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The conversation flowed from then on, as did the drinks. By kicking out of the bar time, she was well and truly intoxicated. She looked at him with slightly blurred eyes. "So, are you staying at mine, then?" A romantic invitation if ever there was one. He agrees but shakes his finger at her.

"I don't want any of your funny business. I'm going to sleep. I'm a busy man you know. Can't have you making me sleep in for my meetings"

Carrie laughs and grabs his finger to stop him shaking it. They gently kiss. Everything is spinning and Carrie is not sure if it is because of the alchohol or the effect of Mr Big. Intoxicated by Big, his sweet smelling cologne, the feel of the stubble on his cheek against hers and his hands were lightly touching her skin once more. Big separated from her and they started walking back to her apartment, hand in hand underneath his large, black umberrella. 

Carrie shakily tried to put her key in the hole. "Yip!" she thought. The seven cosmopolitans, five tequila slammers and two white Russians had definetly taken affect.

Big sniggered at her and took control of her keys. He flicked the light switch on. She tumbled over to the bed and plonked herself down. Big started to loosen his tie. She watched him, taken in by his elegence even through her blurry eyes.

"Come on, " she said

"Let me help you do that." She began to loosen the collar of his shirt. He shook his finger at her once more. "No, Carrie" he said in an assertive tone. She looked into his eyes. Was he joking? His tone seemed to suggest he wasn't. So, why did he come back?

"Excuse me!" Carrie exclaimed. "Umm, whats going on here….. with the….?" She replayed his finger wagging up at his face.

"I don't know Carrie, can't we just sit and talk? " He sighed. "Its been a while since I have seen you and I don't want it to be about sex!"

She felt crushed. He had turned her down. She felt like had rejected her. Her cheeks reddened. "Okay," she spoke cautiously "well, we will just sit here and have a drink and a chat." She grabbed a bottle of red wine from the shelf and two glasses.

He nodded ad gave her a reassuring smile, however in her drunken mind she couldn't help but think that all he needed was a little bit of loosening up. She patted for him to sit on the bed beside her. He sat down and she poured him a glass. They continued with their conversation at the bar. Big had been telling Carrie about a split up he had with an ex-girlfriend. She lit a cigarette as he explained how scared he had gotten when Lisa, his ex had told him she loved him. He explained to Carrie that he just couldn't give it his all. He told her how he just hadn't felt right about it and it had freaked him out.

She eyed his red wine and noticed that he was sipping it, whilst she couldn't help but gulp it down. She had passed the stage of no return. "So when did all this happen? Was this when you were younger?" she asked stupidly.

"Umm, no. I actually split up with her last week. " He looked like a lost kid. " I mean, we only went out for four months, but you get used to not being alone."

Carrie tried to look sad for him whilst again eying his glass. She rubbed his arm. "Want a top up?"

"Nah, I'm fine her. Gotta have a clear head in the morning."

"Oh, okay," Carrie suddenly felt sleepy. She laid her head down in his lap and he began to stroke her head and run his hands through her curls.

"You wanna know why we split up?" Carrie sleepily nodded her head for him to continue. "I couldn't get one of my ex-grilfriends out of my head! And she knew I couldn't,"

Carrie nodded sleepily and giggled. "So tell me, who is this luck lady? …… the one who could steal Mr Big mans heart?"

He smiled to himself. Her face was turned the other was as her head lay on his lap. She never saw his smile. "It was you Carrie" he stated quietly. He felt completely at ease with Carrie that night, though it may just have been because he had a sneaking suspicion she wouldn't remember in the morning. He realised he had gotten lost in his thoughts. He heard some light snoring and wondered if Carrie had even heard his answer.

He gently put her nightdress on her and eased her into bed. He got in beside her, kissed her cheek and leaned over and turned off the lights. In a surreal way, it seemed like they were a couple again. A part of him wondered if one day he would by lying next to his 56 year old wife named Carrie. He shook his head and laughed thinking the wine had had more of an effect than he thought. The light from the streets of New York shone on Carrie's face and he thought how beautiful she looked. He turned around to sleep. Mr Big was destined to be a bachelor for the rest of his days.

Hey, hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next chapter feature the morning after. Carrie wakes up with a hangover and minimal memory of the night before. Why is Big not answering his phone when she tries to call? Please review this chapter. I am keen to know if you are enjoying my story or not……. Thank you Carrie and Big fans for the last review! ;)