Payday had finally arrived, so Alana had taken a walk down to Giant Eagle to do some much needed grocery shopping. She used her thrifty ways by focusing on sale items, specifically the good old "ten for" deals. In her mind it was a successful trip, especially since she was actually able to but some fresh fruit for once. Feeling accomplished she carried her bags back up to her apartment, but her smile quickly faded when she saw unfamiliar man waiting at her door. She carried her groceries up the rickety steps and said flatly, "Can I help you?" Lana set the bags on the porch and the tall, lanky man before her flashed a badge. "Are you Miss Snow?"

Not Again. Lana rolled her eyes and fumbled for her keys while saying, "Oh god, what did he do this time officer?" The man seemed taken back by her reaction, but quickly composed himself while answering, "perhaps we should go inside and talk." She unlocked the door and carried her bags inside, and the officer follower her in. "I know the procedure, you check the place while I put my groceries away," she said flatly while heading straight to the kitchen. By the time she had put away her perishable items he was already joining her in the kitchen. "Miss Snow I'm here because we are looking for your brother Tim," he said after clearing his throat, "He hasn't checked in with his probation officer for over a week and there is a warrant out for his arrest for violating his probation."

Lana nodded in acknowledgement and finished putting her groceries away before turning around and saying, "I'm sorry to burst your bubble officer, but I don't keep in contact with my brother. In fact I try to stay away from him." She avoided her brother at all costs; it was him who always sought her out. "I'd suggest checking out the north side near the old Allegheny mall, that's his usual hangout," she said while leaning against the counter, "But if he does come by, What number do you want me to call?" The officer pulled out his card and handed it to her and said, "This sounds like it's not been your first time dealing with the law." Lana tilted her head to the side and said calmly, "Sir, you've seen my brothers rap sheet...that should explain it." It was hard to argue with that fact, so the officer kindly excused himself and left her apartment.

Lana locked her door, flipped on WDVE, and then headed into the shower to get ready for work. As she stood there in the warm water washing her hair he mind wandered to her brother. She knew it was only a matter of time before he got into trouble again, but this time she had a bad feeling she couldn't shake. Throughout the years he had gotten progressively worse. It started as a struggle with weed as a kid, then he dropped out of college and moved onto pills. She had suspected him of selling at one point, but she never had any proof. Either way his habit as out of control, and he was feeding his habit by stealing money from her...and probably in worse ways. He needed help, he needed jail time, and he sure as hell needed to be off the streets before he hurt himself or someone else.

Lana tried to push the feeling away, and instead focused on the music playing in the background. The familiar Nine In Nails song "Closer" played, and the lyrics brought a smile to her face. Her thoughts of her brother were soon replaced with memories of Kris...On the table, in the shower, on the floor. She could feel herself getting turned on at the thought of his body. While she had to work and he had a home game she knew he wouldn't refuse her. She didn't need to have to be alone, stuck thinking about what her brother was doing. No, she could instead have a hot, steamy distraction.

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Kris exited the locker room wearing his suite, tie, and pea-coat. He walked past his teammates after their win against the Senators. As he stepped out into the cold Pittsburgh air he pulled his phone from his travel bag to see one missed call and a new message. Not recognizing the number, he called his voice mail and listened to the message in which a female voice said "Come over tonight." It was her, Lana. It had been nearly a week since their last encounter. To be honest he felt like an addict with the way he craved her body. Each time she gave him something he came back wanting more. Nothing else mattered in his mind now, not the win, not his troubles now that she had called him. So he drove to Southside as fast as he could. When he parked, Kris found himself briskly walking through the cool November air to her apartment, skipping steps on the way up to her door with a sense of urgency.

The second he reached the top she opened the door and he stepped inside. His eyes locked on her as she stood there wearing nothing more than a red silk rope. Lana closed the door, and before he knew it, she had him against the wall. She greeted him by caressing his lips with hers, taking the breathe right from his lungs. In what seemed like a flash, she removed his jacket, loosened his tie, then went straight for his dress shirt. As she slowly undid each button she left a trail of kisses down his chest causing him to moan. "Damn Lana, where did this come from" he managed to muster out. With one hand she unzipped his dress slacks, and the other she pushed him back against the wall. "I'm just hungry for an escape tonight," she said with a sassy tone while her hand reached down his boxers, "But apparently, so are you." She finished undressing him, then rolled the condom over him immediately deciding to skip the foreplay. She surprised him by jumping up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and sliding over-top of him. Lana wrapped her arms around his neck as she whispered, "Tonight I want you to use those strong legs and arms of yours."

Kris was stunned at how demanding she was at first, but a smirk quickly spread on his lips. He held onto her and shifted her back against the wall. It was easy for him to control her lightweight frame, sliding in and out while keeping her body steady with his athletic build. The sensations were even more intense than usual, even though most of the thrusts were shallow at first. Her moans. Those nails digging into his shoulders. It was like pure ecstasy. Lana panted into his ear, "Oh God, so good, keep going." Kris responded by becoming more aggressive, sliding himself in deeper and moving faster each time. She was so wet and he could feel her tightly squeezing around him. It didn't take long for her to let herself go, and she came in a wave that rushed over him. As her muscles tightened around him, he couldn't hold on any longer himself. He let out a groan and let loose feeling his legs slightly buckle as he got off, but he still somehow managed to keep her against the wall.

He slowly lowered her body, and she slid down to stand on her own two feet, still wearing the silk robe. He felt her run her Index finger down his chest as she said with a smirk, "Not what you were expecting, was it?" He pulled her close to him by tugging on the front of her robe while saying, "I've learned to always expect the unexpected from you." She nipped at his lower lip, and he responded by pulling her close into him, his hands clasping onto her perfectly shaped ass. "I hate to do this, but I do have to go soon," he said being the buzkill, "I have to pack up and leave for a short trip to Montreal with Marc and Max."

Normally she would be fine with this, but this time something was different. "Oh," she said with a hint of depression in her voice, "Well that's cool. What are you doing?" He looked at her and said, "It's just a fundraiser for one of Max's charities, nothing big. How about I stay for a bit." Lana shook her head and said, "No if you have to travel it's fine, i just didn't want to be alone tonight...that's all." She didn't want to be alone? Now his curiosity was sparked. Kris calmly smiled and said, "I'll stay. But do you have any food? I'm starving?" She nodded slowly and said, "You're in luck, I went to grocery store today. Help yourself while I go clean up."

Kris threw on his boxers and watched as she walked over to bathroom and shut the door. He walked across the cold floor to her kitchen and looked around, finding a box of generic cereal. After pouring himself a bowl he opened the door and looked inside the practically empty. "I thought you said you went to the store, your fridge looks worse than mine." He grabbed the milk and poured some into his bowl, but something shiny caught his eye in the dim fridge light. As he put the milk away there was a business card that had a name of an officer, with the logo of the Pittsburgh Police and the text Parole Office Division.

"Not everyone had a multimillion dollar contract Kris," she teased while leaving the bathroom, "If you have a problem with my Honey O's then you don't have to eat them." He turned around and walked out of the kitchen with a mouth full of cereal mumbling, "no complaints." She laughed as she crawled under the covers, now dressed in a plain black men's t-shirt. "Geez, you were hungry," Lana teased. He finished his last spoonful and said back, "Hey, It was hard work tonight." He set the bowl on the floor beside the bed and then crawled under the covers with her.

It didn't take Lana long to fall asleep, however he couldn't do the same. Kris laid there and watched as she slept peacefully beside him. It wasn't rocket science why she suddenly didn't want to be alone, and he immediately assumed her brother was involved. He wondered if he should have asked her what was going on, but he knew that if he did that she would push him away. He just hoped that she would keep her promise and tell him if she was in trouble, because he didn't want to see her get hurt.