Title: Winning (And Losing) A Bet (Written by Jo) Pairing: Ben Roethlisberger/Matt Hasselbeck Rating: PG13 Summary: When David Letterman gets involved... Part Five of The Bet Series. Disclaimer: This so never happened. Author's notes: Yes, again, I'm blaming it all on Brenda. Though, in all honesty, it's probably more David Letterman's fault. Quiet footsteps undercut the faint roar of water beating against the bathroom tile. Broad shoulders shrug. Then, with an almost too casual flip of the wrist, a jacket -- smoke gray pale linen -- drapes over the back of the chair. Keys jingle. A quiet creak, a soft thunk, and the water stops. Long fingers reach to scratch at scruff that's no longer there, then hazel-green eyes look up and blink. "What the hell happened to you?" There's an answer there, but it's frozen. Stuck in place by the sight of water trailing over a muscular chest, down a flat stomach. And the towel… Man, tiny hotel towels should be illegal, especially if they're going to drape around exquisitely lean hips. There's an answer, yes, but not the one expected. Instead, it's the muffled thud of a bare back hitting the wall, the faint, breathless growl as lips cover lips. Nevermind that the suit's getting wet. It'll dry. Even that's forgotten as the towel drops, warm skin filling seeking palms. Blunt fingers stroke over newly smooth skin. "Well?" Husky and soft. Nice. "Letterman." "He shaved you?" White teeth flash in a quick grin. "Yeah." "Y'know…I like it." "Yeah?" "Oh, yeah…" Onto Place Your Bets If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!