"I don't like this, Mike," Paige said as she sat on his bed, watching him shave.

"It's going to be fine. We do things like this all the time," Mike replied nonchalantly, catching her eyes in the mirror. "If you don't recall, my first job at Graceland involved the Russian mafia. I'm a veteran."

"Yes, and if I remember correctly," Paige began. "Briggs had to save your ass because you almost got shot."

"Technicalities," Mike said with his characteristic lopsided smirk, before splashing his face with water.

"Mike!" Paige began, but she knew, at this point, it was futile to fight with him, especially, as he walked hungrily towards her, shedding his wife beater as he went. Plopping down beside her, he cupped her face in his hands, kissing her deeply.

"Don't try to distract me," Paige said, pushing him back. "I am serious. This mission is moving way too fast."

Sighing, Mike took her into his arms, "I promise to be careful. We have a lot of Feds on this case already. Customs, the F.B.I, even the L.A.P.D. is sticking their nose into it. Don't worry about me."

When Paige didn't look convinced, Mike gently pushed her back on the bed, hovering over her. "Stop worrying or no sex tonight," he whispered seductively.

"Fine," Paige said, wriggling out from beneath him. "I have work to catch up on anyway."

Grabbing her by the wrist, Mike forced Paige to look at him, "Seriously? Why are you so upset about this case specifically? You didn't have a problem when I was working the Bello case."

"We weren't dating when you started going undercover with Bello and that's a bad example because didn't you get stabbed?"

How could he forget? He felt Paige's hand gently drift to his lower abdomen, where a jagged scar remained, a testament to how wrong undercover ops could go.

Looking down, he grasped her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. "I promise to come back home to you every night."

Paige couldn't help the snort that escaped her.

"What?" Mike exclaimed, his voice increasing in pitch.

"That was so cheesy."

"I'm trying to be romantic," Mike retorted defensively, his bottom lip jutting out into a pout.

"I'm sorry," Paige said, her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle giggles. Clearing her throat, she repeated, "I'm sorry. I'll let it go as long as I can have your room, if you die. I could knock down that wall and make this into like an exercise lounge or something."

"You could do that, but I would probably come back to haunt you," Mike replied with mock solemnity.

"Can ghosts have sex or is that poltergeists?"

"I think we are worrying to much about hypothetical situations that will never happen instead of actually taking care of business, here in the present," Mike said, his voice low with desire.

He crushed his lips against Paige's with a bruising force as his hand slid up her inner thigh. Without breaking the kiss, he kicked off his boxers, while Paige shifted beneath him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Mike was just about to remove Paige's nightgown, when there was a knock at the door.

"What?" he barked, his eyes never leaving the panting girl beneath him.

"We're all gonna go to The Drop, C'mon," said Johnny's muffled voice.

Mike opened his mouth to decline the invitation, but Paige put her finger to his lips.

"We're coming," she shouted, smiling impishly at Mike's wide-eyed gaze.

A pregnant pause hung in the air as Johnny fought to come up with a clever retort for Paige's presence in Mike's room. Finally, he came up with a simple, "Sorry to cockblock, Mike."

When Johnny's footsteps had become faint, Paige rolled out from underneath Mike.

"Paige, come back. I'll make it quick." Mike begged, his blue eyes dark with lust.

"It will be worth the wait, I promise," Paige whispered, before sashaying out of the room.

"No, Paige," Mike said, but the door had already shut behind his coquettish girlfriend.

Groaning, he threw his arm over his face, trying to will away the crisis below his waist. He was content to just lie there, hoping Paige was just kidding; when another knock rattled his door. "Mike," Alex's voice came softly. "Everyone is waiting in the truck, are you coming?"

Chagrined as if Alex could see his pathetic naked form through the door, Mike jumped into action. "I'll be down in a second," he replied, a little too loudly.

"Um, alright," Alex responded, before retreating or was she fleeing back to the safety of the others?

Heart pounding with embarrassment and unfulfilled need, Mike threw on his jeans and a plain blue t-shirt.

Paige owes me big for this, he thought to himself as raced down the winding staircase and into the humid night.

At The Drop, the entourage chose a secluded booth away from the depravity of the resident alcoholics. Mike and Paige sat on one side, while Briggs, Johnny and Alex squeezed into the other.

"Where's Charlie?" Paige asked, taking a sip of her beer. Everything about her demeanor appeared relaxed and unassuming, despite the fact that her free hand was roaming down Mike's lower stomach, coming dangerously close to his belt line.

"She's cultivating a C.I. at the Grotto tonight," Briggs replied, popping a peanut into his mouth. "She might be by later, but I doubt it."

Sitting in the outer part of the booth, Paige acted as a human shield for Mike, hiding him from the unwanted attention of the bar's patrons as she ghosted her hand over the growing bulge in his jeans. Squeezing slightly, she smirked as Mike disguised his quick intake of breath with an exaggerated cough. Swallowing hard, he reached down and grabbed her stimulating hand, but Paige had other plans. With a smirk, she squeezed him even harder, inciting him to grit his teeth.

"You alright, Mike?" Johnny asked his brows furrowed in concern. For once, he did not seem to pick up on the sexual tension permeating the small space of the booth. Alex too looked upon Mike with concern, her green eyes earnest and kind.

"Yeah man," Mike answered in a strained voice. "I just twisted my back running today and it really hurts."

His emphasis was attributed to Paige's hand reaching inside of his jeans to stroke him firmly.

"Dude, I got some aspirin, if you want it," Johnny said, digging into his pocket to retrieve a handful of oval white pills.

"For fuck's sake, JT!" Briggs chastised. "Put that shit away. You're gonna get all of the pill heads excited."

"Alright, alright," Johnny said, shoving the offending pharmaceuticals back into his pocket. "I was just trying to help."

"Hey, I'll be right back," Mike interjected. "I don't feel so well."

"You don't look too good," Alex agreed. "You're sweating like a pig."

"I think I just need some air," Mike groaned, forcing Paige to let him free from the booth. He prayed the others would not notice his massive erection as he rushed to the bathroom.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he entered the empty room, darting into a nearby stall. He tried to control his frenetic breathing but to no avail. His erection continued to strain against the fabric of his jeans, giving no sign of abating.

The sound of the door opening made him freeze.

"I know you're in here, Mike," Paige's sultry voice called.

Singling out his cubicle, she knocked. "Let me in; so I can fix your problem."

Without hesitation, Mike unlatched the door.

"C'mon, Paige. We can't…not here."

"Who says?" Paige asked. "It just so happens that I locked the door."

"You're impossible," Mike panted as Paige pulled him out of the stall and pushed him up against the far wall.

"Just shut up," she said as she slid down his body and unzipped his pants.

Freeing his engorged shaft, she teased the tip with her tongue before sliding it into her mouth.

"Oh, my God," Mike moaned, his legs trembling.

Gently, he rested his hand on the top of her head, as he resisted the urge to thrust.

Hollowing out her cheeks, Paige took all of him, reveling in the pleasured sounds Mike emitted.

"Jesus, Paige," he panted. "I'm….I'm almost there…please go faster."

For a moment, Paige obliged him, sucking him hard and fast.

"I'm gonna come…" Mike moaned, throwing his head back and squeezing Paige's hair.

But, Paige pulled away before he could reach his, much desired, fruition.

Growling in frustration, Mike glared down at her. "What are you trying to do, kill me?"

"I have other plans," Paige said. Lifting up her skirt, she smirked as Mike groaned loudly at the sight.

"Yes, Special Agent Warren," she whispered seductively. "I forgot to wear underwear today."

"Fuck me," Mike muttered under his breath.

"That's exactly what I want you to do to me," Paige said.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Mike grabbed Paige and flipped her so that her back was now against the wall.

Hiking her leg up, he forced their bottom halves together.

"God," Mike groaned. "You feel better every time."

"Harder!"

Grabbing her ass, Mike carried her over to the counter, without extricating himself from her heat. Pressing his lips against hers, he began to plunge into her core relentlessly, using the countertop for leverage. He felt Paige's heels dig into his lower back, forcing him deeper.

Pummeling into her like a mad man, he began to feel the familiar coil of pleasure build up within him.

"You feel so fucking good," Mike growled his eyes clenched shut.

"Touch me, Mike," Paige moaned, her head falling back against the mirror.

Placing his hand between where they were joined, Mike began to tease Paige's swollen flesh.

"Oh god!" Paige whispered as Mike's ministrations became rougher and faster. She began to buck at the exquisite friction he was creating, inciting them both to moan.

"I'm so close," Paige whimpered. Grabbing Mike's hand, she showed him where to stroke, before forcing him to increase the pressure. "Yes, right there!" she softly cried in a pitch that Mike had never heard before.

"Come for me, please Paige…I can't hold on any longer," Mike panted.

Letting go, Paige turned on the faucet to drown out her moans of ecstasy. Shuddering, she watched with rapture as Mike's eyes widened, the force of his climax taking him by surprise.

He gasped out Paige's name as he emptied himself inside of her. It seemed as if his climax would never end and his knees buckled at the violence of it. Burying his face into Paige's neck, he waited until his breathing had returned to normal.

"HEY, ASSHOLES! ARE YOU QUITE FUCKING DONE IN THERE? I GOTTA TAKE A LEAK!"

The enraged voice from the other side of the door roused them from their post-coital haze.

"Shit," Mike whispered, helping Paige off of the counter before doing up his pants.

Turning off the faucet, Paige smoothed down her skirt.

"Let's get out of here," she said, kissing Mike on the lips.

Unlocking the door, they were met with an irate, six foot five, drunk man.

"You two are fucking disgusting!" he spat. "Even though you're kinda hot," he added, looking at Paige.

"Well, at least I just got laid," Mike said boldly, pushing past the red-faced man.

Slapping Mike's ass, Paige said with a smile, "Let's sneak out the back; so the others won't catch us."

"What are you embarrassed?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I just want to get back to Graceland before they do; so that we can make a lot of noise."

The wind whipped through Paige's hair as she and Mike walked hand-in-hand down the empty beach.

"I can't believe we just did that," Mike chuckled, breathing in the salty air.

"Hey, you gotta live a little every once and while," Paige replied shrugging her shoulders. "Besides, you of all people could stand to loosen up."

"Me? What do you mean?" Mike asked as they veered closer to the water, letting it lap over their bare feet.

"You're just such a straight arrow, Mike Warren," Paige teased. "You're written not unlike that F.B.I manual that you have memorized."

Scoffing, Mike looked down at her, his eyebrow raised, "Really? Are you trying to tell me that I'm a square?"

"Maybe," Paige said in a sing-song voice.

"Would a square do this?" Mike challenged before scooping Paige up and throwing her over his shoulder. Running into deeper water, he tossed her in, laughing raucously as she came back to the surface sputtering.

Mouth agape, Paige was rendered speechless as she stared at her guffawing boyfriend.

"I think I just fell in love with you," Paige said, though her expression had not altered.

Hearing her words incited Mike to cease laughing immediately.

Without saying a word, he waded out to meet her.

"What?" Paige smiled. "Don't tell me that you're surprised."

"I just didn't expect you to say those words, so soon," Mike said, smoothing back her wet bangs.

"Well, there is no sense in denying it," Paige said with a smile. "I love you, Mike Warren."

"I love you too, Paige Arkin," Mike replied before capturing her lips.