A/N: Okay, I've on a Sean Bean movie binge lately, so I thought I would start a story with him...I liked him in National Treasure, that's why I went with it.

There will be some implied sexual stuff, but nothing to get worked up about. There will also be cursing...just a heads up.


I was woken up one morning by the sun streaming through the bedroom window. Curse the sun. It woke me up around eight o'clock morning. And that's pretty damn early for me, on a day when I don't have to work...for once. I went to roll onto my back, but realized I couldn't move. An arm was lazily slung around my waist, while another was under my head. A body pressed up against my back.

Then I remembered; how could I forget!

Ian was sleeping soundlessly behind me. I could feel his soft breath on the back of my neck as he continued sleeping.

I went to turn my head to see if I could wake him up, but found I was unable to move me head as well.

A small moan came out of him and the arm that was around my waist tightened.

I elbowed him in the ribs as best I could. I had to get to work on cleaning up our apartment somewhat, and he wasn't letting me do that.

Ian groaned and I felt him lift up his head.

"What's the rush, Alex?" he asked, looking down at me through half open eyes.

Out of the four years Ian and I had known each other, and we'd been dating, I've always liked the way my name rolled off his tongue...and his accent made it sound even better. I could just melt every time.

Anyway...

"In case you have forgotten, we're going to have some company for the next day," I said, finally able to lie on my back.

"Ah, yes, the treasure..." he said, staring out of the window.

I looked out of the window, then back to Ian.

"Hello? Earth to Ian," I said waving my hand in front of his face.

That did it.

Ian looked down at me and grinned evilly.

Uh oh.

"Ian..." I warned.

"Alex," he murmured.

Shit, why'd he have to do that? Why'd he have to say my name?

Still grinning he placed his upper body over mine and slowly lowered his head. Our lips met in a gentle kiss, but Ian pulled back all too soon.

"I hate it when you do that," I whispered to him as he hovered mere inches above my face.

"And yet, I love it...you," he replied with a grin, and flopped back down on the bed.

I used this as my chance to get up. Going to the foot of the bed, I grabbed my blue terry cloth robe and threw it on over my pajamas. (Ian was watching me the whole time.) Then I took the few strides to the window and opened the curtains more, hearing a loud groan behind me. I looked over to the bed and saw Ian with a pillow over his head.

"What's your problem?" I mocked.

"...sun...evil..." were the only words I could understand.

"Yeah, well, you're not a vampire, so get used to it," I said going to him and ripping the pillow away from his head. I took mine also so he wouldn't be tempted. He slapped his hand over his eyes.

"I'm going to take a shower," I said going to my dresser and pulling out some clothes.

Ian takes his hand away from his eyes.

"What? No invitation?" he asked, with a cheeky grin, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Not this time. You should start cleaning this place," I smirked, returning his evil favor from earlier.

"I hate it when you say 'no'," he said.

"That's not very often, is it?"

"That is very true."

Ian all out smiled now. His smile also had the same effect on me as when he said my name. I had to grin at him.

Before he got any ideas that would postpone my attempts to clean the rest of the day, I slipped out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Ian had a little habit of walking in the bathroom when I was in the shower. Not that I mind most of the time...

When I got out of the shower, I put on my clothes and did whatever I had to do in the bathroom.

Emerging from the bathroom, I went back to the bedroom to put my pajamas and robe on the bed. Ian was no longer in the bed and I actually wondered if he listened to me when I said to start cleaning. Probably not, but it was worth a shot.

Going out into the living room, I started picking up the random newspapers and magazines that littered the floor and furniture.

Our apartment wasn't that messy or disorganized, but when I know people are coming over, I want everything to at least look tidy. I hate cleaning to begin with, so we tried to keep the place from turning into an A-bomb test site.

Of course Ian didn't water the plants in the window, so I had to do that as well. Then I wondered if he fed the fish.

I went into every room in the apartment looking for Ian to ask him about the fish. Of course he was in the last room I looked; in the kitchen.

He was leaning with his back against the counter and a bowl of cereal in his hand. At least he was dressed.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the door frame, crossing one foot over the other. I stood there until he noticed me.

When he did notice me, he was in mid-chew of the cereal. He stopped, set the bowl down on the counter behind him, and walked over to me; he swallowed the food in his mouth before he even took two strides.

"Something I can help you with?" he asked, placing one of his hands on my hip.

"Did you feed the fish?" I asked, not moving from my position, and flicked my head in the direction of the fish tank around the corner.

"Yes, I fed the fish," he mocked. "Before I fed myself, the lucky fish," he added.

"Oh, you poor thing. The fish, who can't even feed themselves, got fed mere seconds before you did," I teased with a grin.

Ian put his other hand on my other hip and pulled me into him, making me grab his upper arms. His arms then snaked around my waist holding me even tighter to him. At this point, I had to tilt my head back a bit to look at him.

"You're bad," he murmured, brushing his lips against mine.

"I'm bad to the bone, honey," I said just as quietly, trying not to laugh at my clichéd remark, and running a hand through his shaggy hair.

Whatever I did, it made him kiss me with such passion, I almost went weak in the knees.

He then picked me up and took me back to the bedroom, where, well, I'll leave that to your imagination. Let's just say I didn't get to do the cleaning that I wanted to that day...

A/N: I'd just like to thank my friend for proofreading this for me...reviews containing constuctive criticism would be appreciated...