Author's Note: Like I said last time, we are now entering Wheeler'Logan territory - enjoy! Oh and I pray to God, Buddha...whoever that I haven't screwed this up. Also hasn't been beta'd.


"See you at work kid,"

She began to walk away, but she froze as she reached her door. She turned back, "I still have your coat,"

"I'll get it Monday," he shrugged. She watched him about to get back into his car, when suddenly she called out, "Trick or Treat?"

He raised an eyebrow and answered slowly, "Treat,"

In a few light steps she was by his side. What happened next didn't make much sense to her, or probably him. Suddenly she was kissing him tenderly. For a moment he was frozen, but the next his hand was cupping her cheek, his other arm pushing her against his body.

He pulled back, "We should go upstairs,"

She nodded and led him upstairs, her heart racing. Her body felt like it was on fire. It was like there were small shockwaves rocketing through her body. He was a very good kisser, fuck, he was amazing.

She unlocked her door, and headed inside. He gently pulled off his coat, kissing her nape. Her body seemed to erupt in small tingles. She turned, and grabbed his hand, her other reaching for his belt buckle.

He shook his head, "Uh huh, we got to do this right kid,"

"Well the bed –"

"I meant condoms," he said.


She frowned. Did she even have any? She'd destroyed all male items after her last break-up (as well as Yolanda and Macey's murders, she was also plotting her ex's murder – break up on a text? What a bastard...). And then she wanted to smack herself, she was on the pill - no problem!

"Megan?" he said, breaking her train of thought.

"I'm on the pill," she said in relief.

He looked at her, and nodded, "Okay,"

She smiled, and once again her hands slipped down to his belt buckle. He chuckled lightly, pulling her towards him. She felt incredibly safe with him. So safe...

Then his mouth smothered hers, as he kissed her, his hands slowly pulling off her dress. They soon found themselves in her room, a trail of clothes in their wake. They slid between her eighteen count thread sheets, his hands cupping her breasts, as he kissed her collarbone.

Her body temperature was rising, her body tingling. She never truly liked to relinquish her control in the bedroom, but now she just let Mike have his way. He was good, so fucking good. He teased her, pleasured her, and he hadn't even entered her yet.

"Stop..." she said breathlessly, as his hand stroked her. He looked up, and narrowed his eyes, concern written all over his face.

"You okay kid?"

Why had she spoken? She closed her eyes, and nodded.

"Then what?" he asked. She felt him lie beside her, his muscular arms pulling her against his warm body. His breath was hot against her neck. She could feel him hard against her leg, and hell she just wanted...

"Wheeler?" he whispered, "Seriously what's going on?"

" were just..." she swallowed, "teasing me...?"

"Teasing?" he repeated, sitting up to look at her.

"Yeah..." she said blushing.

He smirked, "The youth of today – so impatient,"

"I'm not that young," she insisted. He raised an eyebrow, and positioned himself over her. She could see the raw desire in his eyes, see his want. She smiled, and the next second she could swear she was in heaven, as he met her.

It was beyond description, beyond her wildest imagination. And it kept on coming, and coming, and coming. Her nails dug into his back, her breath labouring. She didn't want him to stop, but eventually he did. He laid beside her, eyes closed, arms around her. She snuggled against him, feeling exhaustion finally claiming her.

"Where do we go after this?" she asked more to herself then to him. Now, she saw what had happened, what she had allowed. What would Ross think if he found out? Oh shit...what had she done?

"Up to you Megan," he replied, "Whatever you want,"


"Just no kids," he said, "or marriages,"

"Why not?"

He shrugged, "'Cause,"

She pulled from his grasp, eyebrows raised. He cracked open his eyes, and looked at her confused. She asked curiously, "Why not?"

"Some people shouldn't have kids or get married," he said simply, "And I'm one of those people,"

"Well okay then," shrugged Megan.

"Do you want that?" he asked.

"Never really thought of it," she said truthfully, "It's always seemed so...far away, big..."

"I won't be offended if you do want it," he said, as he gently tugging her to lie down again. She didn't move though. Kids...marriage...why did he have to say those words? She shook her head, she was being way to premature about these thoughts – they had just had sex for the first time after all.

She gave into him and curled up against him, breathing in his smooth musty smell.

"Do you want it Megan?" he asked, "Do you?"

"I want you," she muttered.

He pushed aside her bangs, and kissed her on the forehead, "Really?"


"Okay then," he said, "Night kid,"

"No more?" said Megan, disappointment heavy in her voice.

"In the morning," he laughed. She grinned, and closed her eyes. She felt so safe, and she never wanted this to end, and as a new sun rose into the sky, Megan Wheeler was eternally grateful that she had dressed up like a pixie.

And so was Mike Logan.