Forgot to do this in Chapter 1... I do not own It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia or any of it's wonderful characters. It sure is fun to borrow them, though! Thanks, Gang! Enjoy!

Chapter 2

"What the shit is this?!" Dennis said as he and Mac walked in to see Charlie And Dee on the couch wrapped in each other's arms.

"Do you think they're banging?" Mac asked and Dennis scoffed.

"No way. I don't think either one of them is that desperate... Well Charlie might be, but he's in love with the Waitress, and Dee's a whore so she gets laid all the time. Look, the tv's on, there's rum and coke's everywhere. They probably just fell asleep watching tv."

"Yeah, they would never bang," Mac agreed, "I'm going to bed. Night, Dennis."

"Goodnight, Mac. Hey, don't forget we're going to look at that apartment tomorrow morning."

"Yeah buddy! We can get the hell out of here!" Mac leaned in to hug him but as usual Dennis pushed him away.

"Yeah, ok, just go to bed, Mac."

Mac and Dennis left early in the morning, leaving Charlie and Dee in the apartment. Charlie was used to waking up cold, on a springy and uncomfortable sofa bed with Frank snoring next to him, so he was pleasantly surprised to be warm and comfortable. He opened his eyes and saw that Dee was still wrapped in his arms. He gave her a gentle squeeze and when she opened her eyes and looked into his, he smiled.

"Morning, Sweet Dee."

Dee startled, quickly untangling herself from him and jumping to her feet. "Jesus Christ, Charlie! Again?! Come on! You saw how drunk I was, how could you take advantage of me like that?!"

"Whoa, whoa, hey... Calm down!" Charlie replied, sitting up and pulling a pillow onto his lap. "Jeez, nothing happened last night. We drank, watched tv, and fell asleep. That's it. Okay?"

"So we didn't..."

"No."

Dee sighed, partially with relief, but mostly because of her hangover. She fell back onto the couch next to him and closed her eyes. "Ok, good. Thanks for, you know, not taking advantage of me."

"Oh, but I totally would have." Charlie said with a gleam in his eye and a smile playing on his lips.

"What?!"

"Well I wouldn't have forced myself on you but if you were willing, then..."

"Goddamn it, Charlie, just stop."

"Come on, you gotta admit, that was some really hot sex we had yesterday."

"Yes, Charlie, it was very hot. But wrong. Very, very, VERY wrong."

"Why was it wrong?"

"Because it just was, okay?" She snapped, desperately wanting to change the subject.

"Well, there's gotta be a reason. We both seemed to enjoy it. You were making some pretty hot sex sounds."

"Shut up! Damn it, let's just drop it, okay? Pretend like it never happened."

"But why? Things will only get weird if we let them get weird... Can I tell you something?" He asked suddenly, his voice dropping to a low, serious tone.

"Sure," she replied, curious as to what he was going to tell her.

"Yesterday... I didn't think about the Waitress at all. Not once, the whole day! Because I was too happy spending time with you."

"Really?" She asked quietly, surprised and touched by Charlie's words.

"Yeah. I almost couldn't believe it myself!" He laughed and Dee offered a smile.

"Wow. I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me, Charlie. Thanks."

Charlie just smiled and looked into her eyes. Dee finally caved at his charm and leaned over to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her again and she rested her hands on his chest. This was not the frantic, lustful kissing that drove them the day before. This was slow, soft and romantic. Charlie cupped her face in his hands and finally pulled away to rest his forehead against hers.

"I really do love you, Dee. You're my best friend."

"This is a bad idea, Charlie. The guys would never let us hear the end of it."

"Who cares what the guys think?"

"Well, I do, and you should too. We have to see them everyday. They're gonna make our lives miserable."

"Then they don't have to know." Charlie replied resolutely.

Dee thought for a moment then said, "I guess it won't be too hard keeping it a secret..."

"Wait," Charlie said, not believing his ears, "So you're gonna like, be my girlfriend?"

"Don't make me regret this, Charlie. And you've gotta leave the Waitress alone. Seriously. No more spies, or sneaking into her apartment or following her home. The first time that happens, it's over between us. No second chances."

"No second chances," Charlie agreed, "Don't worry. Like I said, I don't even think about the Waitress when I'm with you."

Dee smiled and kissed him once more before standing up and saying, "Come on, we have to meet the guys at Paddy's. And remember, we have to act normal while we're there."

"Totally normal. Yup. Normal as can be." He replied.

"Please don't make me regret this, Charlie. I'm gonna get in the shower then meet you at the bar."

"Can I join you?"

"No!"

"Ok," he replied, disappointment heavy in his voice.

She walked over, kissed him gently and smiled, "Get the hell out of my apartment, you boner."

"Fine, whatever, Big Bird!" He said, kissing her back and smiling before letting himself out of her apartment.

The End