Herrooo derr! Here's the next installment in Megan and Dov's fast evolving relationship. Now, keep in mind that this fic (or at least the beginning) is taking place on the same morning/day/evening that the other coppers go shopping. I tied everything in to the other chapters, but I just want to make sure that no one gets confused!

Thanks in advance for any reviews/constructive criticism left! x

Oh, and be aware, there's sexy time in this. Probably throughout the whole fic. Just sayin'.

(The first bit in italics is from where I left off with them, in 'Perfect'.)

Done with Waiting

"You are perfect." His words were so quiet, she wasn't even sure she heard him right. But she knew right then, what she would say back.

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

"What?" He whispered, leaning over her with wide eyes. Terrified, she realized that she may have just ruined this unorthodox but life saving romance. All she could manage was a teary eyed nod.

"I think I'm falling in love with you." She repeated, almost inaudibly. The room was silent, as she held her breath, only able to see the outline of his face in the dark. She wasn't able to see his surprised expression change to one of pure joy and relief, as he fell back onto the bed.

"Oh thank God." He began to laugh, placing one hand on his chest and finding her hand with the other, lacing their fingers together. "I'm pretty sure I fell in love with you last week." He laughed in disbelief, turning his head to look at her smiling, but confused face.

"Really?" She began to laugh too.

"Yeah. We were in the kitchen, and a huge storm rolled in, remember?" He rolled onto his side. "And you suggested we go for a walk in our pajamas. Because not only do you love storms, but you love pajamas too." She laughed harder.

"I didn't think you were even listening to me when I said that!" Any anxiety she had about revealing her feelings were gone.

"Oh, I was listening alright. I remember standing there, looking out the window. And as you said that, you touched my arm by accident. Like, you just bumped it. And I was like, oh my lord; I am in some serious trouble here." He held up her hand and splayed out his fingers against hers, smiling at the size difference. "Are you sure you're not like, sixteen?"

"I am not that small!" She exclaimed, folding her fingers into the spaces of his and pulling his arm across her, before running her hands through his hair. He closed the distance between them immediately by placing a hot kiss on her lips. Her fingers trailed down the sides of his head, behind his ears and down to his jaw.

'This woman,' Dov thought, kissing her again, 'will be the death of me.' Her nails weren't long, but they were long enough to give him chills as she lightly ran her fingers along the length of his jaw. The urgency in her touch was definitely not lost on him.

After a few more patient kisses, she'd had enough. She placed both of her palms against his shoulders, holding his lips inches away from hers.

"So, Dov. I have to be honest with you here." Headlights from a car outside illuminated the room briefly; giving him a good enough look at her to know what she was thinking. "I'm done with waiting." Her words sent chills through him.

"You sure?" He raised an eyebrow, licking his lips involuntarily.

"I was sure like a month ago. You're the one that always stops this." A smile tugged at her lips as she slid one hand around his neck and then to his hair.

"You say it like it didn't kill me." He laughed, pulling away for a minute. He rolled across the bed and just smiled when she looked at him, confused. "You think I'm gonna let anyone interrupt this?" He unplugged the phone on the night stand and tossed the cord to the side.

She laughed, before he pulled her under him again, kissing her feverishly. Her skin was soft, he almost felt bad about nipping at her neck, surely leaving marks to be covered up tomorrow. But then he'd get another taste of her, and every ounce of control left his body in an instant.

She dragged her nails down his bare back, making every hair on his body stand on end. His lips travelled down, settling on her chest and she arched her back into him as he nipped at her skin before soothing it with his tongue. She chewed on her bottom lip as Dov took pleasure in feeling her writhe with anticipation beneath him.

He traced the lines of her underwear with his index finger, which elicited a small whimper from her as she resisted the urge to scream. He really did take his sweet time. But as she soon realized, the waiting was worthwhile.

As they lay tangled in the sheets, the sweat beads on their bodies slowly dissolving, Dov couldn't stop watching her. She turned to look at him, her bare chest still heaving.

"Why did we wait, again?" Dov asked.

"I have no bloody idea. You're amazing." She managed to whisper, trying to get her breathing under control.

"You're delicious." He grinned lazily as she rolled onto her stomach, the sheet covering her from the waist down. He ran his fingertips down the indent her spine created on the length of her back, before leaning down and gently kissing her visible ribs. She really was a small girl. He knew it, and he loved it.

"What time is it?" She yawned.

"No clue. Maybe, 2 AM?" He mused, stretching out on his back and inviting her to snuggle closer. He folded his arm around her back after she found her way to his chest, and kissed her on the top of her head.

"Maybe we should sleep." She mused, her voice barely above a whisper.

"What ever you please, love." He closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him.

Megan's eyelids were heavy, but she lifted them anyway. The sun was slowly nibbling away at the shadows of the room, the sheer white curtains of no use whatsoever. She lifted her chin and placed it on the back of her hand, which was splayed out on Dov's bare chest. The eyelashes at the corners of her eyes tangled together, seemingly another sign that she should just close her eyes and go back to sleep.

Before she could lay her head back down, Dov stirred. His eyes drifted open and he looked down at her, smiling.

"Morning." His voice was gravelly.

"Morning." Hers, on the other hand, was as smooth as velvet.

"Sleep well?" He cleared his throat, very aware of the lack of space between their bodies. He'd gotten his male tendencies under control, as to not pressure her or make her feel uncomfortable. But now that they'd crossed that bridge and effectively burned it up, it was kind of hard to hide. Especially when he knew what was possible.

"Always." She said faintly, crawling up a bit higher next to him, so she could rest her head in the crook of his neck.

"If you could do anything in this entire world at this very moment, what would it be?" The only thing he wanted to do was make her dreams come true.

"I would go to Europe. London. And I'd take the metro somewhere." She smiled.

"That's rather specific." His chest rattled as he chuckled.

"There was a poster I had as a girl. It was a photo of London, and it said 'Mind the Gap'." She laughed. "I loved it. I've always wanted to go to London and take the metro." She looked up at him. "I'm serious, always. Since I was like ten."

"Well, we could go to London, Ontario." Dov offered. "Right now. And then go to Europe some time when I have money." Her insides began to warm as she heard him speak. She'd never had someone explicitly listen to her, and try to make it happen like he did all the time.

"Right now? Like right this second?" She raised an eyebrow. She loved their spur of the moment adventures.

"If you want." He replied, his voice strained as he arched his back and stretched out more.

"Want," she traced her finger gingerly over his well defined stomach, "is a funny thing." He knew what she was hinting at.

"Seriously?" He grinned, his whole body tensing at her touch. "You're too good to be true, Megan."

"Guys aren't the only ones that like sex, Dov." She propped herself up a bit, and raised one eyebrow, letting the blanket fall off of her. 'Ah yes, we're still naked.' Dov was reminded.

"Well, who am I to object?" He smiled and rolled her over, kissing her deeply. "But after this, London, right?"

"Of course." She grinned, hooking one leg around his. Those were the last words spoken for quite some time.