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Lance Sweets, the youngest psychologist for the FBI and certified profiler sat alone in the Founding Fathers. Sitting at the bar by himself he was lost in his own thoughts. His glass held up to his lips as though he was about to take a drink, but his hand only lingered there as he dwelled in his own self pity. He wasn't looking for sympathy, only a quiet night to get his head straight. A faint, yet potent scent of floral filled his nostrils. His tired gaze turned to see who the smell was coming from, Lance didn't mean to stair for as long as he had, but he felt himself lost in a trap as he admired the beautiful woman who was leaning over the bar top beside himself.

Drinking in every detail Sweets was in 'awh', or perhaps he only thought that way because of the alcohol? Whatever it was he was infatuated by the young woman. Her silky smooth hair that hung below her shoulders felt warm and inviting, the clear complexion of her sink that glowed in the dim lighting sent shivers up his spine and to top it all off was the wispy, long, white dress that came just above her knees. She was an angel in his eyes. "Drinking alone?" Sweets cleared his throat as he tried starting up a conversation with this bewitching creature.

The woman turned to face Lance and to him this was the cherry on top of it all. Her eyes were deep and soulful, there was a slight twinkle in her iris that just sent Sweets off the rails. "So you are." The young woman gave Lance a mischievous smile in return as she stated the obvious to him with pride in her tone. Sweets could only let out a soft chuckle and a slight shake of the head, "Very observant."

Once the woman's beverage was ready she shuffled over to take a seat in the stool that was across from Lance. He only watched as her dress slid up her legs after taking a seat, turning his whole body to face her. "Do I look that lonely?" The young psychologist commented, moving to rest his chin in his hand. "No, but I am and you seem sweet." The girl retaliated, using her straw to stir the ice around in her glass.

'Sweet' Lance thought to himself, butterflies starting to turn in his stomach. He would never admit it, but he was easily flustered. "Well, you're just fascinating." Sweets attempted to flirt, noticing the faintest brush of red dusting over the woman's cheeks.

The two shared their time together tanking down drinks and shamelessly flirting with each other. Time was an enigma to Sweets, one minute he was laughing and flirting away with the woman across from him, the next the two of them were outside. Lance had her pinned up against the wall outside of the Founding Fathers, the air was nippy but barely noticeable. At some point they had decided to ditch the drinks and ended up outside aggressively making out with each other.

Lance savoured every millisecond of their time together. Her touch was soft and gentle with a hint of desperation as she clung and clawed into his shirt and hair. Lance let out a husky moan against her lips, bringing her in closer and pulling up her leg to wrap around his hips. Sliding his hand up under her dress the psychologist caressed her thigh before giving it a tight squeeze, her plump, moist lips groaning against his. He was in utter bliss. He wanted this moment to last forever, but just as they were getting a little too into each other they were cut off by a phone ringing.

Groaning Lance pulled back as the woman moved her hand to retrieve her phone from her bag. "Shit... I-I gotta go" she stated as she frantically tried to move away, "no! You can't go..." Sweets protested as he looked her in the eyes, "I-I mean... I don't want you to go." He pulled her in closer. Planting another kissing on her lips, this time it was more gentle and passionate rather than rough and heated. The woman sighed, looking up as Lance as she drew circles around his chest with her finger tips. "I promise we'll meet again. I can feel it."

It wasn't long until Sweets was standing outside the Foundation Fathers by himself, fixing his tie and tucking in his shirt as he sighed to himself. That's when he realized something, he didn't even know her name.