Buck, Actually.

chapter eighteen , Aftermath

a/n : smut, smut, smuuuutttt
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As soon as Emery and Buck got dressed, they went their separate ways. Emery quickly called an Uber and left the bar without a word. She wasn't embarrassed by what happened, but she wasn't necessarily fond of the idea about having sex with Evan Buckley. And she knew that Buck was going through that "Buck 2.0" thing and she didn't want him to end up asking her out or something. Hell no.

Emery thought that after leaving the bar, her stress would be done. Of course, she was wrong. Because she had a whole interrogation segment performed by her sister once she got back home.

"Where were you?"

"Did you Uber? You better have Ubered."

Emery wasn't this annoying when she was being protective over Amaya, was she?

She was.

Emery told Amaya that she had hung out with someone (she didn't tell her that she slept with Buck). Amaya knew what that meant and didn't ask anymore questions. She just told Emery to text if she's going to be out all night, just like how Emery tells Amaya to text if she's going to be out.

Emery went back two days after what happened at the bar and it wasn't weird. Not to Emery at least.

She walked into the firehouse with her bag. Emery made her way into the locker room and didn't spare Buck a glance as he was getting dressed. Buck turns to the girl and his face drops. "Oh, h-hey, Em."

Emery softly hums, "Probie."

"How are you?"

"Not hungover anymore. But I am still nursing a headache." Emery snorts. "I don't remember anything that happen that night."

Buck's heart drops, "Wait, what?" He turns to her.

Emery arches a brow and unbuttons her shirt. She then turns to Buck with a cunning smirk. He raises his brows out of realization. "You...we're kidding."

"That I was, Probie." Emery looks back into her locker and Buck does the same. "We don't have to talk about it right now. We're at work."

Buck purses his lips and nods his head. "Yeah, we can talk about it later."

Emery presses her lips together, "Cool and just saying..." she buttons her work shirt up. "...you better not ask me on a date or any shit like that, Buck 2.0." She tilts her head back and laughs. "Buck 2.0, man...I ended that real quick, huh?"

Buck's face gets hot from the hint of mischief begin Emery's laugh. It was the same laugh that would dive him crazy. And yet right now, he just wanted to push her against the lockers and put his mouth on every inch of her body. God, he wanted to hear her scream so bad. That's all he thought about since they hooked up.

"Yeah, well...shut up." Buck closes his locker and walks out of the locker room which causes Emery to laugh even harder. Emery then groans from the pain in her head, "No more Mai Tai's for you, missy." She groans.

During one of their first calls of the shift, they were called to a gas station. The ride to the gas station was going well until Chimney spoke.

"So, Em, why'd you leave so early?"

Emery blinks and looks over at Chimney. "Huh?"

"At the karaoke bar, you left early without a word." Chimney says.

Buck tenses and he internally whispers to stay calm. Emery lets out a chuckle, "Did you not see me that night?"

"I was flip flopping and laughing at the tv like I was at home." Emery shakes her head. "It was so embarrassing."

Chimney clicks his tongue, "You need to learn your limit." He points at her.

Emery then points at Chimney, "You could say that again."

"You need to learn your limit." Chimney repeats, trying to get his points crossed.

Emery gives Chimney a playful wink and Chimney rolls his eyes. Did she not hear a word he said?

"What about you, Buck?" Chimney looks at the tense boy. Emery turns to Buck and she squints her eyes.

Buck swallows, "I, uh, I don't—what?"

"Maddie said she saw you talking to Taylor Kelly that night." Chimney wiggles his. Rows.

Buck's jaw goes slack. He opens his mouth to speak, but someone else does.

"Oh, is that right?"

Buck turns to the girl who was shooting daggers. Emery wasn't jealous, that wasn't the case at all. But she was a bit pissed that he was talking to some other girl and then had sex with her.

"Did you and Taylor..." Emery tilts her head. "You know?"

Buck let's out a nervous breath, "Uh, uh—no. No."

Emery raises her brows and turns to Chimney. Chimney loos at Emery and rolls his eyes, not buying it.

"But, I did end up...sleeping with someone else."

And just like that, Bobby, Chimney, and Emery turn to the boy. "What?"

Buck nods his head, "Yeah, we had sex...twice."

Emery scratches above her brow. She's going to kill him.

"Who is this mystery lady?" Bobby asks.

Buck bunches his shoulders, "I don't know." He answers. "It was just a one and done thing."

"You mean two and through." Chimney laughs and nudges Emery. She normally laughs at corny jokes like that, but today wasn't the day she was laughing. The fire engine comes to a stop and everyone gets out.

"So, you really had sex with a random girl in a bathroom bar?" Bobby asks.

"Yeah, I mean, I just saw her at the bar. We're hanging out and next thing I know, we're having sex in the bathroom." Buck looks around the area, making sure Emery wasn't around. "I kind of feel weird about it."

"But you don't know her." Bobby shrugs. "Maybe you won't see her again."

"The problem isn't about seeing her again, it's just...I thought I stopped being that guy." Buck grabs his bag. "I thought Abby had changed me. I'm single for, like, a day, and I'm right back at it?"

"Well, Buck, you've been single for months." Bobby states.

Buck throws his arms up, "Why does everyone keep saying that?"

Bobby chuckles, "All right, All right, look." He stops Buck from walking. "You aren't the same Buck that you were when you first came into this fire station, all right? I know that and you know that." He states. "You can still have your fun and be Buck, while being a better person, you know that, right?"

Buck pulls his brows together as Bobby walks away. He's never thought about it like that. Could he really do that? His eyes trail back over to Emery and he watches her walk into the gas station. Buck inhales a deep breath. Buck went from despising the girl to now wanting his hands on her every time he looked at her. How the hell did this happen?

"You fell from there?" Emery points at the ceiling. A small huff leaves her lips. "Oh, girl..." she shakes her head.

"Men are the worst, right?"

Hen laughs, "You're asking the wrong girl."

Emery quirks a brow, "I had this boyfriend, William. Used my toothbrush without asking."

"Ew!" The woman in the stretcher gags.

"Right?!" Emery exclaims. She then snaps her fingers. "Oh, yeah, and he cheated on me."

The woman gasps, "Noooo."

Emery purses her lips and nods. "Yup. I'm over it though."

The woman looks at Hen and Hen shakes her head, telling her that Emery wasn't over it. Emery pulls her brows together. "I am over it!"

"What's crazy is that, I don't necessarily...like the girl I slept with." Buck says. "I actually don't like her at all. I despise her."

Emery rolls her eyes, "I thought you just met her at the bar that night?" She says through gritted teeth. Buck needed to keep his story straight.

Buck slightly opens his mouth. "Yeah, well, she wasn't the greatest person when I was talking to her."

Emery wrinkles her nose. From what she remembers, the conversation she and Buck had was enjoyable. She was fun...right?

"And yet you slept with her?" Bobby asks. "Why are you so tangled up about this girl if you despise her?"

"Because she...it, the sex, was amazing." Buck says. Emery rolls her lips into her mouth to contain her smug smirk. "But, what if she thinks I'm only after one thing?"

"You are only after one thing." The injured woman on the stretcher for as. "Jerk."

Emery snickers.

"You don't even know me." Buck retorts.

"You're a man. I know enough."

"She's been read her rights. I'll meet y'all at the hospital." Athena calls out.

"Yo, Probie."

Buck turns to the girl and she curls one finger towards herself, telling him to bring his off over to her. He swallows and follows her over to a more closed off area in the gas station.

"I told you, we could talk about this after work." Emery tilts her head up at him. Buck holds his hands up, "I know—I know. It's just, look—"

"What makes you think I wasn't after one thing either?" Emery places her hands on her hips. Buck pulls his brows together. "Uh, what?"

"Buck..." she looks around before speaking. "The sex was good. Like really good." She chuckles which causes Buck to chuckle. "But, I don't like you."

Buck tilts his head up, letting out a breath of relief. "Okay, listen. I am so glad you feel that way." He presses his hands together. "Because I don't like you either."

Emery arches a brow, "I kind of got that from you saying that you "despise me"."

Buck waves a dismissive hand, "Oh, like you haven't said that to me before..." he huffs. "And I agree, the sex was amazing."

Emery arches a brow, "Amazing, huh?" She frowns. "I said good, but you—you said Amazing."

Buck rolls his eyes with a small smile on his lips. Emery's smile lessens, "As amazing as the sex was...this was a one time thing, you know that, right?"

Buck pulls his brows together and Emery sputters her lips. She presses one of her pointers against her lips, trying to find the right words. "You consider yourself Buck 2.0, and I know you're looking for something completely different than what I'm looking for."

"Because of your 'Hot Girl Summer'?" Buck asks.

Emery cloves her eyes and presses her lips together. "I still can't believe Amaya told you and Eddie about that." She scoffs. "But it's not even about a "Hot Girl Summer" anymore. It's just me, wanting a thrill that I've never had before." Emery explains. "And I know you're not looking for anything like that." She motions to him. "You have grown as a person and I..." Emery exhales a scoff. I can't believe I'm about to say this.

"...I respect that."

Buck raises his brows out of shock. "What?"

"I'm not saying it again." Emery snaps. Buck closes his mouth and nods. Emery scratches at her brow and sighs. "So, we don't have to...talk about what happened last night, right? We're okay?"

Buck looks at Emery. It was hard for her to say that. He could tell and in all honestly Buck was envious that she was that mature. Buck thinks about what Bobby said.

"You can still have your fun and be Buck while being a better person, you know that, right?"

God, sex with Emery had Buck questioning his whole life.

"Emerson, look..."

Emery keeps her eyes on his. Buck rubs the back of his neck, thinking. "I think that—"

"Buck, Em!"

The two firefighters jump and turn to Bobby. He holds his arms up, "We got another call! Let's go!"

Emery nods her head, "On our way!" She looks at Buck. "Can you meet me at my place tonight? So we can finish up this conversation?"

Buck doesn't speak, he just swallows and nods his head. Emery presses her lips together, "Nice, let's go." She quickly leaves the gas station. Buck hesitantly follows after her, his mind still on last night.

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As fast as the shift started, it came to an end. And Buck was on his way to Emery's new place. Buck had made his decision on what he wanted back at the gas station but before he could tell Emery, they both had to go. This whole situation was complicated, especially with it involving two people that don't take a liking to each other.

But Buck couldn't stop thinking about that night with Emery ever since it ended. The way she pulled at his hair and the feel of being inside of her was something that could get addicting. Maybe he was already hooked. Maybe that's why he was standing at this door anxiously waiting for Emery to answer. So, he could tell her this.

The door opens and Emery presses her lips into a small line. "Hey, come in..." she takes a step aside. Buck enters the apartment. He wanted to look around, but if he looked around then that means, he wanted to get a sneak peek into her life. And in all honesty...he just wanted Emery to hear him out.

"So, about our conversation at the gas station—"

"I want you."

Emery stops talking and then to him. "I...you what?"

Buck takes one courageous step toward Emery. He was putting it all on the line. "I want you, Em."

Emery slightly opens her mouth, "Buck. What I want is—"

"Just sex, right?" Buck speaks.

Emery nods her head, "Yep, that's right."

Buck lets out a breath and then he presses his lips together, and he nods his head. He pretends to think about it (even though he's already made a decision before he got here).

"All right, I can do that."

Emery covers her eyes, her stress and confusion morphing into a ball of anger. "What? No, you can't."

"Uh-huh!" Buck exclaims and Emery pulls her face back while her nose wrinkles.

"I can too!"

"Why? Why can you suddenly just throw away Buck 2.0, huh? You said that you wanted to be Buck 2.0, what changed?" Emery inquires.

"Nothing's changed, I'm still Buck 2.0. But with a few adjustments." Buck puts more weight on to his right leg. Emery cranes her neck forward, needing a longer explanation.

Buck inhales, "You..." He rubs his forehead. "Fuck, how did I get here?—Emerson, I haven't stopped thinking about you, all right?"

Emery's back straightens and her jaw goes slack. But other than that she was frozen. He couldn't stop thinking about her...like as in he was plotting her demise?

Buck lets out a breath and it feels like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "It's been two days since we hooked up at that bar and yet all I want is to have your hands pulling at my hair again, I want to hear you say my name, I need...you."

Silence fills the room and Buck swallows. "Uh, that's all I wanted to say." He shifts. "And...if just sex is what you want from me, I am 100% down for that. You are like a fucking drug, Emerson and I—"

"Stop talking." Emery quickly walks over to him. She cups his neck with her hands and passionately smashes her lips against his. Buck slightly stumbles back but he regains his footing and cups the back of Emery's neck before he kisses her back. His heart begins to race as he feels Emery's breath against his lips. She slides her hands down his body which causes a chill to rush down his spine. Emery slips her hands under his shirt and begins to pull it up. Buck quickly pulls his lips away from hers. "Wait, hang on..." he breathes against her lips.

Emery opens her eyes and pulls her brows together. "What, are you okay?"

Buck chuckles, "I'm great. It's just, your sister—"

"She's staying at her friend's tonight." Emery cups both sides of Buck's neck with her hands and pulls him back into a hungry kiss. Buck smirks against her lips and kisses her back. Emery grips Buck's wrists and moves them to her back, then she moves his hands to her ass. Buck squeezes Emery's ass and her breathing hitches.

It wasn't just Buck that couldn't stop thinking about that night. It took everything out of Emery not to send Buck a "u up?" text. And yes. Emery would've actually done it. To get Buck's hands back on her? She would've done anything.

Buck hooks a pointer finger through the belt loop of her jeans and pulls her closer to him. Emery's chest flushes against Buck's, just the feel of her against him made his dick hard. Emery begins to undo Buck's belt. She slightly pulls her lips from his and stares into his bright blue eyes that would normally make her wrinkle her nose out of discomfort. But now Emery just felt warm.

Emery takes a step forward and Buck takes a step back. The two continue to do so, until Buck's back hits the island in the kitchen. He softly grunts and Emery chuckles. She palms him through his jeans and Buck's breathing practically stops. Buck cups the back of Emery's neck and hastily connects their lips. She inhales a soft breath and her body grows hotter than before when Buck swipes his tongue across her lower lip.

Buck grips her thighs and picks her up. Emery wraps her legs around his waist. "Counter." She softly murmurs.

Buck hums against her lips and sits Emery on the island behind them. The girl grips the edge of the counter as Buck kisses her neck. A small bubble of laughter forms in her throat from the ticklish sensation rushing through her body. He grips the hem of her shirt and pulls it up. Emery raises her arms and Buck drops her shirt to the ground. Buck nips at Emery's collarbone and she tilts her head to the side, exposing her neck more.

Emery keeps her legs wrapped around Buck and she slides a hand to the front of his pants. Buck's breathing gets caught in his throat and Emery begins to smile. She then pulls her brows together and falters. Buck notices her hesitance and slightly pulls his face back to look at her. "Em, you okay?"

Emery slightly opens her mouth. "I change my mind."

Buck pulls his hands away from her and steps back. Emery hops off the counter. "Did I do something wrong?"

"I mean, where do I start with that question?" Emery scoffs.

Buck rolls his eyes. Emery grabs a Clorox wipe and cleans the island off. "Okay." She tosses the wipe into the trash and washes her hands. Buck pulls his brows together as Emery lets out a satisfied breath. "That's better." She turns to Buck. "Now, where were we?"

Emery then pulls her brows together when she notices the incredulous look across Buck's face. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You just...Why did—I am so confused..." Buck pinches the bridge of his nose. Emery tilts her head, "I can't have sex on my counter. It's unsanitary."

"That's the only reason you stopped?" Buck asks.

Emery raises her brows, "Did you think I wanted to stop having sex with you?"

Buck holds his hands up and Emery chuckles. "Probie, I am literally talking to you with my shirt off." She motions to her blue bra. "If I didn't want to have sex with you, I would've put the shirt back on." She shakes her head. "You're kind of stupid."

"And you're kind of annoying." Buck walks back over to her with his sneakers touching hers. Emery tilts her head up at him and bites her lower lip. She takes a moment to observe his face and the way he looked at her. Literally just two days ago these two were arguing like they couldn't stand to be alone in the same room together. But now...

Emery cups Buck's neck and hastily connects their lips once again. Buck's hands grip her waist and immediately kisses her back. She swipes the pads of her thumbs against both sides of his jaw line and then bites his lower lip. Buck softly groans which causes Emery's core to grow hot. She slightly pulls her lips from his and flutters her eyes open to meet Buck's bright blue eyes. Emery slips her hand into Buck's. "Come on." She lightly tugs him down the hall of her apartment.

Buck eagerly follows her with his heart pounding through his ears. They get to a door on the right side of the wall and Emery opens it. She kicks the door shut with her foot and guides Buck to the bed. Buck swallows from the tension in the room. Emery kicks her shoes off and Buck does the same, she grips the end of his shirt and begins to pull it up. With one hand, Buck takes his shirt off and tosses it to the ground.

Emery takes a moment to look across Buck's bare chest and her breathing heavies. She then shifts her eyes to the tattoo on his forearm that she normally wouldn't even bother paying attention to. But now it peaked her interest.

Emery takes a closer step to Buck and lightly touches his tattoo. Buck's breathing hitched from the soft and light feeling of Emery's nails dragging across his forearm. He never thought Emery could be this gentle. Especially towards him.

"I would've thought you had more tattoos." Emery voices, a small breath leaving her lips.

"And I would've thought you had none."

Emery pulls her brows together, wanting a clarification. Buck cups a hand around the nape of her neck and lightly touches the thin cursive 'Helena' tattoo on the back of her shoulder with his pointer.

Emery's chest tightens in a painful manner. There was always this unspoken rule about not getting your partner's name tattooed on your body. No matter how close or how confident you are in the relationship. But, Emery was sure that the unspoken rule Gods would make an exception for dead significant others, right?

Buck searches Emery's face when he notices a deep crease had formed between her brows. That normally happened when she was in deep thought about something—and it was bothering her.

Buck then takes his hand from her nape and places a curled finger under her chin. He slightly lifts her head up, making sure her distracted brown eyes met his slightly worried blue eyes.

"Emi, you with me?"

Emery's face relaxes and she refocuses on those baby blues. She raises her brows and parts her lips. Wanting to change the subject, Emery touches Buck's lower back and kisses him roughly. Buck's stomach twists as Emery's lip swipes against his lower lip. Those velvet rose lips could make him forget his own name. For a moment they did. His mind begins to feel hazy and he takes a step back. The back of his legs hit the bed frame and he sits on the edge of the bed.

Emery takes that time to straddle his waist and presses her aching cunt against Buck's growing erection. Buck's hand's immediately find her thighs and they fit just right. His hands on her felt right. Emery's chest flushes against Buck's and she presses her lips against his. As the kiss continues to grow more intense, Buck's hands tighten around Emery's thighs. His hands then travel to her waist and he begins to rock her hips back and forth against his. Emery inhales a shaky breath from the sensation that began to rush through her body. She slightly pulls her lips from his.

Emery raises her hands into Buck's hair and softly moans. Now that she was sober, Emery was able to feel everything and remember it vividly. The softness of Buck's hair. She knew he has taken care of it heavily. Emery respected any person who took care of themselves. It was one of the things she looked at for a person she was interested in. She runs her hands through his hair which causes goosebumps to form across the back of Buck's neck. His eyes flutter shut and a heavy sigh escapes his lips. Buck pulls Emery tighter against him and she begins to grind down on his hardening cock.

Emery leans forward and kisses Buck's lips. Then she moves her lips to his jawline, then the crook of his neck. Buck's breathing becomes ragged as he feels Emery's suck, nip, and lick at his neck. A deep moan comes from his chest which causes a liquid hot ache to pool from Emery's pussy. She wanted him—now.

"Buck..." Emery moans softly as she deepens her grind on him. Buck manages to opens his eyes again and meets Emery's cloudy brown eyes. He knits his brows together when he sees the neediness across Emery's face. She needed him. And he needed her.

"I think that might be the first time you called me my name." Buck chuckles.

Emery arches a brow and thinks about it. She didn't even notice that she called him by his name. It just came out like second nature. But she'd never admit that.

"Yeah, well, I'm not gonna call you Probie while we're fucking." Emery chuckles. "Now, lay on the bed and take off your pants."

Buck's stomach twists and a smirk forms on his lips from the demand. "Yes, ma'am."

Buck scoots back on the bed until his back hits the headboard. They both begin to undress themselves. Emery finishes taking off her pants and underwear while Buck does the same. She crawls over to him with her hands on either side of his thighs. She leans forward and kisses him once again. Buck inhales a breath and cups the side of her neck, kissing her back. Buck's hands grip her shoulders, then he trails his fingers to her arms, and behind her back. He unclips her blue bra and drops it on the bed. With their lips still connected, Buck grips her waist and pulls her forward until she's on his lap, his dick brushing against her slick wet folds.

Emery's eyes flutter shut, she pulls her lips away from Buck's and opens her eyes once again to see his eyes already on hers.

"Question..."

Emery arches a brow, "What?—What?" She sounded pent up and impatient. It caused Buck to laugh.

"When we had sex at the bar...are you really on the pill?" Buck inquires, hoping for the answer he was waiting for.

Emery softly huffs, "You know, normally I would lie to you; just to see you sweat. But right now...I really don't have time for this, so, yeah. I'm on the pill, Buck."

Buck let's out a breath of relief. Emery cups his face, "Now, can we refocus our attention to the task at hand?" Her eyes burn into his.

Buck nods his head without a sound and leans forward, pressing an open mouthed kiss against the crook of Emery's neck. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back. Buck lowers his hand down to his cock, he grips it and presses it more against Emery's folds. A small gasps escapes her lips and her stomach begins to pound even harder than before.

"Buck..."

"You want me?" Buck breathes against her ear.

Emery tilts her head to the ceiling and lets out a sharp breath. "Yes." She whispers, barely able to hear herself from her heartbeat pounding through her ears. "I want you."

Buck couldn't help but feel himself start to come undone hearing those words leave Emery's lips. "Yeah, I want you too." He grips her waist and slowly slides her onto him. Emery sucks in a sharp breath and Buck exhales a small one. He leans down and kisses one of Emery's breasts, he moves his lips to engulf one of her nipples and Emery softly moans. She raises a hand into his hair and massages his scalp. "Buck—shit."

Emery slowly raises herself up, then she lowers herself down on Buck's cock which causes a small moan to escape his lips. Just hearing those small sounds come from Buck caused Emery's core to ache even more than before. Buck tilts his head up and watches as Emery pinches her brows together with her eyes shut. Just the sight of her face contorted with pleasure made him want to come. Buck felt like he would come at any moment, but he forced himself not to. And it was hard (pun intended hehehe). But, he wanted Emery to feel good and she wasn't going to continue feeling this pleasure if he were to finish first.

Emery's moans grow more erotic as she continues to move up and down on him. Buck softly groans as Emery hits the base of his cock. He ruts his hips upward, thrusting roughly into Emery; hitting a spot she never knew she had. In her peripheral vision, Emery could've swore she saw stars. Emery then pulls at Buck's hair forcing his head to tilt up towards hers. His chest heaves against hers and he softly moans.

"Right there, right there!" Emery lets out an exasperated moan that causes Buck's dick to twitch inside of her. He grits his teeth as he feels himself begin to unravel, so he lowers a hand between them and presses his thumb against her throbbing clit.

Emery clenches around Buck which causes his glazed over eyes to shut. "Fuck, Emerson..."

Emery leans down to kiss Buck's lips before she slightly pulls away from him with her lips still brushing against his. "I know, I know." She softly breathes. Buck opens his eyes and meets Emery's cloudy and soft gaze. Her curly hair was disheveled and sweat had formed across her chest. She looked gorgeous. Buck felt his stomach flip. Emerson gorgeous? He never wanted to think that again. They had just started their sex-capades, Buck didn't want to complicate it by complimenting her or anything. Especially since he didn't think of her in any romantic way.

Buck lifts his head up and captures Emery's lips against his. She softly groans from the desperate feeling of Buck's lips against hers. Buck circles Emery's clit with his thumb and he could feel her breathing grow more ragged in her throat. She hums against his lips and then kisses his neck. "I'm so close..." she softly moans. Buck cups the nape of her neck with one hand while the other grips her waist. He lifts her up one more time before slamming her back down onto his dick. Suddenly, the tight coil in Emery's stomach releases and she lets out a guttural chain of moans that was her repeating Buck's name. She yanked at his hair once more which pushed Buck over the edge. His legs tense and he releases inside of her. Simultaneously, they both lay their heads against one another. Emery's head was in the crook of Buck's neck, while Buck's head was against her lush chest.

Despite the sweat and feeling of it being extremely hot in the room, both firefighters were satisfied with what went down tonight.

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Shortly after their first official (not official) sex-capade, Emery went to pee and take a shower. Buck had put his underwear and pants back on when Emery came out of the bathroom in her maroon silk robe. Buck let out a sharp breath when he caught sight of her wet brown legs. Emery uses her microfiber towel to dry her hair and she scoffs. "What?"

"Nothing it's just..." he sucks in a breath. "Do you always look that good when you get out of the shower?"

Emery pulls her face back and looks away from him. Not believing a word he just said. Then she looks back at Buck with her brows raised, interested. "Really?"

Buck chuckles, "Yeah. I wouldn't just compliment anyone, Em."

Emery's face grows hot and she clears her throat; turning her attention to something else. "Okay, uh...we need rules, Buck." She presses her hands together and points them at the boy.

Buck raises his brows and a smirk forms on his lips. He makes his way over to her. Even though they were both close in height, Emery still had to tilt her head up to look at him. She hated it (lies).

"Like...sexy rules?" Buck grips her waist and kisses her. Emery's stomach flips and she gingerly kisses him back. Her hands grip his bare waist and she feels Buck begin to untie her robe. Maroon robe. Maroon could be considered a shade of red. Red as in a fire engine. Buck and Emery ride in a fire engine together at work. They were work buddies. Now they were fuck buddies. Fuck buddies need rules!

Emery groans softly and pulls away from the kiss, remembering what she was doing.

"No. Not sexy rules. I mean rules to follow so there's no...romantic anything going on here." Emery says. "This is strictly sex."

Buck rolls his eyes and makes his way back over to the bed. He scoops his shirt up from the ground and slips it on.

"Rule number one: no feelings." She shakes her head. "That should go without saying, all right?"

"Okay..."

"Number two: nothing that could lead to feelings. Like dinner, taking showers together, and getting to know each other."

"Can't sex lead to feelings?"

"Not if we do this right." Emery points her pen at him. "Number three: never tell anyone about this, okay?"

Buck pulls his brows together, "Where the hell did you get a pen from?"

"No staying the night." Emery shakes her head, not acknowledging his question. "We hit then quit." She tilts her head from side to side. "Except it's a temporary quit until we see each other to hit again—you get my point."

"Wait, so...does the No showering together mean no shower sex?" Buck asks.

Emery arches a brow, "Duh." She tosses the pen at him and he catches it. "Shower sex isn't...right."

"Oh, but having sex with your hated co-worker is?"

"I mean, yeah, shower sex is fun. But it's dangerous and risky." Emery states. So is having sex with your co-worker.

Buck sighs, "We're not breaking any rules, Emery. You know that, right? We're just..." he bunches his shoulders. "Blowing off some steam."

Emery nods her head, "Nothing wrong with that."

Buck shakes his head, "Nothing wrong with that. At all."

Emery sighs and looks Buck up and down. "You can shower here, but only after I'm done in the shower. And your showers have to be 10-20 minutes, all right?"

"Okay, seems fair." Buck lies. His showers were around 30-40. But he could make it work. Emery bites the inside of her cheek. "And my sister..." she closes her eyes and inhales a deep breath. "We have to be smart about this. We need a schedule."

"I'll make one!"

Buck rubs his eyes, "This is so stupid..."

"This isn't a game, Buck." Emery walks toward him. Buck exhales an annoyed breath and looks at her. Emery squints her eyes at him and they both glare at each other. Buck shakes his head in disbelief. "You know, I honestly thought that after I had sex with you; you would be less annoying..." he brushes past her and laughs. "...boy was I wrong."

Emery scoffs, "We can go over the rules when I finish them another day!"

Buck leaves her room and grabs his shoes.

"Of course we will..."

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author's note.

I'm not gonna lie to you guys, going forward, each chapter might have some kind of sexual content in it. So, for all you smut readers out there YAY and for the non smut readers...sorry

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