Here it is, hope you enjoy! Please Review. I have a few chapters and the writing is good, but I'd love to hear your thoughts and ideas.

Warnings: I was going to cut this chapter off early, but it was just too short. So there is some major...well kinda major, depends on your point of view... Anyway major citrus headed your way, 1st chapter no less you lucky dogs lol...

I do not own This Means War ;_;

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It had been almost a month since Chloe and Tuck had gotten together. It was a blissfully calm month, filled with paperwork and stolen kisses. The brit had a tendency to be careful almost too careful, but every now and then he would yank her into an empty office and kiss her senseless. "Tuck…" she breathed, her chest heaving, her cheeks pink. His fingers trailed the blush and her swollen lips before claiming them again. Then he was gone and she was left, charged and frustrated, but wholly in love with the man. The knowledge was somewhat startling as she willed her heart to slow and the stars to leave her eyes. He'd looked at her with the love of a nation and despite herself she was scared.

"Hey Chlo where were you? Collins wants this report typed up", FDR inquired as she walked into the office.

"Ok", Chloe replied, taking the folder from his outstretched hand. "I was talking to tech, Adriana had her baby and Martin is showing anyone who will stop, the pictures", she explained as she began moving towards her desk and FDR nodded with a smile. She left out the part about her boyfriend and their fevered yet PG escapades as she stopped halfway from him and turned. "Hey FDR can…can we talk"

"Uh, sure beautiful, lunch in an hour?"

"Great…" Chloe replied with a sigh, they set up a place and she knew it to have private booths so they could chat uninhibited.

"I have something to tell you too!" FDR burbled excitedly.

Luckily Tuck was busy on some errand or set up for Collins and so they were free to escape the office unnoticed. As they sat in the large booth with a curtain pulled for privacy and finished plates pushed to the side Chloe spoke, "FDR I love him!" She scowled as he laughed.

"I know beautiful…"

"No you don't get it" Chloe barked, cutting him off. "I LOVE him and…and…"

"Ohhh…you're scared…" FDR finished for her, understanding dawning as his hand covered hers, stopping her from worrying the paper napkin in her hand.

"Terrified…" Chloe whispered, sitting back in the booth and putting her head in her hands. "The last time I loved someone they turned out to be a psychopathic ass hole!" She grumbled and eyed him warily as he laughed again.

"Chlo I highly doubt they let psychopathic ass holes into the CIA, ass holes maybe, but I think we both know; Tuck isn't one of those!" FDR replied and she shook her head with her own somewhat rattled laugh. "Talk to him beautiful, he'll understand", he entreated and she nodded as she reached for her glass. They made small talk until FDR just couldn't hold it in anymore. "I'm going to ask Lauren to marry me!" he blurted happily and her face split into a grin.

"Oh handsome that's wonderful!" Chloe replied excitedly with a clap of her hands. She asked when and how, giving her input purely as a fellow woman. Though if she were honest, her answers were kind of voiced as a hope he'd tell Tuck the purposely leaked information. They finished the lunch with a little time to spare and when they returned with coffee and or tea, Tuck was sitting at his desk. She set the steaming cup in front of him and her heated fingers trailed his jaw as she moved past his desk and to her own.

Tuck's eyes watched her go and FDR smirked at the extra sway in her hips as she went. She had plugged headphones into her computer as she glanced over the report she needed to finish typing up. Bedroom Hymns by Florence + the Machine sounded and her heart sped up as the wayward thought of what she'd like to do to her brit in his bed or any bed for that matter, flitted through her mind. Complete with startling color quality and sound to boot. She closed her eyes with a gulp and willed her pounding heart to slow and the flush to stop creeping up her skin.

Talking to said brit about it was something she resolved to do. They'd taken it slow for long enough, and it was high time this relationship pushed the speed limit or she'd never get any work done. As the day came to a close and she'd managed to finish the report, she walked by Tuck's desk and asked if he had any plans. When he said no, she informed him that she'd be cooking him dinner then and she'd be by at 7. FDR gave Tuck a knowing smile even as she waved to her brother type and he responded in kind.

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That night she made pasta with wine to drink and a light salad for a starter. She curled to the brit's side and nuzzled as they watched TV and had more wine. A pleasant buzz crawled its fuzzy way through her system and she giggled as his fingers grazed her stomach. More episodes followed and more wine had her almost drunk. She shook her head; she needed to keep her wits if she was going to go through with her plan. When Tuck disentangled himself from her hold to bring the wine glasses to the kitchen, she turned, kneeling against the back of the couch. "Tuck do you think I'm sexy?" Chloe inquired lightly and he looked up from the bar with an eyebrow raise.

"Do I…What? Sexy…luv are you drunk?" Tuck chuckled nervously and gulped when she glared.

"No…" pause for contemplation. "Ok drunk-ish…answer the question", Chloe grumbled expectantly. Neither had moved and it almost felt like a standoff.

"Chlo I…" Tuck started to reply and she growled angrily. Liquid courage! You gotta love it. She stripped off her pants before walking up to him and shoving them into his hands. The action left her in a blue with pink pinstripes blouse that fell to her thighs and little else. He looked blankly from the garment in hand to her retreating back as she stopped at the bottom of his bedroom stairs.

"I'm going to bed, Naked!" Chloe yelled and he audibly swallowed. "You can join me or sleep down here, I don't care", she huffed and stomped upstairs, undoing her shirt as she went. He had to admire her anger, he'd give her a minute or two before he marched up there and let her know just how sexy he'd thought she was. This was since, well since her first gig when he'd started to think of her THAT way.

She lay face up, almost rigid on the still made bed with her head in her hands. Oh crap what had she just done? Double crap! What if he did sleep downstairs…? When he spoke, his voice was shocked, breathy, and laced with desire. "You…You're not naked luv…" Tuck stated, almost angry albeit playfully so and disappointed?

Her hands left her face and her breath hitched at the sound. "Did you want me to be?" Chloe inquired trailing a finger or two along her thigh and inching up the halfway buttoned blouse.

"Yes." Tuck whispered, it was more of a strangled moan than a whisper and completely honest. She was suddenly regretting her fear of him staying away when he inched forward as she beckoned him closer. He reached her in seconds, pressing her back into the mattress as he crawled onto the bed and over her. "You are sexy luv, so sexy", he informed as he nuzzled her neck. Her head fell back, her fingers grazing his scalp through his short hair. Gun callused, but gentle hands smoothed up her legs as his mouth reached hers. "How could I not have wanted you? …I've burned for you", Tuck moaned as the kiss broke and his lips pressed a line to under her ear.

Her throat went dry and her body arched as his hands continued to smooth across her skin, up her thighs to her torso, under her shirt. "Fuuuuck", Chloe moaned, her voice low and breathless. His words were poetry and his voice, oh jeeze… that accent, magic. She kind of meant his name, but rational thought was lost as a wave of desire washed through her.

He nipped at her earlobe with a soft chuckle as her hands felt over his back to grapple with his shirt. "Was that my name luv? Or a swear you naughty girl?" Tuck purred and she grinned.

"Which answer gets you to take your shirt off?" Chloe panted in reply. Two seconds later his shirt hit the floor and hers followed soon after. When he began to remove her bra she was unresistant, her back arching again as his tongue laved a line down from under her ear to sweep over the newly exposed flesh. His name was a moan and though she enjoyed his attentions immensely, she longed for the chance to reciprocate. She gently, but firmly gripped his arm, wrapped her knees around his hips and her other hand around his neck. "My turn!" Chloe laughed and he smiled, letting her shift him easily.

His hands took hold of her hips as she straddled his waist. He was down to boxers and she wore only pale blue lace panties. Yet perched over him with his fingers running along her skin and passion laced love in his eyes, she felt more clothed and protected than if she were in a full suit of armor. She leaned down, her fingertips tracing his cheeks. Her lips pressed to his and then they were moving. Hot, open mouthed, tongue licking kisses trailed across his jaw, his throat, and down. He gasped and groaned, somehow finding the will to force himself to refrain from ripping her panties in two, flipping her under him and pounding her into the mattress. "Ohhh Nhhh, Chloo, mmhmm…" Tuck moaned a low and heavy sound as her tongue continued to map his skin and therefor his tattoos.

She smirked against him, feeling suddenly commanding and powerful. She grabbed his hand from her waist and sitting up to watch his eyes, she began to guide it. When his hand began to slide along her thighs of its own accord she saw something change in his eyes. Oh there was still love there, but they were darker, purposeful and dripping with desire. He flipped her without warning and she smiled b/c she knew he could have done it at any time. His fingers hooked in the strap of her panties and she lifted her hips in consent of their removal.

"Is this what you want luv?" Tuck purred as his knee nudged her legs apart and his fingers traced her inner thighs. She nodded almost shyly and he leaned in, nestling his lips against her ear. "Want to hear you say it darling", he informed with a husky growl and a nip of her earlobe.

Her skin flushed and though she wasn't knew to intimacy she didn't know what to say to him. This was the farthest they'd gone and she wasn't sure what he'd like most, but she wasn't about to ask, not now. So she stuck to what she knew any man would want to hear. "Ohhhh Tuck please", Chloe whimpered, "nnhhnn touch me", she added with a lick of her lips, her eyes half closed. He groaned, his eyes closing a little as his fingers trailed in. He teased for a little bit, his fingertips just ghosting over her heated skin. She whispered her plea again and when he slid the first digit into her she nearly convulsed.

"Ohhh luv, that for me then?" Tuck moaned, feeling how wet she was as a second digit joined the first. She swore again, long and low and the brit found it incredibly sexy. "Such a naughty girl", He chuckled, beginning to move his fingers in a steady rhythm. He leaned over her and she moaned as his mouth mimicked her own heated kisses along her skin.

Another moan sounded as his fingers and his lips drove her higher. Her fingers threaded and clenched in his hair, her hips grinding against his hand. No thought, worried, embarrassed or otherwise went through her mind. She was lost to feeling as Tuck sucked at her pulse point and whispered I love you as his thumb brushed over her hidden jewel. His fingers worked faster and she barely managed to breathe out, "Oh Tuck I love you…I love you"; before the world exploded into a million stars behind her closed eyelids.

He shed his boxers as she came down from her high and she pulled him in for a dizzying kiss as he returned to the bed. His knee worked her thighs apart so he could settle between them and her legs wound around his hips. He leaned over her with his hands on her waist as he sheathed himself to the hilt in her wet heat. Their moans mingled at the sense of completion. He started to move, the pace slow at first. "Chlo mmm you feel amazing", Tuck groaned as she clung to him.

"Fuuuuck…feels so good, Yes uhhnn harder Tuck please…" Chloe whined as her hips worked with his and she pulled up to attach her lips to his throat.

He increased pace with a shuddering growl as she not only swore again, but praised him and begged him for more in the same breath. Her nails scraped albeit lightly at his skin and he knew she was close again. "Let go luv, I want to feel you my naughty girl", Tuck purred as he held her hips, pulled away and pretty much slammed back in.

A strangled cry of his name was her answer as she felt her world detonate. He wasn't far behind as his fingers clenched around her waist hard enough to bruise and he gasped her name in turn. They rode out the waves of pleasure and collapsed to the bed together in a sated pile of limbs. They stayed cuddled together for a few moments before she took him by the hand and led him to the shower. She should have known when soap slicked hands began to travel her skin that it would end with her back against the tile, legs around his waist as he took her again.

They lay together, clean, dry, and utterly content as Chloe snuggled to his chest and his hand brushed through her hair. "I guess I needed to be half naked, waiting in your bed from the start…" Chloe mused thoughtfully and he chuckled. She murmured something intangible and burrowed further into the blankets and his arms.

"Can't say as I could have resisted, but I also think it was good to not just fall into bed on the first night…" Tuck replied, equally thoughtful. He looked down at her and kissed her forehead, once, twice as she scooted higher so she could nuzzle at his neck. She wore one of his wife beaters and plain cotton panties, while he was simply in boxers. She kissed his bare shoulder as she seemed contemplative.

"I think it was good too, but I worry… I mean I feel like I make all the important moves… I hate thinking I'm pushing for something you don't want yet", Chloe replied slowly, her eyes downcast.

"Luv if I didn't want you, I'd have slept downstairs!" Tuck answered with a laugh and she scowled at him.

"You said you've wanted me, not want, but wanted… Why didn't you act?" Chloe said wriggling out of his hold. She knew it wasn't the best time, after what had just happened, but she was getting frustrated.

His hands came to rest on her shoulders as he knelt behind her. "I didn't know… I… you've been hurt luv and I know when you're nervous, I was giving you control…" Tuck intoned slowly, quietly and she huffed.

"Ugh men!" Chloe groused and turned to him, sighing when she noticed his almost pained expression. "I adore you Tuck and giving me control is sweet, but a woman wants the passion, she wants to be desired and done the right way she wants to be controlled…" Thoughtful and playfully serious expression, "every once and a while" she added with a chuckle as her fingers trailed his cheek and lips, smiling softly as he kissed them. "Trust me enough that if I'm not ready or not in the mood I'll say so and I trust you so much that I know you'll respect that answer", Chloe finished as he pushed forward and kissed her.

As they kissed his hips ground into hers and he forced her arms above her head. When she whimpered excitedly he leaned in close. "I'm going to make you swear till you can no longer speak! My naughty girl…" Tuck growled and she keened, her body arching, flexing against his hold. The action pushed her hips against his and she didn't disappoint when she felt his awakened desire. He wasn't lying as they collapsed, exhausted and completely spent to the mattress below them. When it first happened, she had felt sorry for the swearing, but apparently the words just served as a powerful turn on. So she'd swore over and over, different words in different ways. They were learning each other's likes and nothing got her like the predatory and possessive growl quiet, but powerful right below her ear. They'd even made love, soft and slow, she liked it and the connection she felt b/w them was powerful. Then when he got a little rough later on, she felt her blood sing with fire and she left scratch marks on his skin.

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