Disclaimer: As before

Author's Note: Here's part two. And this is definitely M rated. Sorry it was a long time in coming, it wasn't the easiest thing to write, and I've been putting more time into my full length story on the go than I have little bits and pieces like this. (I was watching "I Don't" while I was putting the finishing touches to this and what with the wedding and obviously I knew how it ended so I cried almost all the way through – it made writing fluff extremely difficult!)

Ray woke the following morning after a distinctly disturbed night's sleep to the sound of Neela's alarm clock through the wall. He lay there, waiting for her to hit the snooze button like she normally did. She always hit it at least once before she dragged herself out of bed. This morning though, he listened as she turned the alarm off and got up straight away.

What was she doing?

God, not more torture like last night, please. He was as pissed as Hell at her for what she did, but he knew that he sort of deserved it. He should have known that it needed a bit more than a takeaway and copious amounts of cheap alcohol to woo a girl like Neela, and she had put him right back in his place in a deliciously ruthless manner. It hadn't exactly fulfilled his evening's objective of taking his mind off her however. Images of her had flitted through his dreams all night, and he woke frequently, hot and breathless, half expecting to find her lying next to him. If only she had been.

He heard her bedroom door open, and she began to make her way towards… The bloody bathroom. No way was he giving up the only hot shower after her little performance last night. No more playing by the rules. He leapt out of bed and chased after her.

'Not so fast.' He caught her wrist just as she reached the bathroom door, and tried to yank her back. 'You really think you deserve the first shower?'

She grinned cheekily at him. 'I think you're most in need of a cold one.'

'And whose fault is that?'

In answer, she slipped out of his grip and sidestepped swiftly into the bathroom. He heard the lock slip across on the door, and he immediately started hammering on it. 'Don't you dare Neela. Don't you dare get in that shower.'

He heard her turn the water on.

'You had better hurry up in there. I swear to God, if you're any longer than one minute in that shower, I am going to knock this door down and come in there and wrestle you out of it.'

He was almost certain he could hear her laughing at him over the sounds of running water.

'I'd love to see you try Ray,' she called out.

'Damn it Neela, let me in.'

Neela let the hot water wash over her, listening with amusement to him huffing and puffing outside the door. She really had him riled. She could just imagine him standing there on the other side of the door, pacing around, all angry and frustrated. Better still, she thought to herself, imagine him here in the shower all angry and frustrated. The bathroom had begun to steam up with the contrast between the hot water and cold air, and she could almost see him standing there, water beaded on his skin and eyes flinty and dark with there desire that she knew would be there.

Another round of hammering on the door brought her out of her trance, and Neela realised that she was slowly trailing her hand up her thigh as she had been thinking about him, her chest rising and falling quickly with a sudden breathlessness that seemed to have come over her. There was an easy way to solve this, she thought. He wanted a hot shower, and she wanted him; simple. And she did owe him something by way of an apology for last night after all.

She stepped out of the tub without turning the water off and moved towards the door. She briefly considered the towel that she had brought in with her, but decided against it. It would be more fun to see his face without it.

Just as the hammering reached a crescendo, Neela unlocked the door and opened it abruptly. The sudden opening of the door threw him off balance and he half stumbled through into the bathroom. And then he looked up and saw… her.

She was standing in front of him, hands on hips in that irritatingly amused pose that she had adopted last night, except for one, unbelievable difference. She was completely naked, tiny rivulets of water running down her perfect brown skin. He knew he must look utterly ridiculous; his face had slackened with shock and he felt his jaw drop but he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was even more beautiful than all the times he had imagined her. He blinked a couple of times, trying to decide whether or not this was real, or just another of the fantasies about her that his sleeping self played out over and over, and in fact he was back in his room, lying sound asleep in his bed.

Then she stepped towards him, and he could feel the heat emanating from her body. Oh, this was definitely real. It had better not be a continuation of last night though; that would really not be funny, although he didn't think even she would go this far for payback.

She had been right, she thought to herself. It really had been worth dispensing with the towel to see the expression on his face. If she didn't know how she was going to make it up to him, she would have almost felt sorry for the poor guy.

'Neela?' he managed to ask.

'I was just thinking,' she said lazily, 'that if you wanted a hot shower, it might be better if you joined me.'

He eyed her suspiciously. This sounded horribly like another of her games.

'We have to be at work in forty minutes; I think in light of that a cold shower might be more advisable.'

She shrugged carelessly and took a step back. 'Fine. Your loss.'

His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist again, pulling her towards him. 'Hey, hey, you're not going anywhere.' He wanted to say more but as his mind began to cloud, he yanked her back a little more violently than he intended and her body hit his as she moved back towards him, and soon as he felt her hot wet skin against his chest he couldn't think of mundanities like words. With one hand in her wet hair and the other sliding down her back, he held her against him and sought her lips with a moan, trying to gain the upper hand, although he had a strong feeling that this entire situation was being very much orchestrated by her, and all that was required from him was a bit of audience participation.

She let out a seductive giggle as she reached up to him that sent shivers down his spine. When their lips met, she immediately took control by plunging her tongue into his mouth, entwining it with his and caressing his palate, setting off sensations he couldn't even begin to describe. She smiled against his mouth as she felt him pressing, hard and insistent, against her stomach.

She unwrapped her arms from his neck and ran them, nails teasing his skin, all the way down his back until she reached the waistband of his boxers. They were off and lying in a pool of water on the floor before he knew what was happening.

'Neela,' he groaned.

'We're wasting the water,' she said through their collision of lips.

Part of him was amazed at her words. How the Hell could she still be in enough control of herself to be thinking about anything other than the soft slide of their wet bodies against each other, the way their hot lips met and moved. He knew, for him, there was nothing left in the world apart from this moment, her. What had started off as a harmless flirtation, a plan on his part to get her out of his system, had suddenly become an awful lot more than that.

'We'd better get in the shower then,' he murmured, and she noticed the slight change in his tone, just a little bit more serious than he had been before.

She smiled up at him, and led him by the hand into the shower. As soon as they stepped under the hot stream of water, he took her in his arms. He ran the fingers of one hand down her spine, resting at the small of her back, and the other he rose to cup her breast, and that line of friendship had been irrevocably crossed. Pausing before he kissed her, he looked deeply into her eyes, and Neela felt herself melt under the intensity of his gaze.

She gasped when she felt his hand close around her breast, and her nipple hardened against his palm instantly. She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him down to meet her in a fiery kiss. 'Ray…' she whispered, her voice uncharacteristically husky.

He bent his head further to kiss her throat, sliding his lips down her skin and across to her collarbone. He bit and sucked at the dark skin there, making a mark. At the feel of his teeth, she groaned again, and cried his name loudly this time. Spurred on by the sound of her voice, he brought his mouth up to meet hers again, swallowing her cry, and she bit his lip as he kissed her.

Staggering a little, he pushed her against the wall, making her gasp as she felt the cold tiles hit her skin. She writhed against him and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on. He had her pinned to the wall now, holding her wrists, and he dipped his head to her breast, grazing her small, hard nipple with his tongue then teeth.

He was giving her so much pleasure she wasn't sure she could tell the difference between it and pain anymore, but her body still ached for more. She fought him, trying to free her wrists to make better use of her hands, but he wouldn't let her go. Her head tipped back against the wall and she felt her knees begin to weaken. 'Ray, please…' she began to beg breathlessly.

Finally he let go of his hands and straight away she wound them around him for support. She clawed at his back, nails scraping at his skin, trying to pull him closer to her, needing to feel his body against hers. He answered her request by sliding his hands along the silky smooth undersides of her thighs, lifting her up and immediately, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

'Neela, oh God, Neela.'

'Now Ray, please now.'

He did ask she asked. He thrust himself into her with a grunt of effort that soon turned into a groan when he felt her contract, hot and wet, around him. He tried to kiss her but she was writhing in ecstasy too much. She clung to him desperately, her nails embedded in his back as she cried his name. 'More Ray, harder…' The sensation of him deep inside her, rough hands on her skin, was pushing her closer to the edge.

He did his best to oblige her as he kissed the sensitive spot below her ear. He was completely lost in her, the feel of her moving against him, the sound of her ragged breaths in his ear, and he didn't think he could make this last long. Then he felt her tighten around him and she came with a gasping moan and he was beyond all self control.

When, at last, it was over, he didn't step away from her. He gently lowered her to the ground, still holding her firmly against him. He bent his head to kiss her again, but this time with none of the urgency of earlier. It was soft and sensual, and said something even more significant than their recent passion. She wound her arms loosely round his neck, running her fingers slowly through his hair then moving down to stroke his face.

'Ray, I…' She was still breathless, and she didn't know what she wanted to say even if she was able. What could you say after that?

He smiled at her, a slow, almost lazy smile that made her knees weaken all over again. 'I think that was a pretty good way of solving the argument.'

She pretended to consider the matter. 'Not bad, I have to agree.'

'Not bad?' He raised an eyebrow.

'Does utterly amazing sound any better?'

'Hmm, that could work for me.' His hands were beginning to rove again, but the temperature of the water had fallen to a level that they could no longer continue to ignore. He reached behind them to switch the water off and climbed out of the tub, offering her a hand as she did the same. She was shivering, but she wasn't sure if it was from the cold water, or the chilly feeling that she had the second he had moved away from her.

Still smiling, he took a warm towel off the heated rail and wrapped it round her shoulders, using a corner of it to gently dry her. She followed his lead, and reached beyond him for another towel, and did the same. There was something very intimate about their actions that moved both of them, and privately, they questioned just how much of a game this was anymore. Neela looked as if she was about to say something, but Ray didn't want to spoil the moment with thoughts or words; he just wanted to enjoy this for now, and wait to see where it led.

To bring things back onto a lighter footing, he said, 'Do you realize how late for work we are?' Before, he would have expected a statement like that to throw her into a panic, but now, he didn't think it would. There suddenly seemed to be so much more to her than there ever had been before, or perhaps he had been too blind to notice.

'Yes,' she smiled back at him, clearly not caring in the slightest.

'It's a shame we have to go in at all. I can think of so many more interesting ways of spending the time.' There was a suggestive glint in his eye.

'Let's not then.'

'Let's not what?'

'Let's not go into work Ray.' He looked a little disbelieving at her suggestion, and she grinned mischievously at him. 'I bet you never thought I'd be so reckless, did you?'

He tilted his head slightly as he looked at her. 'Well, you have to admit, you haven't exactly set a precedent for wild and irresponsible abandon. When exactly did you become reckless?'

Her voice dipped seductively, and he really wished they didn't have to go to work, her dark eyes gazing up at him widely. 'When I met you.'

She smiled again at him, and taking her towel out of his hands, carefully wrapped it around herself, and walked into the lounge. Curious, he followed her.

'What are you doing?'

She had picked up the phone and dialed a number, so she didn't answer him, but softly rested a finger on his lips to quieten him. 'Hello Jerry, it's Neela, could I speak to Doctor Weaver please?'

Her voice sounded a little weaker than normal, as if she was ill. Then when Weaver came on the line, he understood.

'Doctor Weaver, hello. I was just calling to say Ray and I won't be able to make it in for our shifts today. We had a takeaway last night and it must have been dodgy, we've both been throwing up all night.' He watched her, astonished, as she spun the lie with an absolutely deadpan face. 'All right, thank you. Yes, I'm sorry again Doctor Weaver.'

She put the phone down and turned to him, noticing with a smile that his towel seemed to have gotten lost somewhere between here and the bathroom. 'Now, what else was it you had in mind?'

He shook his head a little, pulling himself out of his shock. Suddenly, he swept her, squealing in surprise, into his arms, and carried her towards his bedroom.

'Let me show you,' he said, kicking the door shut behind them.