Present Day – The cabin – Bobbie's POV

Sleep didn't come easy for her. It never did but this time, it was well passed 2 am and Bobbie was still staring at the ceiling. The small light next to her casting shadows on the wall… The soft snoring of Tim, who was lying on the sofa in the living room, stopped a while ago. But Bobbie had great hearing so she was sure he didn't get up. Maybe he was still asleep?

Sitting up and leaning against the headboard of the bed, Bobbie played with the necklace around her neck. During daytime, she put it safely away in the pocket of her jeans or whatever she's wearing. But during the night, Bobbie wore it close to her skin. She woke up more than once holding the ring in one of her hand.

But she was still wide awake…And this time the reason wasn't that she was being hunted by everyone in this country. No, it was the man lying on the sofa on the other side. And he was probably sound asleep because she still couldn't hear him move or stir from where she's sitting. For a reason Bobbie can't place, her heartbeat is speeding up and she silently swings her legs over the bed.

The loud sound of crashing glass made her jump up. It echoed through the cabin and as sudden as the sound came, it was silent again. Except for one loud curse making Bobbie run to the living room in just her black panties and black tank top. Her hand's already on her rifle that's resting next to the door. Her instincts alert to duck away if she heard or saw anything hostile.

But it was Tim who came out of the kitchen and glared at her when noticing she was standing there with her hand on her rifle. "You're gonna shoot me now?" His voice was sleepy and his hair was a mess.

Bobbie shook her head, pulling her hand away from the weapon and took a few steps closer to him.

"What hap…?"

"What happened?" he finished for her, but his voice wasn't cold or harsh anymore. "What happened Bobbie, is that I wanted to take a drink and suddenly saw that someone poured it all away. Do you know how much those bottles were worth?"

Crossing her arms before her stomach and locking eyes with him in the dark, Bobbie shrugged. She didn't regret throwing his liquor away. Certainly not now that Tim decided to come here to join her.

"Well, I wanted to help. You don't need that shit," she murmured, closing the distance between them and she can't help but glance at his open flannel shirt. His eyes look down at her and Bobbie can make out his signature half grin. "Are you angry?" she asked, one of her hands reaching out and her fingers softly wipe some of his hair away from his forehead.

Tim shook his head, looking away from her towards the ground and Bobbie could see the soft lines in his face. He was older, so was she. Just with a few years but it seemed like time had left some scars in both of their faces. She can't help but touch the side of his face, making him look at her again.

Feeling the longing grow inside her, Bobbie hesitates to close the distance entirely.

"Tim, I didn't want to lea…," but she can't finish her sentence and freezes in place when Tim suddenly bends towards her. His lips grace hers, just a short time but enough for Bobbie to feel weak in the knees. He pulls back too fast for her and Bobbie panics. She didn't want Tim to pull back. She wanted him to kiss her like he used to do.

Tim's already turning away from her, his eyes cast somewhere else when Bobbie finally moves. Her hand quickly grabbing his upper arm, making him turn to her. There's a hint of confusion in his eyes while looking at her but it disappears as soon as Bobbie pulls him closer by his shirt.

"No," she whispers against his lips, "this time, you're gonna finish what you start." Referring to the shed when he kissed her too but pulled back and left her breathless and alone.

Bobbie knew him…Knew that Tim was about the say something but she just pressed her lips fully against his. And he fully co-operated with her when his arms fling around her. Hands on her hips and pulling her even closer to him. The way he kissed her made Bobbie forget everything. Tim's lips move slow at first but as soon as Bobbie's body is pressed against his, he groans into her mouth.

Her hands are in his hair, travelling down his neck towards his flannel shirt. It was already hanging open and Bobbie doesn't waste time with sliding it over his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground behind him. Tim pulls back lightly, locking eyes with her before pulling off his white undershirt and revealing his bare chest. Bobbie can't help but let her eyes travel over his torso, using her fingers to trace the familiar lines on there ; the scares, the tattoo, the muscles…

Both their breathing picked up speed when Tim's mouth crashes on hers again, both their hands are hurried to get each other out of their remaining clothes. Tim's jeans joins his shirt and Bobbie's tank top and panties are being thrown somewhere behind the sofa. When her nails trace lines from his shoulders to his back, Tim whispers her name against her lips.

Making her eyes open and look straight into his blue ones. It is the darker shade of blue lingering in his eyes that makes her push him on the sofa so he's sitting down. The way his eyes are roaming over her body but especially that wicked grin that Tim's now wearing around his lips, almost makes her come undone right there.

She straddles him, moving on top of him and feeling his warm hands settling on her hips. Resting her forehead against his, Bobbie grinds her hips to meet his and gasps when feeling Tim enter her. "Fuck," she murmurs before kissing him and moving her hips against Tim's.

His hands seem to be everywhere while Tim meets her pace and Bobbie leans a bit back. Her eyes towards the ceiling for just a few seconds because as soon as he meets her with a thrust that hits a spot Bobbie knew only Tim could. Her lips are parted, gasps and moans escaping her when Tim moves faster.

But the momentum is broken when Bobbie suddenly feels Tim stop, making her look down at him in confusion. His fingers are slowly making their way from her belly to her breasts. Lingering there for a second before caressing the ring hanging around her neck. She swallows seeing the intense look he suddenly gave her.

"I kept it," she managed to whisper, her voice broken and Bobbie waits for his reaction.

He doesn't speak, instead he goes to sit up a bit straighter so Tim can pull her in his arms. Embracing her fully while kissing her passionately. This wasn't a hurried kiss, not like before. Bobbie felt the love they had for each other in his movements. His hands are now buried in her hair while moving inside her. And Bobbie is lazily rocking her hips against his, slowly building up to what they both want.

They're both not rushed, their hands exploring familiar ground again. Knowing exactly where to touch each other to earn that special moan. The warmth of his body against his, makes Bobbie feel safe once again. Even if it's dark in the living room, she couldn't care less. Locking eyes with him and biting her lip when she feels her orgasm building.

"Tim," Bobbie whispers and he simply nods before kissing her lovingly.

"Come," he murmurs, locking eyes with her again. His hands on her hips and thrusting in her a little deeper and with a faster pace.

It takes him three of those deep thrust before Bobbie moans his name and feels her clench around him. Closing her eyes when Tim comes inside her and pulls her ever closer to him.

They're both panting, arms circling around one another and tracing lazy kisses from each other's neck to their lips. Not wanting to part yet. Not wanting the day to start.

It's Tim who locks eyes with her and caresses her hair, rubbing some hair away from her forehead. "You're beautiful," he smiles, his eyes travelling towards her necklace and to the ring.

Bobbie cups his face and makes him look up at her. Those beautiful blue eyes of his…The eyes that she missed so hard the last years… "I love you, Gutterson. I never stopped loving you," gracing his lips with hers.