Bill Austin Anderson and man of men and the last of his kind really. He found himself helplessly devotedly in love with Rosie Sharon Keeton. Bill kissed Rosie's neck gently as she sat between his legs as he steered the boat. Rosie smiled contently to herself and placed a hand on the back of his neck. But the fun of their love was going to end in a few hours when her plane had to leave back to London and he had to sail to Sweden. Bill and Rosie didn't want to talk about that though…but it was inevitable.

"Bill…I'm gonna miss you…even though we've only known each other a few days…but I've fallen madly in love with you" she whispered in his ear as she turned to face him. Bill kissed her lips gently.

"I'll miss you to…and trust me when I say that I'm madly in love with you as well" Bill said gently. Rosie looked to his chest. His shirt was undone and he was wearing shorts.

"Mr. Anderson if I didn't know any better I'd say you wore this outfit so you could turn me on" Rosie grinned and he chuckled.

"Do I turn you on?" Bill asked seductively in her ear. Rosie bit her lip as he let out a growl then nibbled her ear. She ran her hand down his chest then pulled at the hem of his shorts.

"This can go two ways right now" she said as she pressed a button and lowered the anchor. Bill let go of the wheel when he felt her push him back on the deck of the Fernando and straddle him. Bill held her hips and chuckled. Rosie smiled "I can take you right here and right now…or we can go down to your bed" she grinned and he picked her up and headed down to the lower part of the Fernando. A few hours later Rosie was on a plane back to London and Bill was on his way to Sweden.

As a month passed by Bill and Rosie had called each other but only briefly. Bill was in a temporary apartment in Stockholm writing a piece about his homeland. He had missed Rosie so much he dreamt of her at night and she dreamt of him at nights as well. Rosie though could not take the wait for him any longer. He had given her his address where he was staying to her. Bill was sleeping on the couch with papers scattered all over the coffee table in front of him. A bottle of Swedish vodka on the table as well. Rosie had gotten to the place. She saw a janitor and grinned. She went up to him.

"Excuse me" she said softly, the older man turned around.

"What can I help ya with ma'm?" the older man asked her with a friendly smile. Rosie told him that her good friend Mr. Anderson was in the apartment right down the hall and hoped he'd let her in. and being a generous man as he was he opened Bill's door quietly and then waved to Rosie before she closed the door.

Rosie saw Bill asleep on the couch and grinned. She then saw the vodka bottle and raised a brow. But she ignored it for now. She went and sat on the edge of the couch. She held his hand and he slowly woke up. He saw her and gasped he brought her down and kissed her all over.

"You're here…in Stockholm…in my apartment!" Bill chuckled and kissed her passionately Rosie smirked, but pulled away and picked up the vodka bottle and raised a brow.

"Have something you're trying to forget?" Rosie asked and Bill shook his head.

"Not in a million years" he said and she got off the couch and Bill chased her into his bedroom, showing her how much he had missed her.

A few hours later Rosie awoke no longer feeling Bill's warmth next to her in the bed. She sat up and then heard a shower going. A few moments later it turned off and Bill came out with a towel round his waist. He saw her and smiled.

"Hey good lookin" he said softly and sat next to her on the bed. He reached over on his bedside table and pulled out his dog tags. He was in the service when he was younger. He put them around Rosie neck gently. Rosie looked down to them and smiled. He kissed her softly on the lips.

"I want you to have those so when I'm not with you…I'm still with you" he whispered softly. Rosie kissed him gently then laid down on the bed.

"Now let me give you something" Rosie grinned and Bill climbed atop her and kissed her with a grin on his face. And DOT, DOT, DOT.

Bill woke up a bit later and stroked her hair gently as she slept. "kommer du gifta dig med mig?" Bill whispered as she slept in his arms.