Late that night, the two of them lay in bed relaxing after a rather intense shag session. Their Chinese lanterns bathed the room in soft light and they were both sleepy and yet still keyed up from making love.

"Jack?"

"Hmmm?"

"I am sorry about last night," Saffron said. "When I woke up yesterday and saw that I was back home…" She quickly corrected herself. "Back in London, I mean…"

"Saff, it's okay for you to call London home. It is, you know?"

"No, this is my home now. Here. With you."

Jack pulled her to him.

"I know that, too."

"Anyway, I thought I was dreaming — that it couldn't be real. All I wanted was to get back here so we could fix things. So I could fix them."

She went silent for a long minute or so.

"I don't know what happened to me the other night. Really, I don't. It's like I wasn't myself."

Jack snickered.

"Mmm-hmmm… Six sake bombs in a row will do that to you."

"Well, I'm not drinking anything anymore," Saff said firmly.

"Nothing?"

"No."

"Not even a GTnoG?"

"Not even that."

"Damn… Then who will I have to drink with from now on?"

"Sanjay."

"Oh, yes," Jack said, sarcasm dripping from his voice, "the man who thinks Liquor should be one of the food groups."

Saffron couldn't keep from laughing, mainly because she could believe that about Sanjay.

"No more drinking for me. And no more impromptu one-way flights from JFK to London on the redeye express. Not with my mum. Not with anyone."

"What about me?"

"You can fly with Mum if you like."

"That's not gonna happen," Jack snorted.

"You don't like her, do you? My mum?"

Jack chose his words carefully.

"I don't know her. I could like her — if she treated you better and didn't get you doing things you'd never normally go for."

"She does love me, you know," Saff said.

"Of course she does."

"No, she really does, Jack. We had a talk when I was home. She told me she just wants me to be happy."

Jack kissed Saffron's forehead.

"Oh, Saff…" he began, his voice husky. "That's wonderful, Gorgeous. I'm glad. She should love you. You're pretty damn lovable."

"Am I ?"

"I love you. So, yeah, you are."

Saffron shifted in order to touch Jack's face. Then she kissed him deeply.

"I love you, too," she whispered.

"Even if I am a globe-trotting camera jockey?"

At this, Saff buried her face against Jack's neck, shaking her head at the stupidity of that remark. But Jack just laughed.

"Yes," she sighed.

"Hey, I liked that!" Jack joked. "I'm using it on my next job application. If I ever need to."

Then he turned serious again, gazing down into Saffron's eyes.

"You're staying with me, right? You're not going home? To London?"

"No," Saff said, "I'm not going home. To London. You're stuck with me now, Jackson. And I am home. As long as we're together, I'm home."

"Damn right you are" Jack replied, clearly thrilled.

They kissed again, sealing the deal on their future living arrangements.

"Saff… There's just one thing," Jack said warily, "Something we're gonna have to agree on that's totally non-negotiable."

"One thing?" Saffron asked.

"One thing," Jack affirmed.

"And that is?"

Jack propped himself up on one smoothly muscled arm, grinning at her. A shaft of moonlight lit his handsome face as he gazed down into her eyes.

"You have to call me Captain Sexy as much as possible."

"Fine," she said. "On Wednesdays."

"Every day."

"On Wednesdays."

"Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. Saturdays during months with an "R" in them. Or a "Y." Or a "J." Or…"

"On. Wednesdays."

"Damn… All right, all right... "

"Maybe the odd Saturday. If you behave."

"I know… You're always agreeable on Wednesdays."

"Correct."

"And Fridays are reserved for No. 3 on my List of Demands."

"Yes. It's so much fun negotiating your non-negotiables."

"Why can't things happen on Thursdays?"

"I'm too busy on Thursdays for things to happen."

"Busy how?"

"Recovering from Wednesdays," Saffron said, pulling Jack down for a nice, long extended kiss before adding, rather suggestively, "Captain Sexy would've known that."