This is my take on what happens in the time following 9x10 - beginning with the fade to black.

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I could hardly breathe. I felt as if the air that was in my lungs had turned to concrete and settled - trapping me from inhaling or exhaling.

Somehow, I managed to remain upright - for the time being anyway. All at once, a warm rush filled my body. My skin began to tingle as if I had

been on the verge of frostbite. My heart began to beat faster, my breath finally returned, ragged and needy. I gasped one last breath. I felt like

I was drowning - I wanted to. I didn't want to open my eyes. The feeling inside me, one of pure ecstasy - a feeling I hadn't felt in months.

Finally, I open my eyes and he is still holding me, kissing and caressing me. His breath hitches and he begins to speak. Before any words can fall

from his swollen lips, I replace those words with my own swollen lips. It has been far too long. It is no time for apologies, words or anything

other than intimate contact.

I begin to walk backwards, still connected at the lips, his hands grasping me and I manage to pull him into the tent

before we collapse onto the ground. What seems like an eternity later, we are laying face to face, nothing between us but the skin covering our

very beings. I have dreamed of this moment for months. Lustful urges begin to overtake the both of us. I crawl on top of him, careful to not break

the steely stare of his blue eyes. His arms wrap around me pulling me closer. I lean down to kiss him again, beginning at his lips continuing all

the way down his chest. I lay my head on his chest above his heart and hear the familiar song his heart beats out. I lift myself up until I have

my legs drawn up on either side of his body. This all feels so familiar, but very different.

I inch myself down onto his aching erection. For a brief moment, I hang in the balance between pleasure and pain - the feeling of him inside

me is almost too much to bear. He raises his hands and cups my breasts, caressing them as if they are Faberge eggs - delicate and beautiful.

Pulling me closer he whispers, "Sara….I-I-I…love you. I need you more than I have ever realized." His soft whispered tone matches the slow and

rhythmic pace of our lovemaking. He holds me close to his chest, momentarily the thrusting ceases as he rolls me onto my back. He is starring at

me, intently - full of passion. I gaze into his eyes, words begin to form sentences…"Gil, I love you. I want and need you. I've done without you for

far too long." His reply is one that calms my heart. "Sara, you are my life now. I've chosen. My decision, is forever."

His hands, wrapped around the small of my back pull me closer as he enters me again. Filling my innermost places and thoughts with

only love, he quickens his thrusting and I match him as I lift my hips toward him with each frantic thrust. I notice his eyes are clouded with love,

lust and passion. His steely stare seems to peer through me, into my soul. No words need to be spoken because our bodies are speaking

fluently in the same language. I am almost at the edge of oblivion - the point where my body can no longer fight against the pleasure that his

body is delivering. I can sense that he is close as well. His breathing, shallow coupled with a deep throaty moan lets me know that this intimate

dance is almost at it's end. He begins to kiss me ardently, hands groping, drawing me closer to him. My own rush, building I drive my hips

toward him, meeting his now exasperating thrusts as we enter a maddening and frantic pace. I close my eyes, wanting to sear this memory in

my mind forever. My muscles contract around him as months of pent up sexual tension wash away. I feel him pulse inside me, completely

emptying himself, filling me with a part of him. Moments pass, as our breathing returns to normal.

Lying there with his head on my chest, my fingers aimlessly stroking his back, I sigh a deep and contented sigh. His eyes wander to

meet mine and he asks, "Sara, would you spend forever with me as my beloved wife?" I blink back tears, my throat begins to ache to answer….

"Yes, yes Gil I would spend forever with you. Forever and eternity." We roll over so that we are side by side facing each other. His glare steady,

I inch towards him and whisper these words in his ear, "Gilbert, I want you to take me home - wherever that is. That's where I want to go." He

strokes me tenderly and replies, "Home is where we make it….." and with that I catch my breath and realize that truer words have never been

spoken.