Disclaimer: I don't own them. Who knows who does anymore. It has been so long maybe the fans should own them. At least, we keep them alive! LOL

I would love to thank Kat, my beta reader. She has been after me to post this. I am finally posting it. For you KAT! LOL Thank you again. I hope to get it posted on the web site soon.

Rating: NC-17

Jarod was busy packing the last of his things. He just finished his last pretend for the for this month. He knew he had to move quickly before his hunters arrived. He looked around the room.

"I think that will get it." He sighed as he packed the last thing. 'Now, in the morning I can slip out.' He thought to himself as he heard a knock at his door.

He opened the door to see her standing there. She was leaning in the doorframe with an open bottle of wine in one hand and several condoms in the other. His first thought was to run and the other thought was 'this could be interesting'.

"How did...what are...?"

"Well, are you going to invite me in or do I have to barge in?"

He opened the door wider for her to enter but before closing the door, he looked around.

"I'm alone." She informed him as the door closed.

"Just checking." He revolved to see her turn the wine bottle up. "So, what do I owe the visit?"

She sat the bottle down on the table and faced him. This wicked grin danced across her mouth. She went up to him and circled him like a predator looking at its wounded prey. "You are going to be my stress reliever." She stopped at his chest, glancing down at him and back up. "Going somewhere?" His eyes followed hers at the bags sitting on the floor.

"Yes."

"Where?"

"I can't tell you. You will have a sweeper team waiting."

"Maybe. Maybe not." She went back to circling him.

"Tell me Miss Parker how did you find me?"

"Now, a girl can't tell all of her secrets, can she?" Their eyes met.

As she began to move again, Jarod grabbed her wrist. "Stress reliever, uh?"

"Mmm." She licked her lips wet before smiling at him again.

"What kind of new stress would you have? Daddy, Lyle...."

"You." She interrupted.

"Me? What kind of stress would I put in your life?"

She jerked her wrist loose. "You have me running all over the freaking United States for what? For me to get there a day late and dollar short!" She raised her voice.

He gave her one of his famous 'I don't get it' look.

"A day late...oh forget it, Jarod." She shook her head.

He picked up the bottle of wine. There wasn't much drunk out of it. Then he picked up a condom.

"Now your talking." Her hands went up his shirt, trying to tug it off.

"Wait a minute." He stopped her. "I didn't say..."

"Oh come on, Jarod. I need to relieve some of the stress. I'm getting knots in my muscles."

"A massage." He smiled. "I can help you with that."

"You are no fun." She stuck her bottom lip out, pouting like a young girl who didn't get her way.

Jarod watched her lip as it began to quiver. "That is all I am to you...a piece of meat."

She stormed to the window that over looked the front yard. She had her arms crossed at her chest and stared out the window. Not making a sound.

Jarod came up behind her. She knew he was there but made no effort to acknowledge him. He placed a hand of either side of her, blocking her against the wall. "I can't just be a piece of meat. I have feelings too."

She turned to face him, opening her mouth to say something he placed his fingers over her lips. "I don't want to be used by you or anyone else, especially you." He repeated. He leaned in to kiss her when she stopped with a hand in the middle of his chest.

"I don't want to use you but I don't know if I can love someone."

"We can try...together." His lips found hers.

She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. With the condom in his hand, he glanced down, "Why so many of them?" He asked.

"I have a lot of stress." She laughed softly.

As they stood there in the middle of the room kissing, Jarod found the buttons on her shirt. One by one they began to unbutton, revealing her small breast. His lips moved down her neck to the valley between her breast. Jarod had one arm around her waist, pushing her closer to him. The other hand engulfed her breast as his tongue ran over the material of her bra. He nipped at her nipple causing it to get hard. He licked it as if there was nothing between him and the breast. Parker let out a moan before pushing him back.

They stared into each other's eyes before she ran her hand over his shoulder. Moving her hands down she tugged his shirt up and over his head. She bit her bottom lip as she circled his muscular body. She kissed the center of his chest as her hands couldn't stop touching him.

He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up. Placing her on the bed, he began to work her pants. She kissed his navel as her fingers unzipped his jeans. He stepped back taking her dress pants with him. As he moved back toward her, she slid her hands down into his jeans, pushing them down. He stepped out of them. They quickly shed what was the rest of their clothing. They couldn't take the *not* touching the bare skin against each other any longer.

Parker pulled Jarod down onto the bed. Then she got up on him. She wasn't going to let him run the show, after all she was the one with the stress. She ran her hands up his chest to his shoulders. She bent down to give him another kiss when he flipped them both over.

Now Jarod being on top, he wasn't going to let Parker have control of this situation. He knew she was a control freak and he wanted to take her in...slowly. He was finally turning his fantasy into reality. His lips touched every inch of her bare skin, only stopping at certain spots. The first spot was her left breast then the right one. As he made his way down to her belly button and only stopping when he reached dark hair. He glanced back up at her. She wasn't making any eye contact with him. Then he went back to running his tongue down her thigh. She spread her legs wider giving him easier access to what they both wanted.

He ran his tongue down the folds of her then slid his tongue into her. With his bottom lip he sucked on her gently. Her moans became louder with every inch he moved. When he came up for some air, his fingers took his tongue’s place. He proceeded back up her body. He looked her in the eye and continued to push his fingers in and out of her body. He waited for some kind of sound from her. He didn't care what kind of noise she made just as long as she made one.

She took her hands and placed them on his face, to where he had to look at her. "Take me." She pleaded with him.

"I'm not finished yet." He whispered.

"Please, Jarod!"

Jarod grinned down at her and kissed the end of nose. "Ok."

He got his body on to hers and insert his penis just like a missing piece to the same puzzle of their lives. He began to move slowly then faster. As he moved harder with every move she dug her nails into his back causing them both to squeal.

Her body moved up to meet his with every thrust he made. She wanted to touch him at all times. Jarod kissed her neck, feeling her pulse get faster and faster with his every move. He smiled knowing it was him causing her to feel that way and he loved it. He loved having that effect on his huntress.

Jarod kissed her lips again before collapsing on her. He rolled onto his side. He couldn't believe his huntress was laying next to him. He stared over at her.

"Now that is what I call a stress reliever!" Parker laughed. "I feel better all ready." Her eyes meet his. His big brown eyes showed a little bit of sadness. "What's wrong my little ratboy?"

"I guess this is where you leave."

"Leave? Are you kicking me out?" She rolled over to her stomach.

"You said you feel better now."

"Jarod, Jarod." She slapped his cheek. "You really do have a lot to learn about women." She sat up in bed. "I'm not through with you yet. This is only the beginning." She straddled him. "I did say I have a lot of stress." She kissed his lips. "Are. You. Ready. For. Round. Two." she said between every kiss.

He could see the look in her eyes. He knew that look. It usually meant a long painful ending for him but in this case he was willingly to accept whatever she had in mind for him. He grabbed her face pulling her down to him. He kissed her lips then the side of her cheek to her ear.

"I take it, that's a yes." She whispered in his ear.

They soon found the rhythm they had a short while back.

***

The sun peeked through the curtains. She woke to find him gone. The place was cleaned as if he was never there. Her cell phone rang.

"What?" She sounded tired.

"Good morning, sunshine."

"Jarod." She smiled.

"You a have about two hours before you have company. I suggest you get busy."

"Company?"

"I called a sweeper team."

"You son-of-a-bitch!" She yelled.

"Don't worry. They will never know *we* were together last night."

"I didn't..."

"I know. I just wanted to look like you got there first." He hung up the phone.

"Damn." She began to get ready.

***

One last look around the room before she heard them coming through the door.

"Miss Parker!" Sydney yelled.

"In here." She stepped out.

"Are you ok?"

"Just peachy." She paced. "It looks like he is long gone."

"Miss Parker, I found something." Sam said from the other room.

'Damn. I thought I got rid of everything.' She thought as Sam entered the room. He handed her a red notebook. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw the notebook.

"Miss Parker, are you ok?" Broots said.

"Uh? Oh yeah." She grabbed the notebook. She flipped it open. He wrote:

Can't wait to see you again.

Your little stress reliever.

She let out a chuckle. "Let's go boys." She tucked the notebook under her arm and headed out the door.

Sydney and Broots looked at each and followed her out, wondering what was written in that red notebook.

The End!