A/N: Hehe. Had to up the rating, because you all asked so nicely for it, here it is. Smuttity smut. You have been warned. And you know what made me blush? That I didn't have a hard time writing that. Go figure.

Disclaimer: Sometime in the near future I will own the second season on DVD. Muahahahaha! But till then I only own the mistakes in this story, because it wasn't betaed.

Wayne

She was a fucking sex goddess.

She couldn't get enough of it. Him. Them.

She was still breathing so hard. Every time she closed her eyes her brain replayed the whole night second by second. Again and again. A slow satisfied giggle escaped her at that. Again and again, like the orgasms Wayne gave her all through this night, again and again. A sated, perfect little sigh followed that thought.

Wayne.

God, she couldn't remember having sex this good. Ever.

But she'd always remember their first time.

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After their little make out session on her living room couch they walked hand in hand to her bedroom, not really in a haste of getting there. Just enjoying each others company. In the bedroom Grace turned on the little light on her bedside table. She wanted to see him, drink him in, even if they were just changing and going to bed. To sleep.

Wayne was always beside her, close enough that she wouldn't have much room to turn around. She never noticed him looking confused at the foiled pills lying openly on the small dark wooden table beside her bed.

Why would she…? Then his confusion cleared. He was such a man sometimes. Really, twenty one very small pills with every day of the week written under it, it wasn't the first time he saw birth control pills. He was a cop after all.

Grace had already turned around in her limited space and followed her companions look. And rolled her eyes. She grabbed them and held them in front of his eyes looking down sheepishly.

"Already took the one for today." A quiet whisper.

Rigsby chuckled and blushed a little at her statement. "Yeah, great." Equally hushed.

She let the pills fall back onto the table and put her arms around his middle, leaning up to kiss him. His hands were roaming around her back, down her shirt. They tried to undress the other while still kissing frantically. And realized it doesn't work. So they stopped shortly and undressed themselves, which was getting them naked a lot faster.

They were standing at the end of the bed both naked as the day they were born, still standing in front of each other. Ever so slowly she reached out one hand to graze his shoulder with just a whisper of a touch. To him it was an electric shock sending warmth rushing through his entire body. But he didn't move, didn't want to disturb her exploring. While her first hand moved slowly and light like a feather down his biceps she put the other one flat on his bare chest. Over his heart, so she could feel it beating.

After a few seconds her fingertips were itching to go on. Her touch got firmer, feeling the strong muscles in his chest react to her. Both her hands came together right under his navel. She stopped her ministrations when she got a look at his…equipment. Already hard and pulsing.

And then she did something he found utterly adorable every time and she couldn't stand: she blushed.

He smiled and took that as a sign to begin his own Grace Exploration Tour and started by hooking a finger under her chin to pull her eyes back to his. He wanted to watch her every reaction. Starting from her chin his fingers traveled all over her face. His thumb glided over her beautiful lips, dipping into her sinful mouth. Her tongue flicked over it shortly before her lips dusted a shy little kiss on it. The other fingers stroked softly over her cheekbone to her forehead and down her elegant nose.

When she smiled at him, he took her face in both hands to give her a reassuring kiss. "Grace." He breathed her name low onto her lips. "Sweet. Beautiful. Grace." Every single word punctuated with a more and more passionate kiss. The last one taking a life of its own. Like his hands. Stroking down her neck, feeling her hair between his fingers till he came to the swell of her breasts. Still only with his fingertips he drew circles, getting smaller and smaller until he came to her slowly hardening, rose colored little nipples. To see if he could get them even harder he gave each peak a short lick and softly blew on them. His mind registered her moaning his name. "Wayne…"

Okay, this was it. Enough teasing and exploring, he needed this amazing woman now. His name on her lips like this made him harden even more. He kissed her. Hard. And pulled her flush against him, letting her know what she did to him. She paid him back with equal favor, her arms snaking around his neck locking into place.

He let himself fall backwards onto her bed, taking her with him and still not breaking their kiss. She landed on top of him and smiled into his lips. Shifting a little so that she was straddling him, she had both legs on either side of his hips, both hands on either side of his head. Then she started to slide her dripping center back and forth over his hard flesh ever so slowly.

Eyes closed, Grace heard him groan deep in his chest and smirked at the sounds she could get out of him. Her smirk turned into a soft little purr when she felt his hands sliding down her back, his short fingernails scratching lightly along her spine.

God. That. Was. Fucking. Good.

She broke the kiss, arched her back and burrowed her face in his neck. Inhaling deeply. His scent, his nails, his deep rumbling moans. It was all arousing her to no end. God, she needed him inside of her now.

Suddenly she sat up, so he could position himself at her slick entrance. He spread her soft, delicious looking folds – later, Rigsby, you can taste her later – with his fingertips and brought only the head of his swollen shaft to her opening, sliding around it slightly. By god, he could smell her wetness, her heady scent. Instantly his tip was coated with her juices.

So wet. So deliciously wet.

She couldn't take it anymore. "Stop playing, Wayne and fuck me already."

He stopped his teasing and locked his eyes with hers. Did she really just say that? He couldn't believe it. But there it was, the look in her eyes, a mix between shock and surprise, and the wonderful red color not only coating her heart shaped face but going down to the sweet little tips of her breasts. She really did. And that was the last straw.

Eyes locked, mouth agape, he couldn't really do much but feel her sliding down his rock hard dick. Slowly, sensuously, inch by agonizing inch.

"Jesus, Grace." She was so wet and tight, that he could only moan her name like a devoted to his only goddess.

Just like him she lost all and every ability to form coherent sentences, so that only one thought remained in her sex addled brain. "Wayne." A quiet breathy little moan, she wasn't capable of anything else at this point.

They hadn't even moved yet. But he was adamant on changing that in the next second.

He spread both his hands on her marble thighs and drew his upper body up to be able to kiss every delectable inch of her he could reach. The change in position also changed their angle, so he slipped even deeper into her wonderful hot, slick channel at which she gasped audibly and made him smirk slightly smug. His hands moved slowly around to her smooth cute little butt to help her movements. And move she did.

With a slowness bordering on torture she moved up his shaft. Searching for his eyes she smiled devilishly at him and came back down harshly, making them both close their eyes and groan.

Putting himself into action he countered her every movement with a strong thrust of his own. Their motion so in synch as if they had been doing that every day for years.

It was the first time in ages for both of them, so when Wayne took one of his hands and slightly scraped her swollen and oversensitized clit with the nail of his thumb she came instantly and violently screaming his name.

The hard clenching and unclenching of her inner muscles brought him over the edge sharply as well. He went rigid, shooting his semen deep into her womb, screaming only one thing.

"Grace!"

Breathing hard, deeply sated, not capable of forming thoughts let alone speech and with matching silly grins on their faces they fell back onto the bed. Grace with her head on his chest was listening to a symphony of his erratic heartbeat and the blood rushing through her veins.

When their breathing started to calm down, one thought made its way into her brain.

She made him scream.

Her name.

Loud.

It wasn't a grunt. Or a deep rumble. Or just a moan.

It was. Her. Fucking. Name. Clearly audible.

God, what an amazing feeling.

Slowly her mind registered Wayne moving, rolling them both onto their sides grabbing the sheets and dragging them over their cooling bodies.

She snuggled into him and looked up, wanted to see a reaction in his eyes. What she saw let her melt into a puddle of girlie goo. The open love and affection, amazement and respect, let her go weak in the knees. Thank god, she was already lying down. And what a wonderful feeling it was to send the same emotions right back to him through her own eyes.

She sighed contentedly and leaned up, erased the last bit of space between them to give him a long soulful kiss. After the kiss Wayne broke the silence with a few softly spoken words.

"So...d'you learn that in yoga class?"

She laughed heartily against his bare chest at that and hugged him tight to breathe him in deeply. His scent so arousing when they started was so relaxing now.

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The next morning they both slept through the ringing of the phone and never noticed the call going to the answering machine. After the beep the voice of Grace's brother Matt was being heard after a soft apologetic sigh.

"Grace, I wanted to tell you I'm sorry in person but I can't reach you and I have to be back home this morning. So. I'm really, really sorry, little sis. I promise I won't do it again." And after a short thinking pause he added with a very hearable smirk, "Hey, why don't you bring your new catch with you the next time you visit mom and dad?"

This is it. There's no more. To this, I mean. It's so totally finished. Imagine a big black screen with a fat "The End"-stamp coming down onto it. Finis. Rien ne va plus.