"Annnnnndddd on today's episode of Fixer Upper..."

"Hey, Pretty Girl, what're you doing here?" Morgan greeted you, standing in the middle of an old house he was restoring.

You held up a bottle of red wine, "Rossi said he was supposed to come help you today, but he ended up having a special guest last night. So he sent me with the goods."

"Classic Rossi," he chuckled, "No offense, but I didn't take you as the house-restoring type."

You raised your hands up in mock surrender, "You got me. I know my way around a hammer, just not this kind."

Morgan shook his head at you with a smirk, "Well I assume you came here to learn?"

You shrugged, "As long as we get to this," you held up the wine once again, "at some point, I'm you're to teach."

"That's an offer I can't refuse," he smiled.

You grinned, setting down the bottle, "So where do we start?"

He handed you a pair of clear protective goggles, then taught you how to properly hold a hammer.

"Okay, so right now, what we want to do is take down this wall to open up the main living area to the entryway," he explained, "You see this sledgehammer? How the handle is longer?"

You nodded along.

"So what you're going to do," he stood behind you and turned your body so your side was facing the wall, "Is wrap your hands around it kind of like you would a baseball bat. Just be careful, cause it's pretty heavy."

He handed you the sledge hammer and you held it like he told you to. He gently lowered your arms so they were perpendicular to your body. Once you were in position, he pressed himself ever so slightly against your back, his arms wrapping around you and hands covering yours to teach you how to swing it. Your heart rate picked up at the feeling of his body heat radiating onto you.

"So you're going to give one quick, clear swing," he said, easing your arms back and helping you practice in slow motion, "Once you think you're ready, just take all your pent up stress or frustration and go for it."

You took a deep breath and nodded, "Alright, I think I got it."

He released you slowly and stepped back, out of your way. You steadied yourself for a moment before bringing the hammer back and clean through the wall with a loud crack!

You turned to Morgan, grinning giddily. His face was stunned.

"How was that?"

He gulped, "Keep that up, babygirl, and the walk won't be the only thing getting smashed."

You both burst out laughing. His advances didn't bother you. The heavy flirtation was all a part of your friendship with Morgan. Even if you secretly wished the relationship would go further...

No one could blame you for your crush. He was an FBI agent with the body of a super model and a charming personality that could win any girl's heart in seconds. Add that to his fiercely caring and compassionate side, plus his hobby of hard physical labor? Swoon.

Did he really have a right to look that good while dripping sweat in a grey Henley and sawdust covered jeans?

You pushed those thoughts away pulled yourself back to the present, giving the hammer a playful swing, "You're such a tease, Derek Morgan."

"You love it," he winked, picking up a hammer for himself so he could join you on the opposite end of the wall.

Cranking up some rock n' roll in the background to fuel your adrenaline, the two of you worked at the wall for the next couple of hours. Morgan taught you how to use other tools (no, not that tool sadly) until finally, it was completely and safely down.

You made sure there weren't any nails or other appliances beneath you before plopping down on the ground, chest heaving and whole body sweating. You hung your head as you caught your breath, waving for Morgan's attention.

"Wine. Now."

He just chuckled, disappearing further into the house before returning with two glasses in hand. He sat down next to you, legs outstretched, and poured the wine.

"A toast," he said as he handed it to you, "to our hard work paying off."

You made a noise of agreement, almost too tired to speak, clinking your glass with his. You took a sip, allowing the red liquid to quench your thirst and relax your mind.

"You know," he said, "I think I may have finally found the perfect restoration partner."

"Oh, really?" You teased, "Who might that be?"

He smiled, "I'm serious, I don't let people join me that often. Rossi is an exception because he always brings the good drinks. I think of these projects as kind of my own space."

"I'm honored," you giggled, "But you did most of the work. All I did was swing a hammer and badly operate a...what was that big cutter thing called?"

"A reciprocating saw?" He chuckled.

"Yeah that," you smiled.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he gave you a playful poke in the side, "You were great. I think you have real potential."

"Potential? So you mean I'm not going to be on HGTV anytime soon?" You pouted.

He shuffled closer to you, and your breath hitched, "Not quite yet. I think you're going to have to come back and let me teach you a few more things."

He drew even closer, and you hoped he couldn't see the heat rising to your cheeks, "You mean I have to spend the day with you again? Bummer."

He glanced down at your lips then back up at your eyes, "Am I really that bad of company to have?"

You gave a small hum, pretending to think while being completely mesmerized by how close he was to you, "Depends."

"On what?" He asked, now so close you could feel his breath fanning across your face.

A surge of confidence rushed through you.

"On whether or not you kiss me right now."

Not needing to be told twice, he licked his lips quickly before capturing yours with his.

In a moment, all your senses were overwhelmed entirely by Derek Morgan. The taste of his full lips on yours. The rough texture of his work-calloused hand on the smooth skin of your cheek, of his short facial hairs prickling against your chin. The intoxicating smell of his cologne mingled with the scent of his sweat, that for some reason wasn't off-putting. The sound of your heavy breaths against one another creating a symptoms with the Journey song playing in the background.

You didn't want it to end.

And obviously, neither did he. His pace against your lips grew feverish, desperate. You reciprocated the same energy, allowing him to gently lower you down and shift so that he was on top of you without breaking contact.

You ran your fingers over the smooth top of his head, down his neck, and rested them on his back. You pulled him impossibly closer as he slipped his tongue past your lips. Your tongues danced and flicked against each other eagerly before he pulled away, breathless.

He rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, "Where's your head at right now, babygirl?"

You groaned, "Can that question wait?"

He sighed, pushing himself up so he was sitting back on his knees, then pulling you to sit up with him, "I need to know mamas. Cause that line we just crossed? We have to decide if it's a one time thing or a serious thing. There is no in between, not with our jobs."

You swallowed thickly, closing your eyes to gather your thoughts, "You're right. How are you feeling?"

"No, no, no," he smiled, tucking a trash hair out of your face, "I asked you first."

You leaned into his hand, pouting, "Fine. I don't want it to be a one time thing. But please don't feel pressured to agree with me just because you don't want to hurt my feelings."

"I wouldn't do that to you," he reassured you, "I don't want this to be a one time thing either. I just can't believe it took us this long."

You giggled wrapping your arms around his shoulders lazily, "So I'm not the only one who felt all that steamy tension between us?"

Morgan smirked, chuckling breathily, "Oh, I felt it alright. I just hope you can handle allllllll of this."

You tipped your head back, laughing as he gestured to himself, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

You gave his chest a pat, "How about we get something to eat and then find out? All this action today has me starved."

He rose to his feet offering his hand to you. You took it graciously and he helped you to your feet.

"Let me just pack up the tools and stuff and we can go anywhere you like."

You nodded, picking up the wine glasses and walking them back to the kitchen, already looking forward to many more restorations turned - make out sessions with your man.