Disclaimer: "Scarecrow and Mrs. King" is copyrighted to Warner Brothers and Shoot the Moon Productions. I retain rights to the plot, but not the characters. This story is meant for enjoyment purposes only. No infringement is intended.

Author's note: Okay, so this is the start of a completely shameless project inspired by an amazing writer of "Gilmore Girls" fanfic, Mags68. She wrote this incredibly believable series of one-shot called "Slip of the Tongue" in which she took much of the innuendo of that show to manipulate Luke and Lorelai into bed in many episodes of the series long before they were a couple. I thought since SMK has also contains a ton of innuendo, that there would be a lot that I could play with to do the same for Lee and Amanda. I plan to take all episodes in order and do just that. They will be all posted as one long 88-chapter story.

Chapter One-What Are You Wearing

"The First Time"

The whirlybird still wobbled precariously as Amanda tried to figure out how to land it. "How do I land this damn thing?" she shouted with a glance over to Lee.

"Hey, look out!" Lee shouted back as they swerved dangerously close to a large tree's trunk. He shut his eyes again, preparing himself for the inevitable.

Amanda quickly adjusted their course and missed the tree by mere inches. "I need some help here!" she yelled to him to make herself heard over the din of the helicopter.

At not hearing the crash he'd expected, he opened his eyes again. "I don't know how the hell you think I can help with my hands tied behind my back," he fired back and rolled his eyes at her. What did she expect from him?

"Couldn't you just talk me through it," Amanda suggested with a hopeful expression on her face.

"Great," Lee grumbled as he glanced out the window and saw cars arriving and agents piling out of them to apprehend Mrs. Welch and her cronies. He then turned back to Amanda. "How the hell am I supposed to talk you through it?"

"If I knew the answer to that, I wouldn't need your help," Amanda retorted as if that should be obvious since the helicopter still swerved and dipped all over the place under her inexperienced hand. She was doing the best she could with the minimal instruction he'd given her, but what did he really expect from her? It wasn't as if she'd ever flown a damned helicopter before.

"Oh, jeez," Lee muttered under his breath. While he was grateful to Amanda for her coming in to rescue him, he couldn't believe that his life was now in the hands of a simple housewife whose closest brush with danger up to now was tangling with a nosy neighbor. He couldn't help thinking that she'd saved him from one possible death trap, just to lead him into another. He attempted his normal act of running a frustrated hand through his hair, but then remembered that he couldn't because his hands were still tightly bound behind his back. Instead, he took a deep breath, let it out slowly to calm himself, and then gave Amanda the instructions the best that he could for how to get them on the ground.

After a few more near misses with trees and nearly smacking into the roof of the house, the helicopter was finally safely resting on the ground on the back side of the house. "We made it!" Amanda crowed in triumph with a bright smile on her face and looked over at Lee to see that he had his eyes tightly shut again. Now, that they were no longer in the air, Amanda thought she should try her hand again at undoing the knot from hell and scooted over to do so.

When Lee felt Amanda so close to him, his eyes snapped open and he hissed, "What the hell are you doing?' as he looked up to see her standing slightly hunched over him, one leg on each side of him and felt her hands fumbling near his backside.

"Well, you don't want to stay tied up, do you?" she questioned him in a tone that said it should be obvious what she was trying to do. She shook her head and rolled her eyes at him. Where was his gratitude? Hadn't she just risked life and limb to rescue his sorry ass? Would it be too much for a simple 'thank you,' to escape his lips? She came to the conclusion that he just had not been taught proper manners, not only in this, but in the way he'd poked fun at her and tried to dismiss her when she was only trying to help him keep his job.

"Oh, right," Lee nodded as he began shifting uncomfortably in the tight quarters, her nearness provoking a reaction in him that he handed expected. The way that she was leaning over him, nearly straddling his lap, her hands behind him, working on the knots on each side of his hips was also working up his imagination, among other things. He could smell her perfume, her shampoo, the sweet scent that was all Amanda. He shifted again which he realized instantly was the wrong thing to do because it knocked her off-balance parking her squarely in his lap.

"Oh," was Amanda's only reply. Landing in Lee's lap, coming face to face with him, she was startled to see a hazy look in his eyes, a look that resembled a look of desire. Was it possible that her proximity to him was affecting him the same way as his nearness to her was affecting her? No, she thought. That would be the last thing on his mind...with her anyway. She was far from his type. In the mere few days that she'd known him, she'd already figured out that he'd go for the no-strings-attached type and she definitely came with strings...two of them...three if you counted her live-in mother. She tore her gaze from his and leaned forward again to reach for the ropes that bound him and let out a small gasp as that movement brought her hands in closer contact with the bulge in his pants.

Lee caught on to her reaction to his now almost-painful erection and smiled impishly as her shaking hands once again reached behind him for the knots, brushing against his ass as she did so. It was good to know that he wasn't the only one affected by their physical closeness. He couldn't resist teasing her with her head so close to his. He whispered huskily in her ear, "Find something you like?"

Amanda shuddered slightly, his low voice in her ear working on her like a soft caress. She pulled her head back to look at him again only to find his face painfully close to hers, their lips inches apart. No, she decided. She hadn't mistaken that smoky look of desire in his eyes. Before she could contemplate it further, they moved to meet each other. Their kiss was a fiery clash of lips and tongues; both were breathing heavily as they explored each other. A soft moan escaped her lips at the feel of his lips on hers, his manhood pressed against her, her hands still on his rear end.

Lee's mind was awash with sensation at the feeling of his mouth on Amanda's, his tongue dueling with hers, while her nimble hands were still working at the ropes near his ass. Not satisfied with just kissing her and wanting to touch her, he attempted to help her with the ropes, their fingers tangling together, just as their tongues were.

Amanda pulled back from their kiss as the last of the knots came loose and shouted victoriously, "Got it!" as she held up the offending rope, her breath still shallow from their heated kisses. She made a move to scramble away, but found herself held fast by Lee's now freed hands on her hips, pulling her roughly against his erection. "Lee, we should-" her words were quickly cut off by his mouth on hers again, one of his hands tangling in her hair, the other tugging at the scarf around her neck, just before he lowered his lips to her neck, nipping at the tender pulse point. She let out another low moan at the contact as he suckled her neck, his hands now sliding under her skirt to caress her thighs. How did he know just where to touch her to set her on fire? Never one to be passive, she tugged at his already loosened tie and pulled it out of the way, lowering her lips to his partially exposed chest.

"Oh," Lee groaned at the feel of her lips on his skin as she rocked against him while he worked on the buttons of her blouse, exposing her further to him, cupping her lace-covered breasts in his hands. He was surprised by her initiative and was further surprised to feel her hands undoing his pants sliding her hands inside to free his erection from the confines of his boxers.

"What was it you said, right hand on the throttle, left hand on the stick," she said in a seductive voice as she stroked him with one hand and gripped his butt with the other. "Or was it the other way around?"

"I don't remember, but you're doing pretty good with the right hand on the stick," he fired back emitting another low groan as she boldly ran her hand up and down his length. He slid his hands back under her skirt, this time slipping one hand inside her damp panties to stroke her center causing her to cry out at his exploratory touch. He cast a devilish grin her way at hearing her reaction.

"Your left hand on the throttle's pretty good too," she whispered raspily in his ear as she nipped at his neck with her teeth. The harder he stroked her, the harder, she sucked at his neck and he seemed to like it that way because his groans of pleasure grew louder.

Lee shifted to bring their hips closer together, sliding her panties aside as he guided himself into her causing them both to cry out at the connection. Lee found that he was further surprised by her as she used her legs on either side of him to push him deeper into her. "Oh, Amanda," he groaned at the feeling of her wrapped around him. He gripped her head and pulled her to him for another fierce kiss as she began to ride him just as he raised his hips up to meet her. He didn't know if it was the near-death experience, the adrenaline rush that came with it, or if it was just Amanda, but he felt as if he couldn't get close enough to her, couldn't get deep enough inside of her.

Amanda, relishing the feeling of Lee inside her, wanted more and gripping his ass firmly to increase the pace, tore her mouth from his and cried out, "more throttle, more stick," mimicking his words from earlier.

"More, huh?"He replied as he slipped his hand between them again, stroking her as he met her thrust for thrust until her heard her screaming out her release, felt her tightening around him, bringing on his own release and leaving them both panting and gasping for breath as they shuddered against each other. Amanda's head was cradled against his shoulder as they rode out the wave together, sputtering and gasping for breath.

They were both silent for a moment while attempting to cool down after their frenzied coupling. When Amanda finally raised her head to look at him again, to break the tension of the moment, she quipped, "Well, I have to say that was my most exciting helicopter ride ever."

Lee laughed and then he began lightly fingering the scarf still haphazardly slung around her neck. In a more earnest tone that he had earlier, he inquired, "So, what is this thing you're wearing anyway?"

"Well, thanks to you, I'm only half wearing it now," she fired back with a teasing grin as she glanced down at her open blouse.

"Amanda," he scolded in exasperation as she pulled away from him and scrambled back to her own seat.

Amanda chuckled and questioned, "Weren't you ever a scout?"

"This may have escaped your attention, but I'm not exactly the Boy Scout type."

"Good thing," she said with a smile. "A den mother would have a hell of a time with someone like you in her...troop." Boy, is that ever an understatement, she mused.

"Well, you didn't seem to mind me being in your..." He shot her a devilish grin. "...troop...a minute ago."

Their conversation was interrupted with a cry of, "There they are!"

"Oh, crap," Lee said as Amanda pulled her blouse closed and began to do up buttons he'd undone while Lee scrambled to right his own clothing before a team of agents arrived at the helicopter and would catch onto what they'd been up to.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

The next day, Lee found himself partially amused, and partially annoyed by the woman rambling beside him and the fact that Billy had just offered her a job working beside him. He hadn't anticipated that. He'd expected that his association with her would end when her debriefing did. Instead, he was now faced with the idea that he was going to be forced to see her again on a regular basis. He'd been so lost in his thoughts that he'd missed the question Amanda had just asked him until he caught her staring at him expectantly.

"What?" he said.

"I was asking if you had a good vegetable man," Amanda said.

"Oh, well, I...uh...I don't eat at home very much," he replied awkwardly, knowing that she was the home-cooked meal type. Could their two worlds mesh? Not in a million years, he shook off that thought. After a beat, he said, "Listen, Amanda, about what happened in the helicopter. It...uh...you know was just...two people reaching out to each other to feel alive after a near-death experience...that doesn't mean we need to make a big deal about it."

"Oh, I know," Amanda said with a firm nod.

"And it will never happen again, right?"

"Right," Amanda agreed. "I mean, after all, I do have a boyfriend."

"Oh, right, you do, don't you?" He said feeling a little deflated, not at all liking the idea of another man touching her the way that he had. He shook his head as if that motion would shake off that nagging thought. "You...uh...didn't tell him...I mean...about us?"

She stopped in her tracks, whipped around toward him and glowered at his presumptuousness. "Let's got one thing straight, there is no us. Like you already said it was just two people-"

"I know what I said," Lee snapped cutting her off. He just hadn't expected her to so readily agree with him. He was used to just the opposite; women who wanted more after they'd been with him and that was when he was ready to call it quits. Was that what it was? The reason that he was already so fascinated with her? She didn't seem to care one way or another whether she ever saw him again. Was that why he found her so intriguing? Was it the fact that he couldn't coax her or beguile her into his bed? After all, like he'd said, their encounter, as good as it had been, had been completely unplanned and just two people seeking the comfort of the nearest available body.

"And I agreed. Besides, how would I explain something like that to Dean, anyway? Oh, by the way, while you were out of town, I hooked up with a spy and since we nearly got killed together, we have a moment of reckless passion in a helicopter? He'd just think it was a big joke."

Lee couldn't help but laugh and said, "Right, that wouldn't sound very believable would it?" He wondered though, did SHE see it and see him as a big joke? She'd made a couple of cracks already during their time together about what she thought spies were all about.

"No, I don't think he ever needs to know. I mean, we both just agreed that it would never happen again, so I think it's best if we just forget it ever happened and move on, especially since we're going to be working together now." She nodded firmly. The last thing that she needed was to get swept up in the passion of a meaningless fling that was bound to get her heart broken again. Better to just agree to end it now and admit that it had just been a simple moment of human weakness and nothing more.

"Right," Lee nodded back, "Fine with me."

"Fine with me too," Amanda echoed his words, a little downhearted that he'd agreed so willingly, but at the same time a bit relieved that he didn't want to pursue anything further with her. How would she explain him to her family when she couldn't even explain the adventure they'd just been on together.

"Good," Lee said trying not to let his disappointment show.

"Good," Amanda parroted with a bright smile belying the conflicting emotions within her, knowing that after her wild tumble with Lee, there was no way she'd ever be able to be fully satisfied by Dean again, but also knowing that he was the safer choice as Lee's life was just too dangerous. It was better this way.

"Good," Lee repeated.

"You said that already," Amanda said.

"Well, I just thought it was worth saying again. So, we're agreed. We're never gonna' let it happen again, right?"

"Absolutely right," she stated adamantly with far more conviction than she felt. Who are you kidding, a voice in her head taunted. All he'd have to do is touch you again and you'd melt like butter on hot-off-the-griddle pancakes.

"And we never need to talk about this again?" he probed, hoping that she'd argue with him...at least a little.

"Nope," Amanda replied. "You'll never hear a word from me about it again."

They walked in silence until they reached Amanda's car, both lost in their own thoughts.