Author's Note: Here is the next chapter in my Tru and Davis saga! I hope you enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed putting it together. Please bear in mind that love scenes are not yet my strong point, so be gentle when you leave a comment. If anyone has suggestions on making it better, it is always appreciated.

Thanks to everyone that reviewed Chapter One!

Tru had been acting rather odd all night. I really wanted to enjoy the time spent with her, and tried to steal a glance here and there, but with not much luck. She had been split from Luc for a few months now, and even if I had half a snowball's chance in hell with her, I would not have tried to make a move on her now. It wasn't like I hadn't had my share of heartbreak; rebound relationships just didn't work.

Besides, we were just friends. Really good ones given the secret we kept together, but friends nevertheless.

And nothing more.

I wasn't a fool, and besides,

I was her boss.

Which kind of came as a complete shock when I woke to find her hovering over me. Well, at least sleeping with my eyes open finally paid off. I wasn't sure why she was doing that, but I couldn't deny that it felt really nice. I knew she thought I was just sleeping, and maybe it was the Chianti I drank at dinner, but I wasn't going to prove otherwise.

Of course, the conscious had to put in it's two cents.

What are you doing, Davis?

What if this escalates, Davis?

Are you out of your mind! ?

I saw as her lips, her beautiful, full lips, settled on mine. It's a credit to my fortitude that I didn't grab her then and there, her lips felt so wonderful against mine.

Just as fast, it was over, but not before I 'woke up'.

Even now, I'm not sure what prompted me to catch her in the act, as it were. I really wanted to know what she would say, how she might react, how far she was willing to take this.

I expected that she might have some kind of witty remark, a sly comment to get her out of a slightly embarrassing situation.

I didn't expect her to stammer, swallow, stop breathing. Or for her kisses to become as fevered and desperate as my own. This was truly the stuff of dreams, and part of me sat on the sidelines, taking it all in as it happened, the other parts of me willing participants in what could only be called the best night of my life.

I was feeling a little performance anxiety. I mean, Luc was her last, for god's sake! And being the realist I am, I knew I didn't have any wicked seduction skills up my sleeve. But somewhere between the removal of my sweater and the removal of her tank, anxiety was kind of the last thing on my mind. I think it's when she slipped her delicate hands below my waistband that I stopped being conscious I had a mind and I picked her up, heading toward the bedroom.

It was something I had wanted to do for such a long time, my fantasy to carry her into my bedroom, lower her on the immaculately arranged bed, and make sweet, slow love to her for hours.

Note that I said fantasy.

I carried Tru, yes, kissing her passionately the whole time, but since I hadn't exactly planned on seducing her that night (or any other for that matter), my bedroom wasn't exactly what you would call immaculate. In fact, there were assorted files, disks, and books strewn everywhere.

I said a ton of colorful metaphors in my mind, and tried to quickly decide if I should carry Tru back into the living room or try make do in here.

It took too long to remove pants and underwear, too long to move the stack of junk on my bed, and too long to try and come up for air.

I was so busy over thinking my seduction, that I failed to notice that she was working her way around my neck, gently biting the sensitive skin, racking her nails across my chest through my shirt. Making me feel things that I hadn't felt in a really long time.

A sudden moment of inspiration, and I picked her up and held her against the wall. She laughed in my ear that she didn't think I was that kind of lover, but that she loved it. I mentally congratulated myself on my good idea.

Our kisses became more heated, bruising, deep, and sensual. My mind soon disconnected completely, blissfully allowing my body to take over. She was pressed against me, and we could've stayed like that forever, it felt so terrific. But even us romantics need to attend to more carnal concerns. I unbuckled her jeans and she stepped out of them, returning the favor. There were far too many chemical distractions for either of us to comment on each other's flawless forms, though I do believe there was an appreciative murmur when I stepped out of my pants.

Of course, it could have been me admiring Tru.

I leaned into her once more, kissing the tip of her nose, her lips, her chin. She was mine, and I was hers, for as long as she wanted, if she'd have me. Lifting her legs to just the right height around my waist, I entered, slow, deliberate, and deep, and it felt like coming home, and I knew there was no one else I wanted to be with.

Tru, writhed suggestively beneath me, moaning, weeping her release, throwing her head onto my shoulder, bringing me with her, taking me down into where her secrets lie deep and buried, taking me places I could only imagine, sinking her teeth into my neck, unleashing all of the sensation locked within me. And when we both came, it shook us to our core.

I can't say that I am the best lover Tru has ever been with, I can't even be sure if I would fit into her top ten, but I do know that together we were electrifying. At the time, I couldn't figure out why we fit so well together, or the source of the closeness we shared. Suddenly I realized it- we trusted one another. Tru and I shared a secret that neither of us could entrust to anyone else. We were bonded together by that, long before any hint of romance, and I suppose, much like high stress or catastrophic situations bring people closer, rewind days and saving the dead had the same effect on us.

The first beams of dawn shine through my window, and I watch as the light plays on her delicate features, her soft lips upturned in a slight smile. As I lay holding her, I pray that today is not a rewind day. I wonder what is ahead for both of us, if this will become something more. I won't delude myself, since after all, I have taken over the role of rebound boy.

But, if she feels about me even an ounce of what I feel for her, then there's hope for me yet.