Here's the second story for Boondock Saints. This one picks up where Three's Company left off. Katie and the boys are in New York. Enjoy!

Chapter One: Home again

I waited nervously outside. The bar had closed an hour ago and I was still out waiting for them. The boys didn't want me to walk the three blocks home alone. I wrapped my arms tighter around me. New York was cold even in the middle of the summer.

"Still not here?" Mike, the bartender, asked.

"Not yet," I gave him a nervous smile.

"That boyfriend of yours shouldn't leave you standing alone out here," he responded. Mike gave me the creeps. He leered at me while I waited tables. I couldn't brush him off like some of the customers.

"He'll be here soon," I replied.

"Why don't you let me take you home?" Mike leaned his arm against the wall by my head and looked down at me. His gaze didn't meet my eyes, they traveled much lower. I shifted from one foot to the other.

"I'll be fine," I said. He leaned in closer. His stench filled my nose. "Please don't." I pushed him away.

"I've seen you looking at me," he said, "I know you want me."

"You're out of your fucking mind," I responded still pushing at him. Mike grabbed my hair tight and crashed his lips down on mine. I planted my knee in his balls and he released me. He drew his fist back before he could strike me the fist of Connor was planted in Mike's face.

"Get the fuck off 'er," Connor yelled as he hit him again.

"Connor, stop!" I pulled at him.

"You're so fucking fired!" Mike yelled at me and stormed off to his car.

"Great," I stated picking up my purse. I started toward the loft we shared, leaving Connor standing there.

"Katie," I heard him call after me.

"What?" I stopped and waited for him to catch up. He caught my hand and turned me toward him.

"He had his hands on ye," Connor looked down at me, "I didn't like it."

"I appreciate what you did, Connor," I said softly, "But I don't need you to rescue me."

"Aye," he responded. "I'm sorry I was late."

"Let's go home, I'm tired," I said softly. He draped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. We walked quietly home.

It had only been a few weeks since we left Boston. In that time, Murphy and Connor had kept their distance from me. They were there to protect me but it seemed anything more than that was history. I missed their lips and hands on me.

I leaned into Connor as we climbed the stairs to our apartment. I savored this closeness. I wanted more but didn't know how to tell him. Connor pulled away to open the door. He held the door open and I walked inside. I heard the soft snore of Noah from the other room.

"Where's Murphy?" I asked.

"He picked up an extra shift," Connor answered. "Ya are stuck with just me."

"Ok," I gave him a smile. I kicked my shoes off in the corner. Connor lay on the couch and flipped on the TV. An old movie was playing. "Can I sit with you?"

"Aye," he said and moved his feet. I sat on the other end of the couch. I was lonely. I missed him. I wanted him. How could I tell him? I looked at him; his eyes were fixed on the television set. I continued to watch him.

I watched his bare chest move up and down as he breathed. I focused on the Virgin Mary tattoo on his neck. My gaze moved up to his stubbled jaw line. I watched him slowly lick his lips. I realized that he was watching me when my eyes met his. I lost myself in his deep topaz eyes.

I felt him lace his fingers in mine. That was all the invitation I needed. I stretched across his body and pressed my lips against his. I felt his hand tangle in my hair as he deepened the kiss. I moaned when I felt his hand slide under my shirt. He gripped my waist and then pushed my shirt up. I rose up and he lifted it over my head. I leaned back down to kiss him again but he stopped me.

"Wait, Katie," he said softly. I looked at him confused. I felt the tears start to form in my eyes. I stood up and walked towards the kitchen. I felt his hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at him. He cupped my face in his hand and wiped a tear away with his thumb. He pulled me close and pressed his lips against mine again.

"You don't have to, Connor," I said sadly.

"I rarely do anything I don' want ta," he replied and kissed the sensitive skin on my neck. My skin ached for his touch. He obliged and wrapped his arms around me. Our bodies pressed together. His lips found mine again. I ran my fingers along the muscles of his shoulders and down his arms then back up again. I pulled him along with me to the couch and he relaxed on top of me. He gazed deeply into my eyes.

"Ya sure ya want to, Katie?" he asked. I smiled up at him.

"I am," I said, "I've wanted to for a long time."

"Ya have?" he questioned, "Why haven't ya said something?" He brushed my hair out of my eyes.

"I don't know, I…" I paused, "Please, Connor, just kiss me." He smiled then his lips crushed down on mine. I felt my heart start racing. I dug my fingers into his arms and held on as his kisses drove me wild. I felt him grind his hips against mine. I moaned and opened my mouth to him. I felt his tongue search out mine.

"Ho sei mancato di toccare," he whispered in Italian then kissed my neck. He kissed the hollow of my neck then the tops of my breasts. He ran his hand up my side then cupped my breast in his hand. He quickly freed them from my bra. I arched my back as his tongue grazed my hardened nipple. He squeezed the other with his other hand. I cried out softly. His lips returned to mine.

"Connor," I whispered, "I need you now." He yanked my skirt off and his pants. He then wrapped my legs around his hips, sinking slowly and deeply inside me. I saw stars for the first time in a long time. He inched deeper inside me until he could go no further. I squeezed tight around him. Savoring every inch of him.

"Oh, tha' feels good," he cried out. Then pulled out and thrust deep inside me again. His lips found mine again as I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. I could see in his eyes that he was trying to hold back. I clenched around him again. He couldn't hold back any longer. He released deep inside me. I closed my eyes as I rode out my own orgasm.

"Are ya ok, Katie?" he raised up and looked down at me. I felt tears forming in my eyes again. "Did I hurt ya?" He sat back on the couch and I sat up, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"No, I missed this," I said, "Being close to you like this. I thought you didn't want me anymore."

"I ne'er stopped wanting ya," he responded, "I know ya were hurt by what happened in Boston. I wanted to give ya some space."

"I guess Murphy's scared I'm going to punch him again," I smiled.

"Aye," he smiled, "I'd like ta see that again."

"I'm sure you would," I said laying my head on his chest. "I'll have to bake him some cookies or something."

"Ya ne'er baked me cookies," he wrapped his arms around me and lay back on the couch.

"I never hit you in the face either," I replied. I closed my eyes and relaxed into his warmth. I felt home again in his arms.

Italian translation: I miss your touch