The sun just began to rise when she stirred from sleep. Allison Blake groaned in protest once her mind recognized that it was nearly time to face the responsibilities of Monday morning.

Although being Medical Director wasn't nearly as stressful as her job as Director of Global Dynamics had been, after such a perfect weekend it was hard to find the motivation. Attempting to prolong the inevitable she turned over in bed seeking shelter from the warm body beside her, burying her face into the crook of his neck in order to hide from the spears of light that were slowly piercing through the blinds higher and higher up the wall.

A deep rumbling chuckle reached her ears, the release of noise gently rocking Allison and her bedmate.

She pulled her head back, opening her eyes to aim an accusing glare at the very naked. "What exactly do you find so amusing Sheriff?"

Bright blue eyes locked gazes with Allison's warm chocolate ones, Jack Carter's signature goofy grin not intimidated by her expression. Ignoring the threat of physical harm he answered truthfully. "Watching Dr. Allison Blake attempting to procrastinate getting out of bed is pretty funny."

He tucked a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear. "Not that I am complaining."

"Huh." Allison rolled her eyes unable to conjure up a particular snappy retort, instead simply leaning back into Carter's side. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders their hands resting, fingers entwined across Allison's chest.

"Big day today," Carter reminded her after a moment of contented silence.

"Yes," She answered, apprehension lacing her tone.

Kissing Allison's temple, he reassured her, "You're gonna be great Allie."

It was a big day for both of them. While Allison had to deal with whoever was assigned to her for Tesla's Summer Intern Day at Global Dynamics, Carter and Fargo were meeting with the investigator General Mansfield had assigned to come into Eureka and deal with the events surrounding the DED device theft. So although it might be slightly inconvenient at best for Allison to have some child genius shadowing her for the day, what really was causing her anxiety was this investigator and what kind of trouble he or she would cause for them.

It had been a week since the DED theft by Beverly Barlowe that had resulted in a new bridge device's creation and Allison's thankfully rewritten fate by Carter and Dr. Trevor Grant. As quickly as it had happened Allison, Carter, Fargo, Jo and Henry had all gotten their sides of the story straight in order to protect each other and Grant from the severe consequences that came from violating time travel protocols. Grant had understood immediately that his presence put everyone in jeopardy and with Fargo's help quickly redacted himself from Eureka. The rest of them had to pick up the pieces and keep the travel back and forth from 1947 a secret.

Carter watched her closely as she sat up in bed, letting his arm fall gently from her torso. He could see the worry in her expression even in profile.

Allison turned away from him completely, her feet slipping out from underneath the sheets to rest on the wood floor. Just as Carter's attention shifted to the smooth length of exposed skin that was revealed by her movement, Allison pulled a lavender silk robe from the floor and tied it around her body.

Not wanting her to leave the bed still stressing over how the day could play out, he reached over and grasped her hand when she made a move to stand up.

"Allison wait."

She glanced back at him curiously.

Carter scooted over to her side of the bed, sitting right behind her. With his legs on either side of her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back flush against him.

Instead of asking questions Allison simply relaxed into his solid frame.

He buried his face into the side of her hair, breathing in her light, flowery scent.

"I love you Allison." It didn't seem like the right thing to say but Carter couldn't help it.

Allison pulled away from him, meeting his gaze, believing it was exactly the thing to say.
A light pink flush settled across her cheeks and nose, highlighting a sprinkle of freckles. Carter thought to himself that it was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

"I love you too." She replied softly, closing the inches between them capturing his mouth in hers with a lingering tenderness that had Carter's thoughts running together.

After a moment he broke away to Allison's dismay. He reached up and brushed her hair away from her face and neck admiring the expanse of coffee skin it revealed.

With near reverence Carter slipped his hand down over her shoulder. Allison watched his movements, the intense focus he had making her shiver.

Bowing his head down he replaced a wandering hand with his hot mouth, pressing deliberately slow open mouthed kisses to the end of her shoulder, her collar bone, the space directly in the middle of her shoulder and neck. Each point sending near burning shots of desire through Allison's body.

She reached behind them to pull him closer, her hand on the back of his neck. Long, slender fingers massaged into the small hairs at the base of his scalp.

A sigh caught in her throat when Carter's mouth brushed over a particularly sensitive patch of skin just behind her ear. One that he had discovered during his first exploration of every last inch of her.

"You're really good at that." Allison complimented her voice thin and breathy.

"Take that theoretical physicist," He mumbled, his warm breath tickling her cheek.
The derisiveness in Carter's tone made her laugh. She couldn't help but find his boast amusing.

While no one would argue that Carter wasn't the brightest as far as science was concerned, Allison would argue that his genius lay in another, more practical area. She had always suspected that the good Sheriff was more then the shiny badge and all that tan polyester.

As she had witnessed his physical form in all it's glory multiple times before actually being intimate with him, Allison had understandably indulged in some daydreams and fantasies. Although the real deal was a much more satisfying confirmation of her suspicions.

Allison leaned her head back to rest on Carter's shoulder giving him better access but he seemed to have a different idea in mind. The hand that wrapped around her waist holding her back flush against his chest, slid across the smooth fabric of her robe.

Just as it disappeared underneath the knot and hit bare flesh, an irritated squeal emanated from the baby monitoring device attached to the wall beside Allison's headboard.

Carter went to pull his hand away but Allison stopped him. "Wait, she might go back to sleep." Instinctively she trained her ear to the monitor. After a moment another, decidedly more passionate squeal echoed through the room.

Resigned, Carter moved to the other side of the bed and slipped on his boxers. "Do you want me to get her?"

"No honey, I've got it." Straightening her robe Allison made her way to the door, pausing to look over her shoulder as she opened it, "I'll be back in a minute. Hopefully she didn't wake up Kevin."

Shutting the door softly behind her, Allison missed the look of pure terror on Carter's face at the mention of her teenaged son.