The Last Closed Door

Author's Note: This fanfic picks up after the last episode of Moonlight. After the door closes, well...we all knew what was going to happen (aka the last closed door as an official un-couple). This won't be a one shot; it'll keep going, especially since Ben Talbot got "The List". Alternating point of views.

Mick POV

The soft light of the new day glimmered through the windows, drifting softly onto Beth's bed, dancing on her closed eyes. Mick couldn't believe he was here with her—it seemed too good to really, truly be true.

Then again, he argued with himself, last night seemed that way as well. And, oh, was last night good. And not just good—amazing. He kept watching her as she opened her eyes, smiling a rather sleepy smile.

Beth POV

Mick. Mick. Mick. Mick. How delightfully yummy that gaze was. She love it—this gaze she sometimes saw out of the corner of her eye; and now here. That gaze that told her she was the one he wanted. Yum. He smiled at her, probably at the hungry gaze in her eyes.

"Hey," she said.

"Morning."

"So..."

"So..."

"I wish we could stay here all day. Just right here, in each others arms. Like the whole world was just you and me, in here."

"Mmm...if only."

Alas, Beth's phone rang just that moment.

"Well, there goes that," Mick sighed and rolled over as Beth turned, grabbing her phone from the bedside table.

"Argh," Beth muttered.

"Don't tell me--"

"It's work."

"Great." Mick sighed. He sat up as she answered.

After a short conversation of "Yup's" ending with a "I'll be there", Beth hung up.

"I'm sorry, I have to go."

"What case is it?"

"I don't know; he didn't tell me."

"That's odd," Mick replied. "Well, I should probably leave before I melt."

"Hah. Very funny," Beth said, rolling her eyes. "You know, there is a reason, why I keep it freezing here."

"As grateful as I am for that, the day is coming in."

"You know,if you turned me, we could just get a double freezer..."

Mick rolled his eyes. "All you have to do is ask, you know."

Beth laughed, then got up, despite Mick's protests. "Come on! I have to go to work."

"Work, smirk."

"You're just jealous that I'm working with Talbot."

"I resent that. You know I could just get a freshie."

Beth's heart skipped a beat. This was just the fear that kept her up on those dark, lonely nights alone. "You wouldn't do that,"she said as she smacked him with her pillow.

Mick laughed, then did his supernatural thing—before Beth knew what happened, she was up against the headboard, locked into position by iron-hard hands, Mick's lips perusing her collarbone. She closed her eyes, relishing his touch. As she had said, yum...