Set after 13x22. April gets home after drinks with the girls and wants some sexy times with Jackson.

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"April. No. You're drunk." Jackson says, catching her hands moving fast under his blue shirt.

"I'm not drunk. I'm-" She replies, dragging her words, taking a moment to think. Then, with a cheeky smile, she moves closer into his ear and whispers. "I'm horny."

"Okay. You, using that term, is a sign that you're absolutely drunk." He nods, placing his hands on the sides of her waist, completely trapped under her weight. "And I'm not having sex with you tonight."

"I know you want it." She teases him, moving her mouth down the side of his face, making him feel the breath of alcohol left in her taste. "I mean, I want it. I want you." April pointing one lazy finger to his chest. "And you want me, I can tell."

"Oh! You can tell."

"I can tell by the way you look at me."

"And you're obviously seeing things, because-"

"No! I saw the way you've been looking at me lately." She cuts him off, moving one hand to cover his lips. "And you're so fine!"

"Okay-" He rolls his eyes.

"I was at the bar, with the girls and all I kept thinkin about was you." She goes on, moving the palms of her hands down his naked arms. "And your touch and your lips and your… butt."

"April-"

She laughs. "Oh... Just wait until you see what's under this…" She starts, moving her hands to the hem of her shirt. "I just need to… take this… thing of."

"April?" Jackson lets out a laughter, shaking his head as she unsuccessfully tries to pass her shirt past her neck. "Want some help with that?"

"Nope." She replies, stuck in her own attempts to free herself from the fabric.

She came home late after a fun night out with the girls, dragged her body to his bed and woke him up with tiny kisses on the neck. Now here she is, completely out of her mind, feeling feisty and free of her inhibitions, intoxicated.

"April?"

"I've got this. I do. I just-"

"Babe?"

She huffs, apparently giving up after struggling for a few more seconds. "What?"

"Can't we just go to sleep?" He moves, entertained by the frustrated frown on her face. "And tomorrow-" He goes on, slowly allowing her to take the side next to him on the bed. "Tomorrow we can start this all over again."

"Really?"

"Really." Jackson nods, staring down at her and moving a lock of hair that fell on her forehead. "Now, would you please let me help take your shoes at least?"

"I guess. I'm actually pretty tired, you know." She replies, slowly closing her eyes. "But tomorrow-"

"Tomorrow, yes." He smiles, knowing she wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily… and neither did he want her to.