Ummm…yeah. This is the moment where the big fireworks come in, and sparks fly and all the mushy gushy, romance crap falls into play and Megan and Peter live happily ever after. (No seriously, in this chapter they totally do!)

Disclaimer: We all know the stinking drill…

The morning came entirely too soon for Megan, and once she opened her eyes, Megan instantly felt the repercussions of her previous night. Her head was throbbing to no end, and the light coming through her window forced her eyes to remain shut. Once she felt she was able to see well enough to get out of the bed, Megan stood and stepped into a pair of monkey slippers and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

The first thing Megan laughed at was her hair. It was all over the place on top of her head, yet it wasn't moving. The next thing she laughed at was her face. She had definitely smeared almost every stitch of make-up she had worn, but she noticed her lipstick smear was smeared in such a way that wasn't normally smeared from sleeping. Megan then smiled when she remembered what had happened just before she had passed out.

Then, Megan sighed at herself, then realizing what shirt she was wearing. She inhaled the scent of Peter from his shirt, and then reapplied her lipstick and kissed the outer collar of it. Then, deciding on staying commando, Megan smelled the wondrous fumes of coffee being brewed in the kitchen and left her bedroom.

Within another instant, Megan was squinting again, and her head was back to level 10 on the throb/pain setting.

Before she could move to the medicine cabinet, Peter stopped Megan dead in her tracks with two aspirin and a glass of water. Megan smiled at the man before her, soaking in every drop of sexiness and awesome from this man.

She quickly popped the two pills into her mouth and drank the water, remembering to consume every last drop of it to make her splitting headache go away.

When Megan finished off the last of her water, she noticed Peter had gone into the kitchen and was nearly finished cooking…breakfast? Megan cocked an eyebrow at the gesture, and asked what the elaborate breakfast was about. "Well…" Peter began, "Every time I wake up in the morning, the first thing I want is two aspirin, a bloody mary, and someone to fix me breakfast. So, since you are out of bloody mary mix, I had to improvise." Megan smiled at him, and then hugged him from behind. "Did I ever tell you that you are awesome, wrapped in…bacon? You fixed bacon! I didn't even know I had some in the fridge!" Peter chuckled as he watched Megan grab a piece of bacon from the plate and begin munching on it in pure delight. "Lacey won't eat this stuff, so I thought she had thrown it out. According to her, 'meat is murder'…but she's a teenager."

Megan's eyes nearly rolled back in pleasure as she finished the piece of bacon, and then looked at Peter after licking her fingers of all the bacon-y goodness. "If I had known you liked bacon that much, I would have fixed it for you a year ago!" Peter said, only half joking. Megan had gone to grab herself a cup of coffee, and was looking over Peter as he flipped pancakes in the frying pan. She leaned against his shoulder and watched as he flipped each pancake with precision, careful not to flip too early or too late.

Within minutes, they were eating at the dining table, quietly enjoying their breakfast. "Peter, I must say…I haven't had a breakfast this good in a long time." Megan said, taking the final bite of her eggs. Peter had just finished off his last pancake and shook his head at Megan's comment.

"I don't…how could you not have a breakfast like this? When I was growing up, we ate like this at least twice a week. But I guess that's what I get for growing up with three sisters." Peter was putting his dishes in the dishwasher and Megan punched him lightly in the arm. "What is that supposed to mean?" Just as she put her coffee mug in the dishwasher and closed it, she was grabbed from behind, and Peter whispered in her ear. "I don't make a breakfast this good for anyone. That's what it's supposed to mean."

Peter then stepped away from Megan and went back into the dining room to collect the remaining items from the table. When he came back into the kitchen, Megan was sitting on the kitchen counter, her hand behind her, propping her up. Her feet were bare and dangled in front of her, and the shirt she was wearing had only about two buttons buttoned.

Peter nearly dropped the things he was carrying before placing them into the refrigerator. "Megan, what are you doing up there?" He asked, almost stupidly, since his brain was now beginning to function on minimum power. "I was waiting for you" she said in a low and sultry voice. "I'm ready and waiting; how about you Mr. Dunlop?" Peter's answer consisted of no words, only the grabbing of Megan by the waist and carrying her into the living room to the sofa.

He put her down gently and as soon as she hit the sofa, Megan pulled Peter down on top of her and she began kissing him furiously. They were making out for quite a while, pausing only momentarily to catch their breath, and finally Peter stopped them. "Megan…we should stop this." He climbed off of her and then scratched his head on what to do next. He didn't want to stop at all. She was the best kisser he had known since…ever, but he didn't want to give up their friendship. It was then he realized what he was doing.

Megan sat there, confused and bumfuzzled at his actions. She was sitting there barefoot, wearing only his dress shirt, and her lipstick was smeared once again. "I think…I think I'm just going to go shower Megan." He felt awkward about everything, but he didn't want to ruin what he had with Megan. He thought about it over and over while in the shower, and just as he punched the shower wall once, he felt a pair of small, wet hands sneak around his waist.

Peter turned around in an instant, and saw Megan standing there in all her glory, knowing full well what she wanted…him.

Peter saw the need in Megan's eyes, and knew what had to be done. He suddenly grabbed her and kissed her, refueling the passion they'd had earlier, only this time, the flame seemed unending. When they parted, Megan smiled at Peter and began wetting her hair to wash it. While rinsing, Megan just happened to look down and noticed that a friend of Peter's had shown up, and Megan didn't waste any time bringing Peter's soldier to attention. Peter, on the other hand, hadn't exactly been paying much attention until he felt Megan's ministrations working wonders on his member.

She began with her hands, and then progressed further with her mouth, giving Peter a feeling of pleasure he had never felt before. Sure he'd had his share of women, but nobody had pleased him like Megan was doing, and he knew if he wasn't careful, he just might blow it; literally and figuratively. Before he exploded, Peter pulled Megan to her feet and pinned her to the wall, and began kissing her furiously. Before she could say, "Peter, what are you doing?" he had lifted one of her legs so he was at her entrance, and waiting for her response. Peter was now placing hot, wet kisses on Megan's neck, and it took only one quick buck of Megan's hips for her to be in agreement with Peter.

She took him to the hilt, the angle of which Peter held her leg giving a better angle to reach her g-spot, and just before they hit the jackpot together, Megan had almost the entire length of her calf over Peter's shoulder, as he worked wonders with her breasts. In an instant, their ecstasy hit with an amazing force, driving them both into oblivion, and nearly collapsing in each other's arms.

Peter was the first to regain consciousness and carefully placed Megan back down in the shower, making sure she didn't slip. When she had recovered from her trip to paradise, Megan looked up at Peter and without another word turned off the water and ran into her bedroom without grabbing a towel to dry off.

Peter was right behind Megan in a flash, not bothering to cover up or dry off with a towel either, wanting just as much as she was to have again what had just happened.

They were finally together at last, and they stayed together all day long.

When the day ended, Peter picked up all of his things and prepared to leave his love Megan, needing to go home and prepare for another day at work tomorrow, but didn't leave without saying his proper goodbyes.

"Megan today was absolutely wonderful." Peter said, putting his bag down momentarily so he could wrap Megan in his arms. "I didn't quite know if I was ready to be with you, but fortunately for the both of us, you proved that I was." On that note, he kissed Megan long and hard, not wanting to let go at all.

"Megan I want to tell you something. I don't know if you feel the same, but I think…I think…Megan I'm in love with you." Peter hadn't wanted it to come out exactly like that, but it did, and contrary to what Peter thought, it didn't take Megan by surprise. She simply held onto Peter for a moment longer, before softly saying, "Peter, I'm in love with you too. I have been since you laid eyes on that infernal woman Dani. I knew the moment you saw her that I was more jealous than the green-eyed monster, and I wanted you all to myself. Now that I have you, I couldn't be any happier."

The two lovers ended their evening with yet another kiss, and a soft good-bye, which neither of them wanted to say, and that was only the beginning…

What did I tell ya? Look for a 'quick' shorty chapter tomorrow… ;] It will involve a late night snack…also known as Dr. Megan Hunt. Love you guys!

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P.P.S. MariskaBaby92 requested this story, and whilst reading the latest chapter in one of her stories, I realized I had to step up my game for this story. ;] You're a great writer! (So y'all check her out…she's awesome wrapped in bacon, and dipped in chocolate!)