A/N - Look who finally decided to update lol. Angela, I sort of did what you asked for in this one but not quite! This will have to do for now, haha. Hope you guys like it...

The early morning sun poked through the slats of the blinds, casting various beams of light into the otherwise dark room. With a sleepy moan, a head full of chestnut hair slowly popped up from the pillow. Stephanie blinked her eyes open, the blue orbs glancing around the unfamiliar surroundings. Shit. Where the hell was she? Her head turned to the right to find a walk in closet and some drawers over by the wall. Speaking of which, the walls were a dark navy blue. No, she was definitely not at her apartment. Just as she turned her head to the left, a soft murmur broke the silence of the room and she felt something rub against her leg. All of a sudden it came flooding back to her. The club. Brad. Paul. Paul. Now there was a thought. Without knowing it, she managed a small smile and looked in his direction. He still lay sleeping beside her, seemingly dead to the world. His leg was tangled with hers at the bottom of the bed and she realized that the heaviness around her waist was in fact his arm. Her mind turned to what had happened just a few hours ago and she let out a satisfied sigh. Last night had been incredible. Really incredible. She'd been with a number of guys before, this was college after all and even had a steady boyfriend during high school but nothing had even come close to what she experienced with Paul. And it made her smile. It made her smile and remember to the point that she actually sat there day dreaming for a little bit…until she heard another soft murmur only this time a little louder. His leg shifted between hers, his arm flexed around her waist and finally, his eyes halfway opened and tried to stare through the wayward strands of hair covering his face. Dammit! She should have been using this time to prepare something to say when he woke up. Instead she had blown that chance by fantasizing about him. She was never good at morning after situations. This was going to be awkward.

"Hey," he groaned lowly, coughing slightly to clear the sleepiness from his throat.

"Hi," Stephanie squeaked, almost in embarrassment. She really didn't know what to say.

Paul cleared his throat again and lifted his hand from her waist to brush the hair out of his eyes. Able to see her properly now, he instantly noticed the red blush staining her cheeks and couldn't help but grin. She was embarrassed. He found it surprising since she had been nothing of the sort last night. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd enjoyed sex so much. She was incredible. And now she was blushing in front of him. He thought it was cute. "So…you sleep well?"

God, she cringed inwardly. Kill me now, she thought to herself. "Yeah…..you?"

"Great!" he grinned again. He wanted to give her a hard time but so help him he couldn't. Not when she looked so damn cute. She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, immediately drawing his attention to the sheets she held over her body and more importantly, to what he remembered was underneath. He wondered if perhaps she'd be up for another round. From the looks of it she wanted nothing more than to grab her clothes and bolt but he'd give it a go all the same. Besides, even though talking wasn't high on the agenda for them yesterday, the brief periods where they did talk, he found that he really enjoyed her company. Glancing up at her from his comfortable position on the pillows, he smiled softly. "Best sleep I've had in a long time actually, even if it was short lived. Must have been the company."

His eyes were sparkling at her and she couldn't help but smile back at him. Her initial feelings of discomfort started to melt away at the genuine look of….well…whatever that look was on his face. She didn't know what it was, couldn't exactly read it either but it seemed genuine to her and began to put her at ease.

"What time is it anyways?" Paul asked, running a hand over his face.

"Ummmm," she stuttered as she looked all around, not quite sure where the clock was. The big red digits on the table to her left stared her in the face and she turned her gaze back towards Paul. "It's seven thirty"

"Damn," his face screwed up. "That's fucking early. I think I've forgotten what anything before ten am looks like!"

His amused smile continued to put her at ease and second by second, she felt her embarrassment and uncomfortable nature slip away. "Not a morning person then, huh?"

"Most definitely not. I pick all my classes on the basis of when they start now," he chuckled to himself. "I definitely learned my lesson from freshman year when I had a seven o'clock start every day. Was brutal."

"I'm sure it was and actually, I tried to do the same this year but it didn't quite work out so well for me," she sighed in defeat. Thankfully, today was one of her later starts so she didn't have to go rushing off. Hold up, she wanted to rush off so she could get away, didn't she? Looking at him still sprawled out on his bed looking every bit as gorgeous as he did last night was giving her second thoughts about leaving.

Paul frowned at her comment. Was that her subtle way of telling him that she had to go? "Oh," he said simply. "I take it you've got to leave then, huh?"

She pondered over his question for a few moments. There it was, she had her out. While her head was telling her to go, every part of her body was begging her to stay, especially the part between her legs which felt his knee absently graze her thigh. She looked up at the ceiling before finally turning and looking him in the eyes, her words coming out an unintentional jumbled mess. "Technically I should go I mean….what else should I stay for but really…..I don't know…..maybe I could stay…..I don't have to be in class until two and honestly, I really don't care so…." She quickly stopped herself at the sound of his laughter. "What?"

"That's awesome," he chuckled at her practically having a conversation with herself. The poor girl was clearly conflicted over what to do and it amused him to no end. "You're awesome." He desperately wanted her to stay but he wasn't going to force her if she didn't want to.

Stephanie blushed immensely as she realized what she had been doing. He was laughing at her. Great.

"You look cute when you blush."

His words interrupted her thoughts and she stared at him blankly. His eyes were sparkling at her again. Dammit! This shouldn't be so damn hard. If she wanted to leave then all she had to do was get up and leave. But she didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay and more than that, she wanted to be with him again before she left. This time the feel of his hand on her leg interrupted her thoughts and shaking her head slightly, she looked into his eyes and saw them visibly turn black. His hand gently massaged her thigh and his intentions became clear. But all too soon his grip loosened and she realized that he wasn't going to force her. It only served to make her want him even more. "You look cute in general," she said out of nowhere.

Now it was his turn to blush. He hadn't been expecting that but was sure as hell happy that she said it. Her whole demeanor shifted and she looked much more relaxed. Further than that, her expression grew soft while her eyes turned a darker shade of blue. He recognized that look. It was the same look she had in her eyes while they had been together last night. He felt his groin twitch and swore he felt her inching her way forward. "I do?"

Her response was simply to nod her head and smile. She had no idea what the hell was happening here or what she was doing. The only thing she knew was that she wanted him one more time. The only way that was going to happen was if one of them was brazen enough to make the first move.

"Cute enough to make you want to stay?"

"Do you want me to stay?"

"I'd love it."

A strange silence engulfed them as they both sat there staring at each other for a few moments until almost simultaneously, they leaned towards the other and joined together in an arduous and passionate kiss. His hand reached up to grab the back of her neck and tug her closer, pulling her on top of him before drifting down her back, pushing the sheet down as it went along. She writhed against his body as her tongue moved with his, twisting and winding in a ferocious kiss that had her head spinning. The taste of him was driving her wild and the feel of his hands on her bare back felt like heaven. Suddenly she found herself on her back with his body pressing down against her. The hard heat between his legs rubbed against her stomach through the sheet still wrapped around her and she let out a heavy sigh. This was going to happen. She got exactly what she wanted…well, not quite yet but it was on its way.

Paul sucked on her lower lip before letting go and moving his kisses to her neck. His left hand skimmed along her hip and thigh while the right fumbled with the sheet somehow twisted between their bodies. With a hard pull, he yanked it from between them and chucked it aimlessly over his shoulder. He didn't give a damn where it landed. With no barrier between them now, he pressed his body fully against her and couldn't stop the groan that slipped from his lips when he felt her buck her hips at his. Fuck. She felt every bit as incredible as she did the night before and he swore he could lose himself there forever. He moved his lips to her throat, sucking on her neck and then lower, to her chest and finally to her heaving breasts. Her nails dug into his back when he flicked his tongue over her taut nipple.

"God," she cried out, gripping his shoulders as his teeth pulled softly at her aching bud before sucking the pain away. His tongue lavished her breast, licking and sucking to perfection until she couldn't take it anymore and pushed his head away. He caught her eye for a brief second before latching on to her other nipple, forcing her eyes shut again. While his lips busied themselves with her breasts, his hands skimmed over her thighs temptingly. He pushed her legs apart and rubbed his hand against her, just holding it there and loving the feel of her squirming under his touch. But she turned the tables and reached out, taking him into her warm hand and pulling softly. He groaned against her breast and forcefully lifted his head. They stared at each other for a few heated moments until she started stroking him and he was forced to close his eyes. Blindly he leaned forward and captured her lips again, kissing her hard and pushing his hips into her hand. She gripped him in her fist and began rubbing her thumb over his tip, completely driving him crazy.

"Fuck, Stephanie," he moaned, breaking their kiss and once again looking her dead in the eye. He let her work her magic for a few more blissful moments before breaking into a lazy smile. He kissed her quickly and pulled back, his smile turning to a cheeky grin. "I'm glad you stayed."

With all her strength she flipped him on to his back and straddled his lap, her hand still wrapped around his hard length raging behind her. A sly smile crossed her face and she gave him a slow, wet kiss. "So am I."

With a seriously happy smile on her face, Stephanie opened the door to her apartment in the upper classman dorms of her halls and lazily walked through. The room was silent for all of two seconds until the excited voices of her friends started bombarding her with questions. Laughing it all off, she walked into the living room and had to physically push Jess away so she could sit down.

"Steph? STEPH! Sit your ass down! I want details and I want them now! What the hell happened last night and who did you disappear with, huh?"

"Inquiring minds wants to know?" Stephanie teased.

Jess slapped her knee and looked at her wide eyed. "Of course they want to know! I can't remember the last time you had gossip to tell instead of one of us and no offence, Amanda, but your Malcolm stories are beyond boring now."

"Hey!" Amanda cried out with a frown, giving her friend a dirty look.

"What? It's the truth." Jess simply shrugged her shoulders before looking back to her other grinning friend. "Now spill it, Steph!"

"Alright, alright! Jesus, calm down woman," Stephanie chuckled. Jess seriously looked like she was about to burst at whatever she was about to tell her. No point in keeping the girl waiting. She took a deep breath and then delved into her story of the night before. "Well, it actually all started at the bar when I saw this guy and we both started checking each other out. But then you came over, distracted me and he was gone. After that I was just sitting at the table with the rest of you guys for a bit when Brad asked to dance. I knew he had been drinking but I didn't know he was stink faced drunk. We went to the dance floor and he tried it on with me the bastard." Here her expression grew angry as she remembered his disgusting hands trying to grope her body. "Long story short, he kept trying and I kept telling him no. He pulled at me and before I knew it, I was yanked out of his arms and Paul was up in his face telling him to pretty much fuck off."

Jess was on the edge of her seat as she listened to Stephanie tell her story. It had been so long since she was the one getting all the gory details instead of giving them. "Paul? Paul who?"

Stephanie mulled over her question for a moment before coming to the realization that she actually didn't know! "I don't know."

"You don't even know his last name?" Amanda cut in, a sly grin on her face. "You dirty bitch!"

All three of them laughed as Stephanie picked things up. "Well I didn't exactly need to know his last name, now did I? Anyways, Brad walked off in a huff and Paul and I started talking. Then we started dancing and I just…I melted." Her mind drifted back the club and she could almost feel his hard body pressed against hers. It made her smile. Both Jess and Amanda exchanged knowing smirks before urging Stephanie to continue. "I can't remember the last time I felt like that and I just gave in. We danced some more, things started heating up and he asked if I wanted to leave. I said yes and we ended up back at his place. And that's it."

"Oh no, no, no, no, NO! You're not stopping at the best part, Stephanie. When I said spill it I meant ALL of it! Keep going!" Jess demanded.

Stephanie simply rolled her eyes in annoyance. "You already know what happened next. Why do you need me to tell you?"

"She's a dirtier bitch than you are, that's why!" Amanda snorted, dodging the hand that came her way. "But you can't stop there, Steph. Come on. You got saved on the dance floor by a sexy stranger and you're going to cut the story short when you get back to his apartment? I don't think so. Keep going!"

"Fine," she rolled her eyes again. "Although I really don't know what else you want me to say."

"Was he good?" Jess asked bluntly but she wasn't expecting the huge smile that crossed her friend's pretty features in response. She turned to Amanda, her eyes growing wide again before looking back to Stephanie. "WOW! That good?"

She had come this far, there was no use holding back now Stephanie thought to herself. "Honestly? The best sex I've ever had."

"Holy shit, Steph!"

"Yep. It just felt right and you know what? I actually think I needed it. Like really needed it. I've been so focused lately and…..it was nice to just cut loose and feel something other than stress for a change. I feel a lot lighter or something, more relaxed than I've been in ages. I guess a thank you is in order for you guys dragging my sorry ass out after all," Stephanie smiled meekly.

Amanda shook her head with a cheeky smile on her face. "Nonsense! If anything we should all be thanking this Paul of yours. Seems like he gave you exactly what you needed without even knowing it."

"How many times?"

"Jess!" both Stephanie and Amanda frowned, glaring at the other woman who still sat perched on the edge of her seat. She lived for drama and gossip!

"How many times? Come on, tell us!"

There was a brief silence until Stephanie let out a slightly embarrassed chuckle. "Three or four times last night, I can't really remember and…once this morning."

"Ahhhhhhhh! This is great! Steph finally goes out for a night on the town and ends up pulling Mister Cinco! Mister Five Times! Mister Fu…."

"Will you shut up!" Stephanie laughed in spite of herself. "Mister Cinco? Really?"

"Yes really! The best sex you've ever had five times in one session? Girl, you need to go back to that apartment and mount the man again," Jess cackled. "I didn't know you had it in you, Steph and I have to say," she reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I'm so proud!"

Amanda couldn't help but laugh at the antics of her insane friend as she shared an amused glance with the hot topic of conversation at the minute. "So how did it go when you left this morning then? Are you going to see him again?"

"I don't know. He was sleeping when I left but I actually…"

"You what?"

"I left him a note with my number on it, pretty much leaving the whole thing open. If he wants to call he can call and we'll see what happens. If not then it'll probably rank up there as the best one night stand I've ever had, haha!" Stephanie laughed to herself, nonchalantly trying to brush the whole thing off. She wasn't looking for a relationship right now, quite the opposite actually. She couldn't afford to be distracted but while her head was telling her one thing, her emotions and more importantly, her body was telling her something completely different. She wasn't lying when she said that she felt relaxed and just…happy. She hadn't known it but Paul had been exactly what she had needed and she sure as hell wasn't going to say no if he wanted to do it again. For that reason, she really hoped he called. Her mind once again drifted back to him and the incredible night they shared together until her eyes absently drifted across the room and settled on the large clock hanging on the wall. Shit! She had class in a little over an hour. "And that's your lot, ladies. I've got Bus Law soon and I need to shower!" Jumping to her feet, she left both friends sitting there with smiles on their faces and their appetite for gossip no doubt completely satisfied. Grinning herself, she practically bounced her way to the bathroom and started preparing for the rest of the day ahead.

Across campus, Paul began to stir from within the tangled sheets around him. The loud beeping of the alarm clock drew an annoyed groan from his dry throat and he blindly reached out, slamming his hand down on the button. As he pulled it back towards the bed, his fingers pricked against the edge of what felt like a piece of paper or something. Rolling to his side, he reached over properly this time and grabbed the paper into his hand. His other rubbed his sleepy eyes before he read the note and a huge smile spread across his face.

Sorry I had to run but just so you know, I really enjoyed last night…and this morning too. Here's my number. If you want, call me and maybe we can sort something out. If not, thanks again for a great time.

Stephanie

He read it again, his smile growing soft this time. Seems like he wasn't the only one who had really enjoyed themselves then. "I think I'll be giving you a call, Stephanie," he said to himself with a grin on his face. "I definitely think I'll be giving you a call."