A/N: This chapter is slightly shorter but it is yet again, a little bit racey!

*Warning - This chapter has 'M' rated material*

I do not claim to own anything from the BBC or Holby City

Chapter Ten- Dusk Till Dawn

Greg awoke still holding Sahira's naked body close to his. He was tired but in a good way. He looked over at the clock taunting him from the bedside table. It was 10:12am. His flight to Ireland was at 3:00pm and he still had to get to the airport. Before he could think about it, his body was thinking for him. He softly whispered Sahira's name as not to startle her awake and kissed her softly on the cheek. She stirred grumpily and said "five more minutes" in a sleepy haze. He untangled himself from her and walked to the bathroom. He stood for a moment, staring at his own reflection, wondering if it had all been a dream. Confiming to himself it had not been, he turned on the shower.

Sahira eventually opened her eyes fully - groggy and slightly disoriented. She looked over to her left and noticed the empty space where she thought Greg would be. Thinking for a moment he had left her there alone, she heard the shower running from down the hall. Grabbing her shirt from the floor, she wrapped it around herself and walked the short distance to the bathroom. Opening the door, she adjusted to the steam and heat in the room. She stood against the wall watching him. Greg, completely unaware he was no longer alone, sang off-key to the radio as he rinsed the soap from his well-defined body. She smiled and let out a silent laugh at his poor rendition of Paolo Nutini's candy.

She hastily dropped her shirt to the floor and stepped into the shower to join him. She pressed her body to the back of his, sliding her hands around to his beautiful torso. He quickly turned around to face her. She was perfect. He pressed himself against her and hastily started to kiss her. As he did, he thought to himself; "I don't think I could ever get sick of this.'' It was bittersweet. He knew he was leaving in a matter of hours and things have a habit of never working out for him, and this was too good to be true. Just at that thought, Greg felt her skilled hands stroking him. He let out a throaty moan and pressed her hard against the wall of shower. He was struggling to keep it together. She had now broke free and she had her back to him. She tilted her head and swept the wet hair from her neck. He took this an an invitation to start laying kisses there. She backed up into him and wriggled just in the right way. He slid his hands around her waist and up to her breasts. She was urging him to take her but he wanted to make her wait. It gave him more pleasure to see her like that.

He continued to kiss her neck and run his hands over her wet body. His hand trailed down her body until he felt her hand on his as she guided him to where she wanted him to touch her. He skillfully grazed his fingers over her sweet spot and she threw her hips back. He took this as a sign she was ready for him. As he stroked his throbbing phallus, she bent over slightly parting her legs. Greg, with one slow thrust, buried himself in her completely. He knew this was going to be short-lived because he could feel himself starting to get close. She encouraged him to quicken his thrusts. She liked the slow and sensual nature of their earlier daliance but she also wanted to be taken.

Greg's thrusts were rapid and unyielding. He was a lot more vocal this time. The steam was thick in the air and she could feel the water running down her. Greg reached down and used his fingers to find her peak as his thrusts slowed. An encouraging sound from Sahira came just as he had changed his finger rhythm to more circling movements. Greg kept the momentum of his fingers constant as he quickend his thrusts. He could feel her tightening around him and held position while the waves of her orgasm claimed her. He was gripping her tightly as she shook. He was still close but he wanted to string it out as long as he could. Aware Sahira was struggling to stay upright, he began moving inside her again. He was only about five strong thrusts in when he felt her tightening again. He lost control this time as he buried his face in her neck.

Greg sat on the side of the bed, towel around his waist. Sahira stood looking at him for a moment from the bedroom door. She was taking it all down in her memory. She had never felt this way about anyone before in her life and no one had ever made her climax like he had. As he sat there on the edge of the bed, he looked back at her and smiled. He stood up and walked towards her. "Come here." He said with a wink - holding out his hand. He took her hand and pulled her into a kiss. Just as she was about to undo his carefully placed towel, he stopped her.

"Sahira, as much as I want to, my flight is at 3:00pm." He said pointing at the clock that had now rushed forward to 12:40pm.

She looked up at him disappointed but knew he was right. Plus, as sad as it was, she needed to get home too. She didn't want her mum to think she was taking liberties. She felt a little guilty that she had not seen her kids for what felt like forever and she was back to work the day after.

They remained in a comfortable silence awaiting the moment she had dreaded. As their time ran out, he looked at her and sighed. She was sitting at the kitchen table with her empty cofee cup. He sat down across from her with concerned eyes. He finally broke the silence.

"Are you going to be okay?" He said taking her hand in his.

She nodded silently, half-smiling at him. "I don't know what to say. I have no idea what the right thing to say is!"

She had snapped back to reality and it was awful.

"This is not the end Sahira. I love you even more now - if that is even possible. Six months will pass in no time and yes, it will be tough, but we have had our fair share of tough."

"I wish we had not made such a mess of things. If I had just been honest with you and myself, we may have had more time together."

"As long as I now know you love me, that will be enough. I am gonna miss you though."

At that, she rose to her feet and gestured for him to stand. As she held him, she said "me too."

He picked up his passport and tickets and then his bags from the hall. It was all very surreal at this point and he was very aware, they were about to leave their bubble of short-lived happiness.

As she followed him down the stairs to where their cars were, the daylight and fresh air felt raw. Sahira was trying to remain in control and his silence as he threw his bags in boot of the car made it clear he was feeling the same. He turned to her standing there frozen.

"Well then." He mumbled.

She pulled him into an embrace before kissing him on the cheek. He looked back at her a little disappointed and uttered through a sideways smile, "is that all I get?" Laughing as he pulled her into a proper kiss. This kiss was proving impossible to break but eventually he managed.

She looked sad as he hugged her once more and kissed her forehead. With a lump in her throat, she told him to be safe and call her when he got to his mums.

"I wish you could come with me." He said as he opened his car door.

Jokingly, Shaira said. "It's a bit soon to be meeting your mum though." Trying to diffuse the tension in the air.

His reply mimicked hers. "Hey. My mam is a fine women, you would be lucky to meet her."

They both laughed forcibly as he got in the car. He rolled down the window to say one final goodbye before he drove away. Sahira waited until his car was out of sight before making her way to hers. She sat for a moment feeling empty. She had felt a million emotions in the last 48 hours and she had no idea how to keep moving.

Chapter eleven is in the pipeline. I promise.