking God" she moaned

"Drink" he poured some Champagne directly in her mouth then whispered "The best has yet to come…"

She was about to reply with one of her sassy remarks when another ice cube hit her clit and she gasped groaning. The cold of the ice was interchanged with the warm of his tongue on her sex sucking and lapping, making her squirm under him, Nick knew she was already close but he wanted to keep her that way a little more making her orgasm phenomenal and he did, when he pushed two fingers in her wet heat curving them and hitting that spot that drove her crazy. He brought her so high that it was as if she couldn't stop coming and coming until her body was completely boneless and he had a smug grin pictured on his face.

"Has someone ever told you how beautiful you are when you come?" he asked nuzzling her neck

"Cheesy, Tramble" she replied with her eyes still closed and a smile on her lips

"It's true and you taste so good" he added claiming her mouth, kissing her hard "Champagne and you, my favorites"

Crystal chuckled and got him off her in order to straddle him, then grabbed the bottle on the nightstand and took a long sip before leaning and kissing Nick to share it. His hard cock was trapped between them and that made him groan especially when she moved creating friction…

"Crystal please"

"You begging?"she asked raising to fist his cock but she knew it was not what he wanted "What do you want, Nick?"

"You…" he rasped "Always you"

She slowly guided him inside her and they both moaned loud, Nick moved to a sitting position and his hands went at her hips to guide her movements, they were face to face entangled in an embrace that seemed more intimate, more profound and meaningful. Crystal wrapped her hands around his neck and started moving, rolling her hips deeper on him and all Nick could think about was how beautiful she was but a completely different kind of "beautiful", something celestial and sinful at the same time with her head thrown back, that lip trapped between her teeth that he promptly sucked in his mouth, she was his downfall. The rhythm they set started increasing but somehow it didn't seem like just fucking, not that way, not in that position, not kissing and touching like they were doing and they could blame the Champagne, the fact that they were tipsy but that didn't change the outcome. He sneaked his hand between her bodies circling her clit, sucking ad biting hard her pulse point until she shuddered and came in his arms moaning his name. Feeling her like this triggered his own orgasm and before he could stop himself, the words spilled out of his mouth…

"Fuck Crystal, I love you"

She opened her eyes wide feeling paralyzed in his arms, what did he just say? Did she hear him correctly? His face was still hidden in the crook of her neck and she was grateful for that, because she didn't know what to do and was starting to freak out in her head. Love… that was never what was supposed to be between them! Good, hard fucks, yes but anything more, not even friendship even if she knew he cared about her or at least he did in the past. Coming down from his high Nick seemed to realize what happened and he slowly moved to face her, to look her in the eyes but she just dismounted him to take the Champagne and wear a robe.

"Are we going to talk about what happened?"

"Why? Did something happen?" she smiled at him

"So you're going to dismiss what I said without talking about?"

"This is talking about and there's nothing to say"

"I told you that I love you for fuck's sake!" he yelled

She looked at him and in disbelief, she couldn't believe he said it again! In the throes of passion men said so many things but that didn't make them true or real, at least it was what she was telling herself before he said it out loud again.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she hissed "I'm not your girlfriend, hell I'm not even your friend! You can't say things like that"

"You think I planned it? It was out of my mouth before I could stop myself!"

"But you could have let it drop instead you insisted on talking about, you even repeated it and that makes it real!"

"It is real! My love for you is real and don't pretend you didn't feel it because you did! We weren't fucking few minutes ago, it was so much more"
"Oh God! Who are you? Love is for sissies!"

He laughed bitterly "What did Pernell do to you to make you this way?"

"Leave Pernell out of this!" she hissed

"Why? Because he was such a good husband to you that you feel the need to protect him?"

"My marriage with him is none of your business! The only reason why you are here is because…"

"Because you wanted to be fucked, I know Crystal, you don't have to explain that to me"

"Then why? Why are you making things complicated?"

"Because…" he passed a hand through his hair frustrated "Every time I meet you, every time I look at you, every time we fuck is harder to hide my feelings from you, to give you just what you want and then disappear until you call me again"

"We haven't done this in a long time"

"At the restaurant the other night you said that I cared about you once… I didn't care about you Crystal, I loved you and I never stopped then I can be an asshole, a piece of shit who just fucks you in a public restroom but that doesn't mean I don't love you because I do"

"Stop!" she yelled "Stop saying that!"

"Why? Can't you handle the truth?"

"Because it doesn't change anything! I'm still married and you're still my lover"

"The point is: what do you feel?"

She laughed "I've way too many problems to think about what I feel"
"Answer the question!"

"You want to know if I love you? If I feel the same? Is this what you want?"

"I want the truth"

"Ah the truth, welcome to the club!"

He kept staring at her waiting for his answer

"I like you very much Nick but some marriages aren't supposed to end, you know the formula? 'Till the death do us apart? Exactly like that and that's what it is between Pernell and I, like it or not"

"Bullshits! You want to stay married to him, you're so used to be his wife that it doesn't matter how many times he does something wrong or hurts you"

"You don't know anything, you don't get to judge! What we're doing here doesn't give you any right to even talk about his actions!"

"You're right, you're cheating on him, the poor saint Pernell"

"Stop it! We aren't going anywhere with this conversation and honestly I'd like you to leave"

"Sure" he replied resigned and started redressing

It was an awful and devastating conversation. Pernell married a hooker for Christ's sake and Nick confessed his love for her, was there anything else that could go wrong? Part of her didn't want him to leave but they reached a crossroad: they couldn't keep fucking after that conversation, she didn't even know if she should see him again, nothing was like before, before those three damn words.

Nick wore his jacket and turned to her, his eyes were so sad that she almost couldn't look at him.

"Will I see you again?" he almost whispered

"I don't know Nick, I think we need to take a break. My life's pretty complicated right now, I don't need more problems, not that you are one…" she tried to correct herself but it was too late

"You've been very clear"

He made the gesture to move towards her but then stopped, he wanted to kiss her goodbye but that was something couples did and they were not a couple.

"Take care, Crystal"

"You too, Nick"

He turned around and left without looking back and all the tears she was holding back started lining her cheeks. No "enough" could stop them now.

TBC?