"How can they be late AGAIN?!"

"You think I know? She's YOUR best friend."

"And HE'S yours!"

Receiving a glare from his girlfriend, Kevin backed down in his chair and was quiet. It was silent until the phone rang and she lunged for it, then gave a calm hello.

"Nicky, where ARE you?" Stephanie demanded, practically yelling into the phone.

"Right now, I'm stuck in traffic on I-95 and it doesn't look like we're moving anytime soon."

Stephanie groaned and got up off the couch, crossing the room and sitting in Kevin's lap. He took it as a sign she wasn't angry with him anymore and held her against his chest, gently kissing the back of her neck.

"But you were supposed to be here two HOURS ago."

"Blame Becky, she was the one that - HEY!"

"Stef, I swear, it was all his fault. I was ready to walk out the door and he says 'wait, I want to show you something' and drags me into the bedroom and-"

"Stop, I don't want to hear it!" Stephanie exclaimed, startling Kevin while he was trying to untuck her shirt. He went back to what he was doing and Stephanie closed her eyes, trying not to think about his warm hands on her bare back.

"Promise, Stef, we'll be there as soon as we can," Becky said.

"I think we might take advantage of the traffic however," Nick's muffled voice barely reached Stephanie's ear before she heard Becky shriek.

"That's what made us late in the first place!"

Stephanie couldn't help but laugh, then suppressed a moan, and quickly ended the conversation with Becky and hanging up, tossing the cordless receiver on the couch as Kevin pulled his hands out from under her shirt.

"You know, that wasn't the nicest thing to do while I was on the phone," Stephanie reprimanded lightly.

"But you enjoyed it," Kevin's voice vibrated throughout her body, originating from where his mouth was against her neck, his tongue tracing circles along the little red marks his teeth had left behind. Stephanie closed her eyes as his hands carressed her stomach again, gently repositioning her body on his, turning her to face him.

"I was still on the phone talking to someone." Stephanie's voice was no longer forceful, rather she was finding it hard to even get the words out.

"From what I could hear, Nick was having a similar idea with Becky," Kevin's voice dropped another octave as he peeled her shirt off her shoulders, having finally mastered unbuttoning the little buttons. Kissing from her collarbone to her shoulder, he watched her expression as he gently pushed her bra strap off her shoulder.

"That's not the point - oh God," Stephanie barely whispered, her hands tangled in Kevin's hair as his lips kissed away the fabric against her skin, his hands reaching behind her and unfastening the article, it soon meeting her shirt on the floor.

"The point is," Kevin paused, carefully tracing his tongue around her nipple before gently sucking on it, then switching to her other breast. "The point is," he repeated, doing the same on that nipple, his hands massaging her stomach, occasionally, and teasingly, dipping to the waist band of her jeans. "Is that I can't get enough of you," he finally finished, his hands running along her thighs as his mouth met her navel.

"That's not the point-not fair," Stephanie interrupted herself, pushing against his chest. Kevin raised an eyebrow at her and she slyly grinned.

"You're over dressed for the occasion, Mr. Richardson, I do believe that's a problem," she mumbled into his ear as she leaned forward and pulled his shirt up over his head. His lips captured hers as the fabric was forgotten on the living room floor.

*

Becky hung up the cell phone, placing it on the dashboard, and it was all she could do to keep from getting angry with Nick, trying to not hit him as his lips found her neck.

"Honestly, Nick, I was on the phone!" She exclaimed, but held the back of his head so he couldn't move, tilting her head to the side.

"You don't seem to have minded in the least," he teased, his tongue dipping into the hollow of her neck before placing a light kiss there, then tracing up to her ear.

"Of course I don't MIND, well I do, but - oh dammit, will you listen to me!" Becky exclaimed, finally managing to push him away from her neck.

"But Bec," he whined quietly, giving her the all too famous puppy dog look.

"GOD Carter, don't do that," she warned him, backing against the passenger door. She waved outside. "Look at this, Nick, we're stuck in a traffic jam and YOU want SEX?! That's what made us GET in the traffic jam, we wouldn't have been STUCK here if you hadn't wanted sex before we left!"

"Becky baby, I can't help it if you're so irresistable," he said softly, leaning forward and running his hands along her smooth legs, finally meeting the hem of her shorts and pushing his fingers between the jean and her skin. "I love you," he sang in her ear, his lips once again meeting her neck.

"I love you too, Nicky, but we're in TRAFFIC, in the middle of a ROAD, we can't act like teenagers and have sex in a car, let alone while stuck in THIS mess," Becky reminded him, not finding the fight in her to push him away. Her eyes closed and she let out a silent gasp as his fingers found the hem of her underwear and traced the line up as far as he could.

"No one can see us, you know," he said, his voice low.

A strangled moan emitted from her throat as his other hand came from nowhere and pressed against her womanhood through her shorts.

"Tinted windows are good."

The combination of his sexy voice and his hands against her was too much and she finally kissed him, running her hands through his hair. She couldn't help but feel slightly foolish until the cell phone in front of her started ringing. It bounced off the dashboard and against her leg, ringing persistently. She caught a glimpse of the display before its fall and knew who was calling.

"Dawn's back, damn, it took her forever," she said, breaking away from Nick and reaching for the phone. He grabbed her wrist and carefully sucked on her forefinger, pressing a kiss to her palm before looking at her.

"Don't answer it," he whispered.

Becky gave him a look. "Are you CRAZY?! Dawn comes back from two weeks in Chicago and you expect me to NOT answer her call?!" She wrenched her hand away from him and picked up the cell phone, pressing send and putting the phone to her ear.

"Hi Dawn! Yeah, we're stuck in traffic," Becky explained to her friend as Nick let out an exasperated sigh and sat back in his seat, staring at the traffic around them and fidgeting, his knee bouncing up and down.

"How was Chicago? Really? What were THEY doing in Chicago? Oh." Becky turned to Nick. "Dawn saw Kel and AJ in Chicago, they were just passing through, though."

"Going where?" Nick asked.

"Where were they headed?" Becky asked Dawn. She chuckled. "Figures. The shopping twosome to the Mall of America," she snorted. Nick laughed and put his truck in gear, moving forward as the traffic seemed to loosen a little.

"So you're going to be able to make it to Stef and Kevin's tonight for the party, right?" Becky paused. "What do you MEAN, what party? Suzanne's surprise party, that's what party!"

Nick started grumbling under his breath about the traffic and but the truck back in park, leaning back in his seat and reaching over the center console, running his fingers along the inside of Becky's thighs lightly, tracing circles.

"Yeah, THAT party, Dawn, the one we've been planning for HOW long now? Right. Nick, well...he took the idea well," Becky said slowly, her hand covering his and glancing over at him. He smiled innocently and raised his eyebrows in a 'what?' gesture.

"Is he gonna do it? He has no choice," Becky reminded her friend of the terms of the present they'd arranged for Suzanne.

"Not that I don't want to, of course," Nick said quietly. His hand managed out from under hers and moved closer to her center, his innocent smile becoming a grin slowly as he watched her expression change from calm to slightly aroused.

"Uh, Dawn, I have to go. Yeah, the party's at eight and she should be getting there around nine. Right. See you then. Yup, bye." Becky hung up the phone in a hurry before letting out a strangled scream, her hips lifting off her seat, both giving her the advantage and disadvantage as Nick's had slid lower into her shorts.

"What?" He asked, a slight chuckle escaping his throat as his fingers played with her folds and inched inside her.

"Not while I'm on the phone, Nick! Aw, shit," she let out a moan as two of his fingers slid inside her.

"But its fun to watch you squirm," Nick replied calmly, adjusting his position in his seat as Becky thrust against his fingers.

Becky couldn't manage a word, simply fought with her shorts and underwear and finally pushed them to her ankles before feeling a third finger inside of her and that feeling start towards her toes. "God, Nick," she breathed out. Her hips thrust in time with his fingers and she reached over, unbuckling his belt and unfastening his jeans, diving her own hand into his boxers.

"Fuck, Bec," he swore, his fingers momentarily stopping inside of her as her hand slid over him. He pulled his fingers out of her and pulled her across the console, making her straddle him as she coaxed him to full salute against his boxers.

"Its gonna be fast, baby," he promised, pushing his boxers out of the way.

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