A/N: Connor and Gwen were so cute together in their engagement photos in the episode. And the beginning with Melinda, Jim, and Andrea and how they almost got a night of fun before everything went wrong. What a bummer lol. I love this episode though. Enjoy! xx Mariah

Jim and Melinda walked out of the Little Broadway Theatre, her arm wrapped around his.

"I have been dying to do this since we moved here!" She exclaimed and tucked her other arm around his subtly.

"Saturday night... The Grandview Players. High drama," he said as they began to cross the street. "I just hope the theater isn't haunted. It'd be nice to sit through the whole play this time."

"Hey, don't jinx our luck, Clancy!" She said and lightly tapped his shoulder. "You know, Cliff and Gwen saw this last week and they loved it."

"What do you think is going to happen to those two?" He asked as he stopped to face her, their fingers playing with each other.

"Who knows? It almost doesn't matter." She took a step toward him, "They are good for each other right now and that's all that counts."

"Right now is all that counts," he said and tapped her shoulder lightly.

"Hmm, you think so?" She said as her mouth twisted into a smile.

She couldn't get enough of Jim. She loved him and he was her husband.

"As in why don't you and I sneak out right now?" He said motioning over his shoulder for them to leave before he smiled cheekily.

"Don't you have a life to save or two?" She laughed and peered up at him.

"Probably... whatever..." He muttered softly and shook his head.

"I should get back to work too," she said and placed her hands on his shoulders. She was already pulling him in to kiss her when she noticed he was leaning in too.

"Ok," he said almost inaudibly as his lips brushed against her.

Their bodies pressed against each other and their lips moved together. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. Her arms twist around his neck as his sneak around her waist, both longed for more.

She knew that if she didn't stop that they would never stop. But somehow, he pulled away before they lost themselves and at this very moment, her senses have been seduced and she could no longer think straight.

"Now hey... I'll lose these." He said slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them.

She smiled, her heart fluttered at his voice as she reached for the envelope with the ticket. She laughed almost musically as he pressed another kiss to her cheek and walked past her, back to work they must go.

"I'll see you later," she reminded him, feeling him squeeze her hand as they finally let go.

She walked back toward her store, her eyes fell upon a spirit that made her veins run cold.

It was like all of the evils were blasted toward her as he stood, his lips formed a smile that didn't warm her up, it pushed the coldness into her as he cackled sinisterly.

The man disappeared, but he stuck with her. What did he want? Why did he have to be so vague with his haunting? Why didn't ghosts just ever talk to her outright?

She absent-mindedly walked into the store and past Andrea. Her friend. She knew she could talk to her, but Andrew was counting the money in the drawer anyway. She didn't want to bother her.

"What's going on Mel?" Andrea asked as she followed her into the back, hearing the drawer close. "You look pretty spooked. For your sake."

"Creepy haunting," she sighed and walked over to her desk. She booted up her computer before going over to the table with a box of the newest items for her go through. "But I'm fine. Any actual customers while I was gone?"

"One, she bought some candles and asked if we'd have any..." Andrea ran back to grab her pad of paper. "She asked if we had any shipments of snow globes. Do we?"

"We have some in the back that I haven't put out yet. Did she leave a number?" She asked as she grabbed the box labeled fragile.

"She did," Andrea said and ripped the paper off and handed it to Melinda.

"Thank you," she sighed and grabbed the landline, dialing the number. "Hello! Is this Margret Shepard? Hi, this is Melinda Gordon from Same As It Never Was Antiques, I'm calling on behalf of your questions on if we have any snow globes in stock." She began to rummage through the box carefully. "Yes. We do have a few pieces. Do you have any that you have in mind?" She pulled out a simple one with a New York cityscape and examined it. "I do have one like that. It's thirty-five dollars." She smiled and placed the item on her desk before she placed the box back on top of the others. "Yes. I will put that on hold for you. Just drop in some time either Monday through Friday from nine to seven or Saturday from eight to nine. We'll have it wrapped up for you and everything so just tell either myself or my partner, Andrea, that you have something on hold and give us your name." She paused and grabbed the globe again. "Pleasure doing business with you. Have a great day!"

She placed the phone on the dock and went about to wrap the item.

"I'm guessing that that went well?" Andrea asked and watched as she carefully wrapped the item in a piece of bubble wrap and white tissue paper.

"Yes!" She cheered and carefully tucked the wrapped snow globe inside an orange bag. "She was ecstatic that we had a New York one. Her granddaughter is going to school there for photography and wanted to give something like this to her as a birthday present, but couldn't find anything that wasn't under a hundred dollars. I originally planned on selling it for fifty, but I'm one to be bargained with when a cute story like that comes about." She neatly wrote her name on a sticky note and place it on the outside before tying the handles closed with a piece of ribbon. "You know me... I'm a sucker for stories."

"You really are, Mel. I'll take this," Andrea chuckled and took the bag to put it under the counter up front. "How's Jim? Did you two have a peaceful lunch?"

"We did. We even purchased tickets for that new play... I can't remember the name at the top of my head, but Gwen and Cliff saw it and said it was fantastic!" She exclaimed excitedly. "It'll be our first date night alone since we got married... we haven't really had the time to just have a quiet night out with just the two of us."

"Well I'm glad you two are going to have some fun," Andrea said as they walked out to the front of the shop. "It'll be good for both of you."

"I know it will," she smiled.

"I hope it's a ghost-free night," Andrea said as the bell dinged.

"Don't jinx it. Jim was saying enough before too," she whispered and smiled before she said, "Welcome to Same As It Never Was. Just let one of us know if you need any help."

Jim walked swiftly to her and pulled her in for a hug. "Bobby wanted the rest of my shift. His date canceled," he murmured against her neck. He looked up to meet Andrew, who was already grabbing her purse.

"I'm just going to go get some lunch," Andrea called out. "I'll put that we're closed for inventory."

"Thanks, Andrea," Jim said. He pulled her up into his arms and carried her into the back room, pulling the back doors shut.

"Jim?" She asked softly as he pulled her dress from her. "I love you."

Her arms laced around Jim's neck, her legs around his waist as he sat her on the edge of her desk. She pressed her hungry mouth to his. She heard his surprised grunt, but soon his arms have wrapped around her ass, his tongue pushed itself through the seam of her lips.

He wasn't sure how they got here. Not really. He hadn't planned this.

One minute ago he was checking the medical supplies and the next Bobby was asking him to let him have his shift in trade for some night next week. The next thing he knew, he was running so fast across the square to find his wife.

Her hands grasped his face, his hands squeezed the swell of her hips, their tongues thrashed violently against each other. Her pelvis ground against him, as he throbbed painfully against his black work pants. He missed the sweet taste of her tongue. He reached behind her to carefully place her laptop on her desk chair and clear the desk before lying her down. He never once broke their kiss.

The cold wood cooled her heated skin. He leaned over her form, his lips seared to hers, his hands wandered up and down her sides. He covered the supple hill of her right breast with his left hand, pulling her bra covered nipple between his fingers. She moaned softly into his mouth, thrusting upward into him, causing him to groan in return. His other hand traveled down her thigh, collecting and pulling down her panties.

He finally broke away from her mouth, gasping for a breath of air before she let his lips trail red-hot kisses down her jaw to her neck, to her pulse point, where he sucked the tender skin into his mouth, causing her to whimper, her hands thrust into his shaggy black hair.

His hand crawled up her quivering inner thigh and dipped inside her. Jim sucked air through his teeth.

"Oh babe, you're so wet." He hissed and Melinda tried not to let the affectionate name affect her, but her eyes still burned.

"Oh God, Jim..." She called out as he sinks not one, but two fingers inside of her, pumping twice then curling them to touch the soft spot that makes her squirm underneath him. She reached out to grasp the edges of the table, holding tight, whimpering and gasping, bucking her hips as his ministrations speed up. "Keep going. RIght there... oh."

"Come on Mel," Jim's voice is raspy and strained. "Come for me..."

A moment later she shattered, she tightened around his fingers, earning a groan from him. She mumbled an incoherent version of his name after her cries stop.

His movements slow to a stop and he pulled his wet fingers from out of her, bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean. A satisfied sound left him before his hands fell to his belt, quickly undoing that and his pants, letting them pool on the floor around his feet. He pushed down his boxer briefs, allowing himself to spring free. He pulled on Melinda's hips and brought her closer to the edge of the table. He lined himself up with her entrance, but paused, he looked up at her.

"Are you still on…?" He asked, and leaned down to kiss her.

"Yes," she gasped, nodding her head.

"I love you," he cupped her cheek and kissed her once more

He plunged into her and was almost about to come right there. They had made love as the sun rose this morning, and god had he missed how warm and tight, and perfectly fitted to him she was. He lifted her hips as he slammed into her, knowing how to angle her to hit the spot that makes her howl his name.

The shattered together once more, and when they have both stopped shuddering, Jim pulled Melinda up to his arms. He fell into one of the chairs behind him, pulling her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her possessively, nuzzling his head into her neck.

"I love you," she whispered as she looked up at him.

"I love you more," he smiled and claimed her lips again.