“Hey Casey, can I talk to you for a second?” Shay called briskly, ignoring the curious look her partner was shooting her.

“Shay, what are you doing?” Dawson hissed under her breath as they both watched the Lieutenant stride towards them.

“Don’t worry, it’s not about you.” Shay murmured. “Just…finish stocking the ambo and I’ll be back in a second. Trust me.” She winked over her shoulder, smirking at the narrow-eyed glare her friend was now aiming at her back, and went to meet Casey half way. “Walk with me, talk with me,” she said, gesturing for him to lead the way into main building of the firehouse. She was amused by the bemused look he shot her, but he complied, leading the way down the hall towards the locker room and sleeping area.

“What’s this all about, Shay?” He finally asked, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.

“This is an intervention.”

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Shay watched with interest as Casey looked up from his place at the table, a greeting on his lips for Dawson—and for her too, she supposed, by default—only to have the words and his easy smile darken to a puzzled frown as Dawson continued past him without a word, straight to where Peter Mills was busy prepping food for the next meal. The blonde watched as her friend hesitated, catching Casey’s eye and motioning subtly and earning a confused look in return, which cleared up when Dawson slid into the seat next to him.

Hastily grabbing a magazine to hide her smugly triumphant grin, Shay listened to her friend’s rambling invitation. Her grin widened at Casey’s matter-of-fact reply. It was a struggle to go back to a completely straight face as she joined a dazed Dawson in walking back out to the ambulance. Luckily, the alert call sounded, forcing them to focus back on the work at hand and not giving them a chance to talk. Shay had another conversation to get out of the way before she could relax enough to gush over Dawson’s impending date with Casey. She was looking forward to it.

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Introduction: Justin

My grandfather once told me that if I was lucky, I would be loved by three very special women. One would love me because she had to. The second would love me because she wanted to. And the third, she would love me because she needed to. And, if I made the right decisions and listened, I would learn things about the world, about myself, and about life that few experience.

He was right. I didn’t truly understand what he meant at the time, more concerned at that point with the notion that I was destined to only have three girlfriends in my entire life, but I do now. Without those three special women I would not be the man I am today, mentally, emotionally, or spiritually. What my grandfather neglected to mention was the fact that loving and being loved is both the easiest and the hardest thing in the world. Although if he had told me that then I don’t know that it would have made an impact. After all, some things can only be learned by experience.

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I nervously smoothed my skirt, secretly drying my sweaty palms as I perched on the stiff chair of Uncle Lou’s office. His secretary, a beautiful, long legged blonde more physically suited for the secretarial position in a porn movie than working for a fat, balding, middle aged man, finally found the intercom button. Snapping her gum loudly, she proclaimed, “Mr. Pearlman? Your 10:00 appointment is here.” She snapped her gum again and glanced up at me before returning her attention to her magazine. “Mr. Pearlman will see you now.”

Mustering a smile, I nodded and reluctantly entered the ornate double doors, stopping just inside.

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He moves smoothly across the stage, all feline grace and masculine confidence. A thrust here, a calculated twist of the hips there, and he’s off again, setting off a burst of renewed frenzy in his wake. A quick smirk of acknowledgement over his shoulder is his only response as he goes to tease out on the catwalk for a moment before returning center stage to segue into the homestretch of the song.

A sardonic smile twists my lips as I watch. He’s completely lost in the performance high now, pushing hard for the climax as he settles into the pace of the dance. The drums and guitar thrum like a drumbeat as he moves with them, setting a driving rhythm. Together they crest, the music dying away first, leaving him to voice his glory in one final triumph note.

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“Josh.”

She had come, just like he knew she would. He waited, knowing somehow that this was all a dream but still wanting to take what he could.

Serena Mitchell was trouble and unattainable, but in his dreams she was everything.

She was standing by his bed, cloaked in moonlight and a white satin nightgown that shimmered as she shifted, adding to the overall dreamy affect. She stayed still while he simply looked his fill, although the slight shiver that ran through her body and the delicate poking of her nipples beneath the lush material revealed her tension. He was pleased by that, the small sign that she was human after all, that she wanted him just as much.

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She stretched sinuously beneath him, almost purring with delight as he settled into her. Keeping most of his weight on his arms, he leaned down to kiss her, a long, lazy exchange of tongue and breath—a prelude and preparation for what was to come.

Drawing back so that he could watch her face, he began rocking his hips, savoring the faint mewling cries of pleasure that he drove from her lips. As she began to move with him, he increased the pace, dropping his head into the crook of her neck and shoulder and nipping lightly before shifting his weight to change the angle. Her loud cry of ecstasy was echoed by his muffled groan before both collapsed into the bed, respite with the aftermath of pleasure. After a moment, he lifted his head, and she smiled up at him, sloe-eyed and content. He leaned in to kiss her again, and tasted the laughter and secrets behind that smile.

“…And CUT! That was hot, people! Check the gates and break for lunch!”

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High school bad girl and good boy.

After her senior prom, they get together; maybe secretly marry. After the baby is born, she’s gone. Mother threatens to charge her with rape for underage relations. She goes and joins the military, but gives out that its to serve her country after 9/11 and to pay for college.

Father and daughter are told that she died in action by mother.

Girl writes letter to military as part of class project, explaining that her mother died and she wants a penpal.

The penpal is actually her mother, but she has no memory of her former family. She comes home after getting a call that her parent is not doing well, and is forced to remain to settle affairs.

Father recognizes her instantly, but she doesn’t know him. He wants to tell her, but she has to remember on her own. So he sets out to seduce her all over again, but this time as an adult.

She doesn’t trust him; doesn’t trust herself. She learned hard control in the military and doesn’t like to relinquish it.

Eventually, she hears the truth–at 10 year reunion?

Confrontations happen. Death of family member distracts and allows her to withdraw.

She has choice to go back or to discharge.

She stays.

Do they tell daughter??

One week of sin is exactly what Amira Adams and Jacob Crawford need. One week to get away from the world at the exclusive, private, adults only resort posing as a couples retreat.

People are paired off, and instead of a contract, they sign a ‘marriage’ license together, as well as individual private agreements. The public agreement they can use any name they want, but privately they must use their real name.

Amira and Jacob, as a joke, sign their real name both publicly and privately, figuring there have been a lot of people pretending to be them for one weekend.

They even get pretend rings as mementos–and signifiers. The finger it is worn on, and the color of the jewel, all signify things.

They have incredible sex, and one of them slips out.

They meet again six months later on set of a movie.

In Hollywood, Amira is the hedonist party girl, and Jacob is the strait-laced leading man who was recently dumped by his socialite girlfriend for another woman.

When word leaks of their getaway, and the contract is revealed, the resort and their PR suggest that they pretend that its a legit secret marriage and they were on their honeymoon, or else they will be sued for breach of contract.

Amira agrees because she needs Jacob’s help in proving that she is a fit parent to her child, which is actually also his.

They went to high school together, and she was his first everything. She was a senior, she was a junior/sophomore. They hooked up and the condom broke.

She disappeared after graduation; he eventually followed into acting.

Judge calls for DNA test when she blurts out that kid isn’t her ex-boyfriend’s son. Ex leaves; didn’t really want the kid anyway, but does want money. He’ll be back.

She still has to deal with Jacob.

She is granted custody, only to have Jacob file for joint custody after confirming the truth.

His mother threatened her with a rape charge if she didn’t leave after high school.

They eventually get back together and end up at the resort to get married for real.

“It’s the bracelet!”

Arthur, to his credit, didn’t bat an eye as Merlin came bursting through the doors to his chambers without knocking.

“No, it’s the stocks, if you don’t start remembering how to knock, Merlin.”

As usual, the old threat didn’t faze the other man.  “This is important, Arthur. Morgause gave Morgana a healing bracelet—“

“Merlin—“

“—that was, at one point, her mother’s.” Merlin finished pointedly. “I don’t know if that means Morgana’s mother Nimueh, or Morgause’s mother Vivian, but…”

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