Michael and Fiona arrived back at the Ritz, handing the car over to the valet before joining a small group of people waiting for the elevator. When the elevator arrived Michael pressed the button for their floor before stepping to the back. He leaned against the wall, his hands wrapping around Fiona's waist as she leaned back against him. She rested her head on his shoulder.

They exited on the top floor and headed to their suite. When then entered Michael noticed that a large supply of firewood had been stacked near the fireplace. He smiled, thinking maybe they were going to get that snow Fiona wanted and the hotel was making sure they were stocked up on wood. He couldn't deny that the prospect of spending a day in front of the fire with Fiona appealed to him.

He helped Fiona out of her coat, hanging it in the closet with his own as she shed her boots. He heard her call him from the Master Bedroom, finding her delighted at the turned-down bed with chocolates on their pillows. She tossed him one as she ate the other herself. They were hungry but pretty tired from their long day, so they ordered a room service dinner and sat at the large dining room table to eat it.

After dinner they realized there was a message for Michael on the phone and Fiona slipped into the bathroom while he listened to the message and returned the call. She pulled on the lingerie from the previous night, putting the robe on over it before making her way to the spare bedroom, Michael's promise of the previous night still fresh in her mind.

She took in the view from this room before sitting on the edge of the bed. She was pleased to find this bed had the same soft linens as their bed in the Master Bedroom. She heard Michael finishing up his call and she lay back on the bed, waiting for him to come find her.

Michael finished talking to Nancy, hanging up the phone and looking for Fiona. She was no longer in the Master Bath and he didn't see her out on the terrace. He passed through the living room, gathering up the remnants of their room service dinner and placing the tray outside the door of the suite. He made his way through the dining room, remembering their exchange of the previous night and smiling as he guessed she must be waiting for him in the guest bedroom.

Just as Fiona was wondering whether Michael had just gone to sleep she heard him approach the doorway. She smiled at him, asking who the phone call was from.

"It was Nancy. It looks like you're going to get your wish Fiona," Michael replied, walking over to sit next to her on the bed.

"My wish? What wish is that Michael?" she asked, drawing herself up to sit next to him.

He tucked her hair behind her ear before replying. His hand slowly made its way to the belt on her robe as her hands began to unbutton his shirt.

"Nancy said it's supposed to start snowing late tomorrow morning. They want us to come to the office at 9 AM instead of 10 so we can leave before the snow gets too bad."

Fiona stilled her hands, a momentary flash of worry coming to her eyes. Michael lifted his free hand to her chin as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again Michael was pleased to see the worry gone. "Well we better make sure we get to bed extra early tonight, Michael," she teased as her fingers undid the last button on his shirt.

"My thoughts exactly, Fi," he replied, pulling the belt on her robe open as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her lips. He smiled into their kisses as he saw the lacy, revealing lingerie from the night before.

"Michael," she whispered against his mouth as her hands worked at his belt. She brought herself to a kneeling position as he ran his hands inside her robe, pulling her against him and claiming her nipple in his mouth. She arched her back under his touch as she got his belt open. The button and zipper were close behind and she teased him, running one finger down the front of his pants as he sucked in his breath.

"Fi, my beautiful girl," he breathed against her neck as his hands reached up and pushed the robe off of her shoulders. She smiled as he said it. No matter how many times she heard it, the knowledge that he found her beautiful always excited something within her. She laced her fingers into his hair, drawing his mouth to hers and kissing him deeply.

He stood so she could lower his pants as he tossed her robe on the floor. He joined her on the bed and they lay next to each other, their hands exploring the familiar territory of each other's body. He ran his hands up under her camisole, gently squeezing her breasts as her hands made their way inside his boxers. She smiled as she felt him grow harder at her touch. She lightly brushed her fingers over his shaft, smiling at the sound of his breath catching in his throat.

Michael gently guided her until she was lying on her back, grasping her wrist and placing a kiss to her palm. He leaned over her, kissing her forehead, eyelids, and cheeks before pressing a small kiss to her lips.

"Let's get this off of you, Fi," he whispered, lifting the camisole over her head. "That's better." He leaned down and pressed kisses over and around her breasts. "So much better," he said, his hot breath making her nipples harden with arousal.

He took her right hand in his, kissing her fingers before moving to her wrist, up to her elbow, and back to her shoulder. He did the same with her left, moving to her collarbone when he got to her left shoulder. He kissed between her breasts as his finger traced lower down her body, over her belly button and down to her hips. He squeezed first one side and then the other as his tongue flicked over and around her nipples. With one hand he swiftly removed her panties.

She massaged his neck as he continued his journey down her body. He kissed his way down to her hips, his hands repeatedly tracing over her thighs. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along her inner thighs as his fingers began to probe her, his thumb lightly brushing over her clit and making her squirm.

"Talk to me, Fi," he breathed against her thigh as one finger lightly brushed between her legs. She was dripping already.

"Michael, please," she panted, "don't tease me much longer, I can't wait."

"I know Fi, I can feel how ready you are. But you'll love this, I promise." His hand rubbed her stomach, soothing her as she gasped to catch her breath.

He leaned down, using his fingers to gently spread her apart as his tongue found her clit. He lightly brushed over her entrance, running his finger around the opening before gently sliding it inside her. He slowly massaged her from the inside, rubbing over her hips with his other hand as his tongue caressed her clit.

"So perfect," he muttered as she writhed under him, "you can't take much more, can you?"

He slipped a second finger inside her, pausing to allow her to stretch to accommodate him. He massaged her inside and out as he felt her building to release. A few more strokes and his lips closed around her clit, making her pulse around him as she panted his name.

He crawled up next to her, massaging her neck as she struggled to breathe normally. While she recovered he stripped his boxers off, positioning himself over her as her breathing returned to normal. He smiled down at her.

"What?" she asked before pressing a kiss to his lips.

"You," he replied, leaning down to kiss her.

"What about me?" she asked, her hands tracing patterns on his back before reaching down to squeeze his ass. He groaned at the pressure on his erection as she pulled him tightly against her thigh.

"You're just… perfect. So beautiful and strong and determined." He leaned down to kiss her, pausing and smoothing the hair out of her face. His lips caressed hers before he pulled away. He looked in her eyes and she smiled at him.

"Fi," he said.

"Yes, Michael?" she replied, reaching up to press her hand against his cheek.

He turned and pressed a kiss to her palm before looking her in the eyes and whispering, "I want to make love to you Fi." It was the closest he could come to saying the words to her and seeing the look in her eyes made him unable to hold back any longer.

She spread her legs to accommodate him as he gently eased inside her, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath when he was fully inside her. He leaned down to kiss her neck and she whispered in his ear.

"That's it Michael, so perfect, make love to me. You're so good. So good." She stroked the side of his face as he worked into a rhythm.

He wanted to hold back but he couldn't. She kissed him before whispering, "Go ahead Michael. I'm ready." The words were all he needed to hear and he pushed fully into her. They both came, screaming each other's names before collapsing against the bed, panting and soothing each other as their breathing returned to normal.

After a while Michael pressed a kiss to Fiona's lips before getting up and tossing her lingerie and robe to her. He gathered his own clothes, stepping into his boxers before heading to the Master Bedroom to find a t-shirt.

Pulling the shirt over his head, he was surprised to see her standing at the door to the terrace. She was looking out as if she was on a stakeout.

"Fi, you expecting something?"

"You said it was going to snow Michael. I'm just looking to see if it's started yet."

He laughed, reminding her that it wasn't supposed to start until late the following morning.

They climbed under the covers and she settled against his chest. She sighed before taking his hand in hers.

"Something you want to talk about Fi?" he asked, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She replied simply. "Tomorrow."

"What about tomorrow, Fi?"

"What do you think is going to happen? Are they going to decide our fate right then and there?"

"I don't know Fi, but I don't think so. I'm ready though. I'm going to give them my terms…"

He saw the worried look starting to creep into her eyes again as she said, "And what if they say no, Michael? I saw you at the war memorials today. You want this with everything in you. What if they don't agree to your terms? What does that mean? For you. For me. For us."

"Fi," he began, cupping her face in his hands, "remember what we talked about yesterday? Yes I want back in but I won't do that without you. I am not going to walk away from you. Not again. I will find a way for it to work."

He kissed her as she sighed.

"Fi, please, trust me. You said it yesterday, you and me; we're just destined to be together."

"I do trust you Michael." She smiled.

"What, Fi?" he asked.

"Who else would have us anyway?"

"You make an excellent point." He pulled her down against him as he settled under the covers. She turned over, her head resting on his chest.

She leaned up to kiss him. Before settling in for sleep she looked at him. "Whatever happens tomorrow Michael…"

"Yes, Fi?"

"We'll get through it together, right?"

He kissed her. "Of course we will, Fi."

Oooooh, the big decision day is almost here. Or is it? And what's going on down in Miami? Guess you'll have to keep reading to find out!