Sooo I had this little idea for a sexy love at first sight kinda tale. I purposely left the character descriptions open so you could plug in Bo and Lauren in whichever role you prefer. Or ya know, I'm open to all the ships so do as you will, but for me it will always be Bo and Lauren. Anyway, this is something a little different for me, but I hope you like it.

"Sometime"

I'd heard talk that sometimes a chance encounter could rock your entire world.

Sometimes.

Though it always made me laugh because its so misleading. Those that talk make it sound like something wonderful and sometimes that may be true. But sometimes, and this may be pessimistic, but I'm a realist...sometimes you could go from the top of the world to face down in the gutter in the blink of an eye. But again, that was only some of the time.

Or...this one fits me better...or you could be out with friends to blow off some steam when you see her. You know...her. The one you see from across the room. The one you swear will be the love of your life. She has to be, because from a hundred feet away, without uttering a single word, she was sheer perfection. At least until tomorrow morning.

That's what happened to me. Yeah, I'd been here before, but there was something different about her. Maybe she would be my "sometime."

With just a look from her, my body was set ablaze. At first glance, I had to meet her. The first touch of her hand on my thigh, I had to have her. But the first kiss...god that kiss...I knew I could never let her go. Then later that night, on my favorite leather armchair, when she eased her fingers into me for the first time, touching me in a way that no one ever had, I knew I was ruined for anyone else. But the question at the end of the night would be, did she feel the same?

The moment she had walked into the room I was captivated. The woman wore a quiet confidence and held a soft smile for anyone she passed. All eyes turned to her when she walked by. Damn she knew how to own a room without even trying.

She settled at the end of the bar, scanning the room as most people would and then it happened. Her eyes met mine. The room fell silent. Just her and I locked in a vacuum while the world spun fast around us. There was a gleam in her eye as her lip quirked up, one that dared me to erase the distance between us. She licked her lips, her eyes breaking their hold on me as she gave me a once over only to paralyze me again with a unanimous vote of approval. The stranger in a striking, silky silver dress that hugged her body, ending at her thigh and long hair that fell across the creamy skin of her shoulders, chewed on her lip before lifting her drink in a toast and turning away. She had the form of a goddess and I would gladly worship her.

I plowed through the crowd like a linebacker. No way I would miss my chance. Maybe my only one with the way everyone else was sizing her up.

We were face to face in a matter of seconds. Up close she was even more breathtaking and while I'd never been struck speechless, I was at a loss in her presence. The woman was self assured and comfortable in her own skin. There was a hint of something more in the way she carried herself that I couldn't put a finger on at the moment, but I hoped I would get the chance to find out. She was by far the sexiest woman I'd ever met in the flesh, but in no way did she flaunt herself. Those traits were a rarity these days and it only drew me in more.

No words were exchanged, merely the most drop dead gorgeous smile I'd ever had directed at me as she took me by the hand and led me to the dance floor. Her front pressed against my back, fitting perfectly curve for curve, made my head spin as we moved in rhythm. Hands on my hips. Lips on my neck. It was almost too much. She was driving me crazy.

I took advantage of the DJ's change of tempo, spinning to face her in an effort to regain some sanity, but instead I fell further under her spell. The way she moved. Her lips. Her soft hands teasing the skin of my thigh below the hem of my dress. Those eyes. The way the tiny specs in her iris changed with the lights on the dance floor mesmerized me. A very skilled temptress she was indeed.

And the kiss. God damn she could kiss.

We started slow. Just a gentle caress to test the waters. Then we waded a little further in. And then we dove deeper until we were completely submerged in one another. Her tongue asked the burning question to which I answered with a resounding "yes." My lips parted allowing her the freedom to take what she wanted and good god, she wanted it all. That tongue was magic, bringing sounds from me I didn't know I could make and all I could think was what else she could do to me with that tongue.

"I have to have you," she mumbled before capturing my lips once more.

We were fast approaching the point of no return and lord knows I never wanted to come back. I was reeling as I choked out, "My place?"

"Lead on."

With my hand in hers, I tugged her through the crowd for a fast escape with a surge of power that I had otherwise relinquished to her. The cab ride was a blur. Never mind the alcohol, her teeth grazing my neck made thinking impossible. In fact, thinking was a complete waste of time when I could feel like this. Fire. Ice. Something intensely indescribable as I parted my legs enough for her to slip under my dress and teasingly graze my soaked lace panties.

We burst through my front door, slamming it behind us before she spun and pinned me to the wall. The look in her eye was almost primal as she chewed her lip and dragged her eyes down the length of my body.

Tremors of excitement rocked me. My knees quaked. Soft lips ghosted across my collarbone on a hot path to my ear. "I can't wait to take you."

There weren't many words I could form at the moment, so I was thankful my body and mind were in sync and refused to be denied. "How do you want me?"

She peeled her eyes from mine, scanning the room with some thought in her head she didn't care to share. "Nice apartment."

"Thanks." It was a breathy whisper. There were so many sensations running through me. My chest heaved as if I just sprinted several flights of stairs, heart thundered like a thousand hammers.

Her mouth found my neck, sucking and teasing my skin; her body pressing mine further into the wall. She pulled back, looking in my eyes as she husked, "It would be much nicer with you in that chair with one leg over the arm and my head between your thighs."

Fuck yes! Her words resonated within. I was so wet for her it was almost embarrassing. Almost, but I sensed she'd be proud and I couldn't wait to show her what she did to me.

I nipped at her bottom lip and then slowly hiked up my dress just far enough to hook my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear so I could shimmy them down my legs. Her hands gripped my ass with such command she had me begging to be owned. She pulled us flush, taking possessing of my soul with a kiss that stopped everything, including my heart. Confident hands slid the straps of my dress of my shoulders, letting the shimmering white fabric fall into a puddle on the floor.

With a quick tilt of her head, I acknowledged her request, taking my place on the chair. She licked her lips as I draped my leg over the arm, giving her a good look at what would be hers for the taking. A sexy grin appeared before she pursed her lips. She moved toward me, seemingly gliding across the floor, while reaching up and releasing the single knot that held her dress in place, leaving it in her wake.

"Beautiful," she whispered with such reverence that I filled with pride at having such an effect on this goddess. She dropped to her knees, wasting no time before her soft lips met my heated flesh to slowly send me towards heaven. Swirling. Sucking. Stroking. The things she could do with her tongue was more than I ever dared dream and she was right, my place did look better with her between my thighs, staring up at me dreamily with my fingers tangled in he hair as she devoured all I had to offer. My one room apartment looked more like the fucking Taj Mahal and I felt like a princess having every imaginable need met to the highest standard.

We spent hours exploring every inch of one another's body. In the chair. Against the wall. On the kitchen counter. All over the floor.

A bed? Who needed a fucking bed?

Never before had I had a lover that could shoot me to the stars, return me to earth in a fit of giggles and then rocket me back into orbit. But alas, all good things must end and so did our night together.

At sunrise she slipped from bed and quietly dressed. I wouldn't let her get away that easy though. I rolled out of bed, pausing to stretch a body that was sore in the most wonderful of ways. As she picked her jacket from the floor, I slipped behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist when she stood. A light trail of kisses were left along her neck and then I whispered, "Think we could do this again sometime?" I hoped beyond hope that she would say yes.

"Maybe." She spun in my arms and looked deep into my eyes with her sparkling ones. "Sometime." A sexy smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. A mouth that had done so many delicious things to me last night and this morning and one I'd love to experience everyday for the rest of my life. Something about her made me feel complete and I never wanted to let her go, but it was time and it was breaking my heart.

Was that even possible after one night?

She kissed me one last time, fully, thoroughly, in such a way that I knew I would fantasize about her for the rest of my days. Maybe, just maybe though, this wouldn't be just a one time thing. Maybe we could be more.

The distance between our bodies grew, though our lips didn't part, not until we'd exhausted all air and remained staring wildly at one another with swollen lips and fingers tangled in hair, chests heaving and libidos begging to pick up where we left off, but it was not to be.

She licked her lips and smiled. A heart melting smile that I was certain could get her anything she ever desired. She certainly had me. "I gotta go. Thank you for an amazing night." Her fingers slipped from my hair, one stopping to brush my cheek as they returned to her side. "Until... sometime," she whispered and gave me one last smile. With a quick turn on her heel, she was gone.

I looked on blankly as she crossed the street. The small diner had just opened its doors and the sun was peeking over the tops of the city. Somehow though, instead of a new day, it felt like darkness had fallen. I hurt. I literally ached. The air was ripped from my chest. I pushed the door shut and leaned against the wall, struggling to keep myself from crumbling to the ground. It was insane right? To have feelings like this for a woman that I knew little about. She was funny and sexy and instinctively knew how to work my body like a symphony of seduction, but that was all. There was no substance. But hell, it would have been a start. Maybe there would be a "sometime."

I needed a drink. I strong one. Six A.M. be damned. I dragged myself to the kitchen and pulled out a glass. As I reached for the bottle of bourbon, a knock at the door kept me from the sweet nectar that would soothe my pain. It had to. I had no other ideas how to numb the feelings I was feeling.

I planned to ignore the unwelcome guest. Nothing good could come from a visit this early, but they didn't take no for an answer.

"Son of a..." I muttered all the way to the door, yanking it open ready to unleash unkind words, until I saw her. Then there were no longer words in my vocabulary.

With two coffees in hand, a small white bag with grease staining its fibers and a shy smile that completely contradicted the sexy, confident woman that walked out ten minutes ago, she had effectively rendered me dumb.

Still, I couldn't help the ridiculous grin that continued to spread across my face until it crinkled my eyes.

She bit her lip and smiled wider at my reaction. Holding up the offered up the goodies, she shrugged. "Sometime?"

Was she kidding? That just became my new favorite word.

"What took you so long?" I reached out, grabbed a fist full of shirt and pulled her back into the house, nearly spilling the coffee as I crushed my lips into hers.

First a whimper. Then a moan. Finally, submission. The bag hit the ground and we fumbled to rid her of the styrofoam cups as we both gave into the need burning inside, giggling ridiculously between stolen kisses.

Those hours turned into days and days into weeks. "Sometime" became "all the time" and now here we were, three years later with her standing across from me in a simple white dress and looking more beautiful than I could ever imagine as she says, "I do" before a room full of friends and relatives.

She was mine and I, hers. No one could ever make me happier. One chance meeting changed everything. I went from the gutter to the top of the world and I would love her, not sometimes, but all the time, until the end of time.

FIN

XXX

Thank you for reading. Hope you liked this one. I enjoyed writing it. Please R&R and let me know what you think!