A/N: Just a short drabble, really. Set after the ep when Jules gives Andy a ride on his motorcycle, something that apparently turns Grayson on.:)

"Hey," Grayson greeted her as he walked into her kitchen.

"Hey," she responded, smiling at him.

"I didn't know you could ride a motorcycle," he spoke, grinning cockily at her as he cut right to the case.

"Oh, yeah, for years," she replied, raising her shoulders as if it was no big deal.

"I've been told you were a dangerous woman because you went very fast," he continued, walking closer until he was leaning next to her against the kitchen counter as she cleaned.

"Really?" she asked surprised, and stopped cleaning to lean next to him against the counter. "I tried to control myself, you know, but after all those years it felt so good to ride one again and we were in a hurry…" she tried to explain, looking innocently at him.

He turned his whole body towards her instead of only his head and she looked at him as he came closer until they were only inches apart, a questioning expression on her face.

"Women on motorcycles…" he started, his voice barely above a whisper as he stared into her ice blue eyes and put his hand on the counter so she was trapped between the counter and him, "are hot, especially if their name is Jules and they are as sexy as you are."

Jules just looked at him for a moment, not knowing what to say, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Did you just admit you think I'm hot and sexy?" she asked him surprised.

"Yes." He nodded, stepping even closer. "Even with garbage all over you," he told her, chuckling at the memory.

She looked away ashamedly, trying to hide her smile. "You know that wasn't the plan…" she spoke.

He smiled at her and put his hand under her chin, making her look at him again. "But you were beautiful anyway, and funny." He smiled sweetly at her.

She stared into his deep brown eyes for a moment, her blue ones searching. She then suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer until their lips met. His hands went from the counter to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. With every second the kiss grew more passionate and she got pushed up against the kitchen counter further. She wrapped her legs around him and they could both feel they were getting aroused more and more. To make sure someone like Ellie or Travis wouldn't walk in on them he lifted her up and carried her towards the stairs while kissing down her jaw, his lips caressing her soft skin. She moaned at his touch and as they went upstairs they got more impatient by the second.

By the time he laid her down on the bed half of their clothes had already been discarded. Their lips met again and the remaining clothes flew through the room.

After their love-making they lay in each other's arms, smiles on their faces.

"Will you ride on a motorcycle for me once?" He asked her hopeful.

She smiled as she looked up at him. "Only for you."

A/N: I hope you liked it, please review(as always).:P