They met in a club his first night home. The pounding music made conversation impossible but communication...now that wasn't. The smile on her face and her body language did all the talking necessary.

The band launched into another set as she launched herself at him and they stumbled into a back room. Whitney was only dimly aware of the music's throbbing beat as the raven-haired, leather-clad woman kissed him.

They finished and slid to the floor in a heap. Lazily brushing a hand through her tangled hair, he asked, "You ok?"

She smiled wickedly, moving on him again. "Five-by-five."

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