A/N This is my first fic, it could be a oneshot, it could be more, if you want more, let me know, my life is a bit hectic at the moment, BUT I am SUPER at procrastinating, and currently FF seems to be it for me! ;)

Disclaimer: I am not Kerry Greenwood, or Fiona Eagger, and I WISH I was Essie Davis, or Phryne Fisher, i'll take either, so to ease my sorrow at not being any of these fantastic people I write for them/about them!

REVIEW! tell me what you liked, WHAT YOU DIDN'T, and please if you see a stupid grammatical error that I missed TELL ME, I HATE grammatical errors in fics! (Can you tell I was an English Major?)

Enjoy!

Phryne sighed, the Christmas in July celebration was over and everyone had gone to their respective homes and beds, and she was in her parlor nursing a 'medicinal' glass of scotch, thinking over the evening's events, and how close she came to kissing her Jack. She couldn't deny how disappointed she was at Aunt Prudence's interruption. What would have happened if she and Jack had been left to their own devices. She became so lost in the idea that she didn't hear his knock at her front door, and Mr. B welcoming him in, she only noticed when he was tapping lightly on her bedroom door, asking for permission to enter. She looked up and smiled. There he was, her Jack. She never though she would relish the idea of one man being hers, or her belonging to one man but it seemed that over the past 2 years, Jack had managed to be the only man she ever trusted with her heart, and he had captured it, leaving her smitten.

He leaned against her door frame and asked permission to come in.

"Nightcap inspector?" she smiled at him

"It would be my pleasure" he replied with that grin that had her seemingly weak at the knees. This was all so new, someone who made her weak at the knees, who was safe and kind, who she thought she could actually build something with, and he was here, waiting for her to decide, not forcing her hand.

He took his usual place, next to her and took a sip.

"That was quite a celebration Miss Fisher, and quite a holiday."

"I really am grateful that you came Jack, having an extra pair of eyes made all the difference. I'm just glad Jane wasn't there to witness any of it."

"Always happy to lend a hand Miss Fisher, things are never dull around you, that I can say, and I will admit I was quite concerned for you safety, alone in a mansion with a psychotic serial killer, I didn't help you put away one only to be killed by another"

A shadow crossed her face for a second as she recalled Murdoch Foyle's case, last December, but as quickly as it arrived, it disappeared, and suddenly she was much closer to Jack than she had been before.

"Jack, I feel we left something unfinished at this evening's party. Mr B has retired to bed, as have Dot and Jane, and I seem to recall something about hemiparasitic greenery, of the genus viscum." She teased him, and he smiled back at her, with that grin she knew all too well, and he leaned in and kissed her. This time was different than last year when he had kissed her to distract her from Rene. This was tender and passionate at the same time, with the want for more.