Hmm, I don't know if I should change the rating or not...I think it's still safe. Just suggestive. Just don't let anyone read it over your shoulder...certain parts might make them blush!

Linka disappears back below deck and Wheeler dives into the water to wait for her. A few minutes later, she is standing at the railing, waiting for him to emerge from under the water. When he comes up for air and shakes the water out of his eyes, he sees her standing there in her black bikini, being held on by a thin black string. The bikini looked much bigger on the hanger. His mouth is dry and his heart is pounding. He thought about how easy it would be to "accidentally" pull loose the simple shoestring bow that held the bottom of her swim apparel together on her waist. He can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and other parts of his body. He knows he's in trouble. If just looking at her has left him feeling like this, what in the world is touching her going to do? As she climbs over the railing and prepares to jump in, he mumbles,

"Holy sh…"

Linka doesn't hear the rest of his statement as she jumps in the water. She swims towards him but he backs away.

"Where are you going?" She asks.

"Uhh, swimming. Water's nice huh?"

"Da, the water is always nice. Come here."

"What? Don't you wanna swim?"

"Nyet. You said something about 'feeling me inappropriately'…soooo…."

"Umm, I was just being a wise guy. I don't want you to think that I'm pressuring you or taking advantage…"

"Wheeler, I am the one who is going after you!"

"Yeah, but…"

She doesn't let him finish his sentence as she lunges towards him and he almost gets out of the way, but he reacted too slowly and she was able to get one hand on his shoulder, which is just enough for her to pull herself closer to him and once she's close enough, she's able to wrap her arms around his neck and begins kissing him. He's trying his best to keep space between them, but Linka is having a hard time staying afloat, so she wraps her legs around Wheeler's waist. Wheeler prepares himself for the disgusted, appalled look he knows she's going to give him, but when he opens his eyes, he sees her smiling at him. He doesn't know what to say, so he just says,

"Sorry."

"For what?" She asks.

"You know."

She releases her legs from around him and hangs onto his neck, pulling his head down towards hers to kiss him.

"Thank you," she whispers.

"For what?"

"For the compliment. You like the swimsuit I assume?"

"Nah...I was just thinkin' about dinner."

His joke earns him a smack on the chest and a splash of water to the face. As Linka tries to pull away from him, he pulls her back and buries his face in the crook of her neck, and begins kissing his way to her ear.

"I'm kidding. I love the suit," he says as she repositions her legs around his waist and he runs his hand up the length of her thigh while his other hand is running up her back.

When she pulls back, she reminds him,

"This is not the first time this has happened; that night of the dance, in the tent…later than night, when we made up…I just hope that there will be nothing to stop us tonight."

"Me too. We just…I had this whole night planned out. You know, the 'let's have a real date before we take the next step' deal. We've got a long way to go before it's time for the 'main event.'"

"So we should stop?" She asks as she tightens her legs around him.

"Uhh…"

"Because I have heard alot of talk in the girls locker room, and of course I have had to listen to Samantha asking me all sorts of personal questions about us and how you 'must be a real tiger in the sack' and then she and Amanda would talk about things, and I had no idea what they were talking about…so I would have to go home and look up the terms on the internet. So I know there are other things that can be done to pass the time before 'the main event' as you call it."

"Linka…"

"Besides…this should not be planned out…it should be spontaneous. We are on our date and we will be for the rest of the night…whatever happens, happens…and whenever it happens does not matter. Should we go through the motions, waiting all night, getting nervous or impatient? Or should we just see what happens. Let our feelings dictate what happens. If it feels right, there should be no set time as to when things happen."

"Ok…" he agrees. "So when Sammie asked if I was a tiger in the sack…what did you say?"

"I said 'Nyet, he is a human…I have never done anything with a tiger before.'"

"Babe, that's an expression. It means…"

"Da, I know what it means…I just did not feel that it was any of her business so I avoided her question by pretending I did not comprehend the meaning. Amanda started laughing uncontrollably…Sammie did not find it funny."

"That's hilarious. Sooooo these other things they were talking about…did you find the answers you were looking for when you checked the internet?"

"Da."

"And?"

"And some of them were really weird…stuff that I would never do or never have done…and then there were other things that I could not wait to do with you," she says as she kisses him.

Wheeler cannot keep the smile from spreading across his face at the thought.

"Like what?" He asks while moving away from her lips and kissing down her neck.

"We will just have to figure that out as we go."

He rests his head against her chest and sighs. She holds him to her, lacing her fingers through his hair. When it becomes apparent that he's having trouble keeping both of them afloat, she releases her legs from around his waist and lowers herself so that she's at eye level with him and is now treading water on her own, easing his burden. She takes his hand and begins swimming towards the boat.

"Up you go!" She points to the railings, indicating that she wants him to climb into the boat.

He does as he's told and once he's onboard, she grabs onto the rail and he reaches out to pull her up. Just as he gets her onto the deck, he slips, sending both of them tumbling to the ground, her landing on top of him.

"Are you ok?" He asks.

"Da…I had a soft landing…are you?" She asks, sitting up with a leg on each side of his hips.

"Yeah. I am numb right now."

"Numb? Can you feel this?" She asks as she runs her finger down his chest and torso, stopping at the waist band of his swim trunks.

"Um hmm," he nods.

"What about this?" She asks, letting her lips follow the same trail as her finger.

He bites his bottom lip and replies,

"Yes."

She pulls at the drawstring of his swim trunks, loosening them, and then climbs back up his body to kiss his lips while straddling his thigh. When he moves his leg, the increased pressure between his leg and her body causes her to gasp and when she opens her mouth wider, he takes advantage by deepening their kiss. He beings running his hands up her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts with each pass. She dips her fingers below the edge of his waistband and after a moment of hesitation, she forges onward.

He inhales deeply through his nose and arches his back, once again causing his leg to create a pleasurable friction against Linka's parted legs, both of them moaning agreeably as the other's actions electrify them.

Linka pulls away from his lips and moves to kiss his neck, then down his chest. She begins tugging at his trunks to pull them down. He puts his hand on her cheek to get her attention.

"Linka, you don't have to…"

"Sssh. I did this to you…it would not be nice to let you suffer."

"It'll go away eventually…it always does. I don't want you to think you need to…"

"I want to. Unless you do not like it…"

"I don't know. No one's ever…I've never…done anything more than kissing with anyone."

"Really?!"

"Yeah. That surprises you?"

"Well…da…I just always assumed you were…experienced."

"When would I have the time? I've been a Planeteer since I was practically a kid…and in love with you for just as long…have you…?"

"NYET! I was younger than you when we joined the Planeteers and never even considered the possibility of being with anyone else but you."

"Good."

"Good? Why? Would you not want to be with me if I had been with someone else before you?"

"No, that's not what I mean…I meant 'good' that you've never considered the possibility of being with anyone else but me…because that makes me happy to know that you've felt the same way as me all these years."

"Good. I am glad that you are happy…now back to keeping you happy…"

"No, Linka…I can't. I can't let you do this."

"Why?"

"It's kinda…I don't know...like...I think...it's not right...not now...Maybe later…but I just want our first time together to be…together."

"Oh...umm. Samantha talked about something...I cannot remember it was uh..."

"No! No no no. No...I, uh...I know what she's talking about...That's NOT what I meant. I meant in the more...traditional way. Is that stupid?"

"Nyet. It is sweet. I like the way you think."

"Besides, our little conversation before kinda gave me some time to calm down. Although looking at you in that suit, it won't take long to get me going again!" He says as he brushes his fingertips across her bare stomach, causing her to shiver.

He sits up and leans his back against the side of the boat, bringing her with him. She is once again sitting astride his lap so she can face him, but is being careful that the lower halves of their bodies do not make contact. He rests his hands on her hips, holding her at arms length and looking her over.

She blushes at the attention.

"Tell me this is real. You're really here. We're really together. I keep hoping that I'm not gonna wake up from a dream…and you'll be gone," he pleads.

"This is very real Yankee. I am really here. We are really together…and I am not going anywhere."

He reaches up and caresses her cheek. She tilts her head and leans into his touch. He slowly slides his hand from her cheek, down her neck, chest, and stomach, over her hip, down her thigh, knee, and calf.

"Wheeler, I am real," she whispers as she leans her forehead against his and nuzzles his nose.

"Just checking."

He takes her hand and entwines their fingers. He presses his lips to her knuckles and works his way up her arm, across her shoulder, up her neck, and finally to her lips. Then he wraps his other hand around her back and pulls her forward so that her chest is flush against his. Then he bends his knees behind her, giving her back support, but also causing her to fully come into contact with him.

"Bozhe moy," she pants against his lips.

"Mmm hmm."

They continue their make out session for the next half hour, until being rudely interrupted by Wheeler's growling stomach, followed by Linka's fit of giggles.

"Are you hungry Yankee?"

"Maybe a little…but I'd much rather keep doing this."

"Me too, but I am also getting a little hungry. We can continue this after dinner…I think it may be best if we slowed down for now…is that ok?"

"Yeah. You're right. I've got plans for us after dinner anyways."

"Does it involve that dress you packed for me?"

"Yep. Why don't you go get changed and I'll get dinner ready."

"Ok."

Wheeler watches her stand up and doesn't take his eyes off her until she's completely gone from his sight. He hopes that is not the last time he sees her in that bikini. Once she's gone, he goes to the kitchen and pulls out the basket containing the sandwiches and sliced fruit that he prepared for their picnic dinner. He takes them topside, lays out a blanket and spreads it out for them to sit on. Then he hurries back below deck to change out of his swim trunks and into his evening attire, quickly running his fingers through his hair to smooth it down. He runs out onto the deck just before Linka makes her way up there.

"Hi," she says from behind him.

"Hey," he says as he turns around to see her. "You look great."

He hands her the rose that he was twirling between his fingers.

"Thank you. What is this?" She nods towards the picnic set up.

"Nothin' big. Just a little something I threw together. It's not much of a dinner but…"

"I am sure it is wonderful."

"Have a seat," he says as he takes her hand and leads her over to the blanket and helps her down.

He sits next to her, reaches into the picnic basket, and pulls out…

"A peanut butter and jelly sandwich, mademoiselle."

"No honey?"

"Yeah…with honey."

"Good…I liked that."

"I knew you would. I know it wasn't much…I didn't have time to cook anything, so I had to make due with what I had."

"It is fine. I like these kinds of sandwiches."

"Then I was wondering if maybe it was a bad idea to make these since this is what we had last night at the campgrounds and that was kinda a bad night."

"It was not all bad…just that one moment. I had a great time getting ready for the dance, being at the dance with you and the time we spent at the campsite before 'the incident' was fun, and then later that night was great. We would not be here right now if it were not for last night…even the bad stuff," Linka says.

"Yeah, I see your point." Then, as if wanting to move on he brings them back to the present, he says "I got some fruit in here too," as he pulls out a bowl of assorted fruit, removes a strawberry, and holds it up to her lips.

"Mmm. Those are some really sweet strawberries," she says.

"Yeah, whatever Kwame's got going on in that garden of his, it's workin'!"

"Did you ask Kwame before you took his fruit?"

"Uhhh, no...he won't miss it…besides, he wasn't around to ask," he explains as he feeds her a grape.

They finish eating their meal, and he pours them each a glass of wine. They alternate between making out and making casual conversation about their classmates at St. Xavier's and what more they can possibly do to find the one who is guilty of dealing. Linka is sitting between Wheeler's legs, her back to his chest as he holds her in his arms. They watch together as the sun sets into the ocean. She leans back into him and cranes her neck so that she can have better access to his roaming lips, placing her hand behind his head to hold him to her. She smiles against his lips and wishes she could see what they look like; to have a picture to look at forever, whenever she wants. She is sure they look perfect because that is exactly how she feels. This moment is perfect.

By now, the wine is nearly gone. He brushes her hair away from her shoulder and presses his lips to her skin. She cocks her neck, giving him better access and inviting him to move further. He catches her hint and nibbles his way along her shoulder, to the nape of her neck, then upwards to her ear, and he whispers,

"May I have this dance?"

"There is no music," she points out.

"There's no music…yet."

He reaches into the side pocket of his cargo shorts and pulls out a remote. He points it towards the stereo he has set up on the other side of the deck, and presses play. He stands up and holds out his hands to Linka to help her up.

"I love this song," she says as she wraps her arms around his neck and they begin swaying to the music.

"This is gonna sound weird…and I can't believe I'm actually about to admit this…but I have a playlist on my iPod that's called 'Linka Songs' and are obviously, songs that make me think of you. Is that freaky?"

"Nyet, it is sweet. You know how important music is to me right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I believe that music is the perfect way to express feelings. It is so intimate for an artist to share their feelings with the world…and when people can relate to those feelings, and apply them to their own lives, then the music cycle is complete. I have songs that remind me of you as well."

"You do?"

"Da…this is one of them."

"Really?"

"Da."

"It's a good song for us."

"It is," she says as she pulls his head down towards her for a kiss.

They spend the next hour holding each other and swaying to the music. The full moon is illuminating the sky and reflecting off the water, giving them the perfect amount of light to see each other and the feelings being conveyed when they look into one another's eyes.

Wheeler's hands are slung low around Linka's waist, his head resting atop hers as she lays her head against his chest.

"Your heart is beating so fast," she observes. Then teases, "Is this too much dancing for you? Getting winded?"

"No, this is just the right amount of dancing, and I'm not getting winded, I'm getting...nervous," he admits.

"You? Nervous?"

"I want everything to be perfect."

"It is. It will be."

"Linka..."

She pulls back slightly to look up at him, dropping her hands from behind his neck to rest on his hips. She can tell that there is so much that he wants to say, but cannot find the words. She knows exactly how he feels. She sighs heavily and smiles at him. The time is right.

Wheeler holds her tightly, feeling the warmth of her body against his. He can feel her fingers through the thin fabric of his shirt and feels her tug gently, exposing the skin of his stomach. The sensation was electric. He savors her touch and leans in to kiss her.

There was a different kind of passion to her kiss, something vibrant and alive. She kneels down, bringing him with her then lays down while he braces himself above her on the picnic blanket. He feels her tongue against his and is very aware of the way her body is responding. He breathes deeply as her fingers began to drift toward his belt buckle. She undid the snap and for a brief moment, Wheeler hesitates and pulls back, but before he can dwell on it, she sits up, turns around, and lifts up her hair, indicating that she wants him to unzip her dress. Once he does, he slips it off her shoulders. His breathing quickens as he stares at her and all at once, she leans forward and lifts his shirt. She kisses his navel, and his ribs, then his chest, and he can feel her hands begin to tug at his shorts.

He stands up and pulls off his shirt, then lets his shorts fall to the floor, and kicks them aside. He lays down over her, kisses her neck and shoulders and feels the warmth of her breath on his ear. The sensation of her skin against his is like fire as they begin to make love.

It was everything they dreamed it would be, and when they were finished, Wheeler wraps his arms around Linka, trying to record the memory of every sensation. In the moonlight, he whispers,

"I love you so much."

To which she replies,

"And I love you…more than I ever thought I could love anyone."

He picks her up and carries her below the deck to a more comfortable place. Once in bed, they make love a second time and when Linka finally falls asleep, Wheeler finds himself staring at her. Everything about her is exquisitely peaceful. Seeing her that way is contagious and he soon feels himself drifting off to sleep. He holds her in his arms as he listens to the words of the music playing softly in the background...this was now his new favorite "Linka Song." For the rest of his life, anytime he hears this song, he'll think of this moment, and with that comforthing thought, he drifts off into a peaceful, satisfied sleep, the smile never leaving his face.

Linka wakes up first to find that she is tucked against his side and skates her fingers across his chest. She presses her lips against his skin, then sits up on her elbow to watch him.

"It's not polite to stare," he says without opening his eyes.

"How did you…?"

"Because I was doing the same thing last night," he confesses.

She smiles at him and leans down to kiss him.

"You smile when you sleep, you know?"

"Probably not always...just when I have something to smile about."

"A good dream?"

"The best dream. It was about this awesome girl that I know. A girl that I never thought I'd ever have a chance with. And in my dream, we spent an amazing night together. She said she loved me. Then we had mind blowing..."

"Ok, I get it...so how did it end?"

"I woke up to find her watching me...and then she told me 'good morning' as she kissed me."

Linka takes the hint.

"Good morning," she murmurs against his lips.

"Yes it is...I was being serious Babe. Last night was unbelievable," Wheeler says as he holds her in his arms and brushes an errant strand of hair away from her face.

"Da."

"I mean it…that was the best night of my life."

"Mine too. First of many, I hope," she says as she presses her lips to his.

"Mmm hmm," he nods. "Many many many..."

"It was worth the wait…but I am so glad the wait is over. I have never been as happy as I an now," she purrs as she curls against his side and entwines her legs with his.

"Me neither. You…are the best thing that's ever happened to me Babe…I always knew you would be."

"I love you Yankee."

"I love you too," he says as he pulls her against him. "But unfortunately, we should probably get back to the island. I'm sure the others are ready to get started on going through those yearbooks."

"Da," she says sadly.

"I'm gonna go haul up the anchor."

"Ok."

Since their clothes were out on the deck, Wheeler grabbed his swim trunks from where he'd hung them up to dry in the cabin. Once he slips them on, he leans back over her to give her one more kiss before leaving.

"You're beautiful, do you know that?"

She blushes and says,

"If you say so."

"I do say so."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He stands there smiling at her. Finally, he sits down on the bed, then lays beside her and curls his body around hers.

"I don't wanna leave. I wanna stay like this forever," he admits.

"Me too," she says as she turns in his arms to face him. "But we have work to do. I have a suggestion though."

"What's that?"

"That we wake up every morning like this."

"I think that's the best idea ever."

"Good. Now go! We do not need a lecture from Gaia about personal issues getting in the way of a mission."

"I know, I know. I'm going," he says as he gets off the bed and backs out of the room, maintaining eye contact with her as long as possible.

"I will be out soon Lyubov," she says as she untangles herself from the sheets.

Wheeler has just finished raising the anchor and preparing to set the boat back on course towards Hope Island when Linka emerges from below deck, wearing the red satin camisole he had thrown in her bag.

"Wow! That looks great!" He says.

"I saw that you packed it, but I never got the opportunity to wear it...for obvious reasons! So here it is."

"Thank you! I don't know what I did to deserve you," he says as he hugs her. "Are you hungry? I also brought stuff for breakfast. It's in the basket."

She starts to rummage through the picnic basket and pulls out the box of donuts Wheeler packed.

"This is breakfast?" She asks as she holds up the box.

"Yeah…sorry. I know it's not your usual cardboard flavored bran flakes, but I didn't think the milk would keep. So I grabbed my breakfast…we should be home soon if you don't wanna eat 'junk food' and can wait."

"These look good actually."

"I think you earned it…and I'll be more than happy to help you burn it off later…" he coos.

"I bet you will!" She says as she holds a powdered donut up to his lips for him to take a bite.

"Thanks," he says around a mouthful of the powdery pastry.

"You are welcome," she replies as she uses her thumb to wipe the excess sugar from around his mouth, then licks it off her finger.

She and Wheeler take turns taking bites of the donut. When she goes to get another one, he grabs her around the waist and draws her to him for a kiss. When they part, he licks his lips, smiles at her, and says,

"You had a little something on your lip…but I think I got it."

"Are you sure?"

"Let me check," he says as he devours her lips once again. "Yeah, I got it."

"Good. Perhaps I should get us a chocolate donut next…less mess."

"Don't count on it. They still leave a big mess…as a matter of fact, it's even harder to clean up the chocolate than it is the powdered!"

"What a shame," she says as she returns with the chocolate covered donut and offers him the first bite.

He was right, the waxy chocolate coating did stick to their lips and fingers, but they did not mind the cleaning up process.

Linka steered the boat back to Hope Island with Wheeler holding her from behind the whole time. Once it was time to dock the boat, she let him take over while she went to change into more decent clothing. He gently guides the boat in and once he has it tied down and secured to the dock, they gather their belongings, and he helps her off the boat and onto the dock.

She takes his hand as they walk towards the Crystal Chamber.

"Thank you. That was a wonderful date."

"Yeah it was!"

"Nyet, seriously…even if we had not taken things to the next level…it was still amazing. Just spending time with you…no worries about a mission or being interrupted…no one else has ever made me feel as special as you do."

"And no one else is ever going to if I have any say in it! You're mine," he says as he puts his arm around her shoulder, pulls her to his side, and places a kiss on the side of her head.

"And you are mine," she replies as she puts her arm around his waist.

"Good morning you two!" Gi says when she sees the happy couple enter the room.

"Hey," Wheeler says.

"We have not missed anything have we?" Linka asks, trying to make it clear that she's all business now.

"Nope. Kwame and Ma-Ti are just cleaning up the dishes from breakfast, and I was looking through Mountain Ridge's yearbook to eliminate the people who were at the party. If you're hungry, there's still some sausage and bacon left. Or if you wanted to grab a bowl of cereal or something, there's time to do that before we get too engrossed in this project."

"Nyet, I am ok."

"Me too. I had a good breakfast already."

Gi notices Wheeler's hand resting on the small of Linka's back.

"So I see you took the sailboat out on its virgin voyage."

"Uhh, that's 'maiden' voyage, Gi," Wheeler corrects.

"Riiiiiight. My mistake," Gi says as she looks at Linka who is refusing to make eye contact, although the blush of her cheeks is a dead give away.

"Yeah, I figured it'd be a nice night to take it out since there really wasn't anything we could do until you and Kwame got back."

"Wheeler, Linka! Good morning!" Kwame says.

"G'mornin' Kwame…Ma-Ti," Wheeler says as he nods towards them.

"Did you have fun on the boat?" Ma-Ti asks.

"Yeah. We should all take it out sometime for a day," Wheeler suggests.

"What about you Linka…did you have a good time last night?" Gi asks when she notices that her friend is zoning out.

"Huh? What?"

"On the boat…did you have fun?" Kwame repeats Gi's question.

"Oh uh…da. Wheeler taught me how to drive it."

"I don't think that's the only thing Wheeler taught her last night," Gi whispers to Kwame.

Trying not to laugh, Kwame changes the subject,

"Well it sounds like you two enjoyed yourselves. Shall we get to work? If you two want to have a look at St. Xavier's yearbook, we will look at Mountain Ridge's and then trade books to make sure that we did not miss anyone that perhaps you might have remembered seeing."

"Ok."

Wheeler and Linka took their book over to the sofa chair. She sits on the chair, holding the book, while he sits on the arm of the chair with his arm around the back of it and leans down to look at the book. Their position looks innocent enough to the casual observer, but everyone in the room knows that Wheeler and Linka are indeed, closer than they've ever been before.

After spending all day going over the yearbooks and narrowing the suspect list from about 300 to about 200, the team did not feel any closer to finding the drug dealers than they were at the beginning of the day. On the flight back to Arizona from Hope Island, Wheeler mentioned that hopefully the word would spread that he was a drug addict and that would draw the dealer out of the woodwork in search of a new customer. The others hoped so as well, but were worried that perhaps the opposite would happen. People would distance themselves from him and he would lose any possible connections he had made.

"Nah, my friendships are pretty solid. The only person who probably won't talk to me will be Sammie…which is fine by me. She's losing her hold over the students anyways. Even her friends are starting to see what a bad person she is."

They were all pretty tired from the long day of researching so after getting cleaned up, the Planeteers said good night to each other and went to bed. Wheeler was sitting on his bed, watching TV when the knock on his door that he was eagerly anticipating finally came.

He jumps off the bed, rushes over to his door, and swings it open.

"What took you so long?!" He asks as he snakes his arm around her, pulls her into his room, and against his body.

"Gi and Ma-Ti were hovering around the living room. I think Ma-Ti has renewed his interest in detective work and that Gi hired him as a private detective to 'catch us in the act!'" Linka says.

"Ha! Ma-Ti wouldn't know what to do if he caught us. Geez, he didn't even know how to kiss a girl!"

Linka chuckles.

"Leave poor Ma-Ti alone. But I think we should buy Gi a romance novel for her birthday since she is so interested in the love lives of others!"

"Nah, she's just interested in our love life…and I can't say that I blame her…it's been years in the making. I mean, she already knows we're together...yesterday morning, she was there when I came out of your shower...that couldn't have looked good. She probably already thinks we did it then. She's just looking for confirmation. Think about it…finding out the truth about us would be like finding out that there's really such a thing as Big Foot or aliens!"

"Da, I guess! I just do not see what the big deal is."

"I do. The others have probably been waiting for this just as long as I have."

"For as long as WE have."

"No no no. I've definitely been waiting for this longer than you have."

"How do you know?"

"Because, I've been waiting for this since the day I first saw you. You hated me at first."

"I did not! Quite the opposite actually…I was intrigued by you immediately. Your boyish charm, your good looks."

"What are you talkng about? You HATED my boyish charm!"

"Nyet, I hated your boyish BEHAVIOR! There is a difference."

"Well, whatever…all that matters is that you're here now…and suddenly I'm not tired anymore. So we can get to the real reason why you came here tonight," he says as he puts his hands on her hips, pulls her towards him, and leans down to kiss her neck.

"Mmm...da...the real reason I am here...To see if you were telling the truth about Mr. Kane having a TV in his bathroom! Ok. Show me."

"Funny."

"I am serious."

"Fine…but here's the crazy thing…it only works when the hot tub is on…so if you wanna see it in action, you gotta get in the hot tub with me."

"Are we still talking about the TV? Or…?"

"Yes the TV! Unless you were hoping for something else…" he hints.

"Get the hot tub started Yankee."

Wheeler waggles his eyebrows at her and rushes into the bathroom to do as he's told.

"Oh and Wheeler..."

"Yeah Babe?"

"Leave the TV off!" She says suggestively.

After an hour in the hot tub and making out like there's no tomorrow, Wheeler and Linka dry off and then head to bed.

"Goodnight Babe. See you in the morning."

"Goodnight Lyubov. Sweet dreams."

"I don't dream anymore. Don't need to. All my dreams have come true," he whispers as he gives her a kiss goodnight.

"Mine too Yankee."

To Be Continued...What songs do you think Wheeler had on his "Linka Songs" playlist? Sounds like a discussion we should have on the forum!