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Chapter 77: Do What You Do

Summary:Girls Night Out and Boys Night In

Sylvie needed a night off from worrying about 105. After spending the afternoon wrapped up in Matt, exploring fantasies of what kind of offers the condo might fetch and then exploring each other, she emerges from his room in his boxers and flannel shirt. Shay smirks at her from behind the kitchen counter, nursing a longneck bottle of beer.

"You look well mussed," Shay says as she waves a hand over Sylvie from head to toe. "Nice to see Casey's taking proper advantage of your valuable time."

Sylvie blushes and laughs. "It's valuable time, alright, and he manages it very efficiently."

"Good for you, partner," Shay says, offering her a hand for a high five—which Sylvie gladly accepts. "Where's your man now?"

"Passed out. Hard. Guess I wore him out," Sylvie replies with a playfully modest shrug. "I actually came out here to find you."

"To find me?" Shay asks with a quirked brow.

"Yes. I need a girls' night," she declares. "You, me, Stella..."

Shay's expression turns flat. "You, me, Stella, and?"

"Chili?"

"You gotta be shitting me."

"Come on, please?" She asks, with a slight pout. "It'll be good for her to see strong female friendships! I get the impression she hasn't had much of that since her sister left town."

"I don't know," Shay replies with a narrowed gaze. "This is the same woman who's been gossiping behind your back—"

"She apologized for that! And she hasn't done it since!" Sylvie points out, enthusiastically. "Plus, McCall and Hatcher told me to treat her to the 51 Experience and — let's be real — there is no 51 Experience without Leslie Shay."

The corners of Shay's stern lips pull upward into a sardonic smirk. She rolls her eyes with fond annoyance. "God, you're good. Okay, fine. You can invite Chili. We'll start at Molly's at 7 and then hit the hot spots from there."

"Yes!" Brett exclaims, hugging her friend victoriously. "You call Stella and I'll call Chili and then I'm going to go home to get ready! I'm so excited!"

Shay gives her a warning glance. "But if I feel like Chili ever steps out of line or I get a vibe that she's not trustworthy I reserve the right to lecture her."

"If you find that to be the case then lecture away," Sylvie agrees. "I've tried but maybe it'll be better coming from you. Let me go tell Casey what's going on."

She walks back into his bedroom to find him still dozing and smiles softly at him. She crawls into bed next to him and under one of his arms. She reaches up and pushes his hair off of his forehead, where it's fallen after sleeping and some damn good sex.

"Matt," she says, bringing her hand to rest in his cheek. "Wake up."

He doesn't move and she's a second away from trying again, but his arms sneak around her waist and crush her against him. He hides his face in the curve of her neck and she laughs lightly as she feels his lips and tongue claiming a spot she knows holds a faded hickey. Tucking her under him, he rolls over — one hand bending her knee and drawing her leg around his waist.

She gasps when his teeth scrape her skin in a stingless bite. She thought she'd worn him out but the man is apparently insatiable.

His hands grip her bare waist under the flannel shirt and squeeze. One hand starts to travel lower, skimming over her belly button.

She fights through her overwhelming need for him to grab his hand, laughing loudly as she pries it away from her skin. "Matt! I came in here to tell you something."