Author's Note: Okay, so here's some A-Squared tender smexing and the Shore case file will return next chapter. I think I can finish this by the end of the day. We'll see.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

Once again, she was awake before him and she took the time to study him in the early morning light. It was less than 24 hours before D-Day and she was worried.

Logically, she knew that the odds of him dying were very slim. The FBI was very competent and their handlers were determined to get them home alive. After all, they were A-Squared, the agency's Golden Couple, this generation's Joan and Arthur Campbell. Well, without all the drama and the jealous women and the…anyway, the odds of things going left, right, and sideways were small, despite their Lucy and Ethel-ness. The Op would work and everything would be okay.

Her heart however screamed at her to memorize everything about him, to touch and listen and love him twice as much today because he may be gone tomorrow, leaving her alone again.

Even though she had healed a lot of the wounds Ben had inflicted, the fear of being abandoned was still there. Losing Ben had devastated her but she had been able to bounce back. Losing Auggie would destroy her because not only was he her lover, he was her best friend.

She saw a tear splash on his arm and she wiped it away quickly, not wanting him to think she was weak…

"You don't need to hide your feelings, Annie. None of that brave shit." he said softly as he wiped away her tears.

"I'm sorry, Aug. I know that you know what you're doing and that the FBI knows what they're doing and Jai knows what he's doing 90% of the time…"

Insulting Jai never failed to make him laugh.

"…but until Russo's packed away in a holding cell, I'm not gonna feel right."

"Don't apologize for caring about the ones you love. Ever."

He had that heavy tone again. The one that spoke volumes about his inner demons without going into detail. His I Don't Want You to End Up Like Me tone. He only used it when he really wanted her to listen. She nodded and hugged him, feeling his steady heartbeat against her cheek. A gentle hand went to the small of her back and turned her so she was flat on the bed, him tenderly on top of her. Auggie cupped her face, urging her silently to meet his sightless but soulful gaze.

"I love you. I'm not going anywhere without a fight and death's gonna have to drag me kicking and screaming away from you."

His kiss was hot and demanding as usual with but had a slow burning wildness. Annie whimpered and surrendered immediately, twining her tongue with his. His hands pulled her nightshirt (his grey Mario shirt with the green mushroom on it) over her head and she pulled his pants off, leaving nothing but skin separating them.

He turned them so that she was on top and twined their fingers together.

"Ride me, baby. I want to feel you…" he urged as he massaged her hips.

Annie smiled and mounted him inch by tantalizing inch, torturing them both. He groaned as she clenched around him and hissed as she released 30 seconds later.

"Don't start that again. You nearly killed me last time." Auggie wheezed as she swiveled her hips.

"But, you liked it. And I haven't cuffed you to anything. Unless you want me to…" she cooed while reaching for her cuffs.

She squeaked as he swatted her firmly on her ass and growled, "Ride me."

She remembered that guttural edge from the Club so she found it best to obey lest she get in trouble. Remembering her belly dance classes (for college PE credit) and thinking of swirls, Annie obeyed him sensually, her movements slow and fluid, much to his groaning delight. Since she had neglected to cuff him (next time), he sat them up and suckled at her breasts happily, his smile bright in the growing sunlight.

"So sexy…" he sighed as he kissed her sternum. "So beautiful….you think I'm going anywhere? I want at least another 40 years of this."

He accented "this" with a deep thrust into her and she screamed breathlessly as they began to move faster.

"But, w-we'll be old, then. What if we have heart attacks mid orgasm?"

"T-then our obituaries can read 'died with smiles on their faces'-Ow!"

Pinching him on the hip never failed to get him to lay off the teasing and she stroked the spot gently in silent apology. He put her back on her back and brought her legs up around his waist, plunging deep and fast. Mmm…she was no longer intimidated by his sexual appetite and he made it abundantly clear that she was more than enough for him ("You make me scream, Annie. No one else has been able to do that") so she felt safe enough to let loose. And let loose she did. Instead of just laying there and enjoying, she moved back at him with abandon, her yells sending shivers up and down his spine. Her nails dug into his back and she keened as her walls began to pick up speed, rippling and clenching deliciously. Auggie moved her legs up higher and she could feel her toes digging into his shoulders as he lost himself in her. He was going so deep, it felt like she could feel him in the back of her throat. She licked her lips hungrily at the thought of him in her mouth and he must have picked up on her desire because he groaned loudly and moved near impossibly faster, deeper, harder…

"Mmm…you feel so good, Auggie….you fill me up so much…you make me so wet…"

"…you make me crazy…you make me burn…I can't control myself when you touch me …wanted you from the start…so fucking good…oh, god, Annie!"

She gasped and her nails drew beads of blood as she held onto him for dear life, her climax rocking her whole body. Her screams of bliss echoed through the whole suite and possibly to the lobby. It was okay, if they did. Her man gave her so much pleasure that it didn't matter what anyone thought. Auggie's teeth sank into her neck and he came hard inside her, his whole body jerking and bowing against hers as shot after shot of hot seed filled her. Holding onto the back of his head, she let her head drop back into the pillows, weakly moving her hips to take it all.

With a last gasp and a small sob, Auggie's arms gave out and he kept his face in her throat as he hugged her, nuzzling her softly, gratefully.

"I love you, Auggie.", she sighed, feeling sleep beginning to set in.

He squeezed her and replied softly, "I love you, too. Always."

They slept peacefully, thoroughly tangled in each other's arms.