A/N Just a little bit of fluff because everyone needs a little bit of fluff. Two chapters left, then I've got a Garret/OC in the works and more of Never Forget which I really need to finish, if you like Harry Potter I suggest checking that one out, and probably a few more one shots on their way as well. And am I the only one that thinks it's funny that the first word that comes up on spell checker for "Cavanaugh" is "Naughtier" ?

He woke up feeling better than he had in years, he felt years younger and all the stress that had slowly been piling up had evaporated off of him. He felt her nestled against him, snoring ever so gently. His stomach gave a low rumble, reminding him he hadn't eaten in over a day, between the beer and the hangover he'd had no appetite, but now it came back for him.

He gently extricated himself from around her, careful not to wake her and slid into the kitchen, trying to be as silent as possible as he put together what she had bought into something resembling a good hearty breakfast. While his meager culinary skills were being put to the test he searched for something to put the food on, finding a small tray after a good ten minutes of searching and a burning smell reminding him that the food was still cooking.

Once he got everything back under his control, he put the bacon eggs and toast all on two plates and grabbed the carton of milk and two cups and carried the tray back into the bedroom. She stirred awake as he walked in, and she eyed his naked body, something she hadn't gotten a good look at the night before. "mm, breakfast in bed. You know, you are just full of surprises." She said, grabbing the tray so that he could sit back in the bed.

They ate quietly and contemplatively, the silence was unnerving to him, he found himself in the fear of her telling him the one thing she didn't want to, the reason that she hadn't wanted to do this in the first place, but she never did, she never said anything until after they had both finished and the tray had made it's way onto the floor, neither of them in the mood to put it in the sink. She leaned back against him, and he wrapped his arms comfortingly around her.

She tilted her head against him, staring up at him, and he could see the sad, hurt look in her eyes, and she dropped her head as a stray tear made it's way down her face. He gently wiped it away. "Don't cry." He soothed.

"I still don't know what I want, I thought maybe I'd wake up this morning knowing what I wanted, and now there's this. It was amazing, but I don't want to risk loosing you over a stupid lover's spat, I don't want to loose your friendship." He smiled, rocking back and forth gently.

"I'll always be your friend, no matter what happens between us, that's something that you can't get rid of." She looked up at him.

"No matter what?"

"No matter what." He told her, and she grinned. He bent his head forward to seal the promise with a kiss, a tender one, compared to the passionate ones shared the night before. A loving kiss, one that showed his affection not his need.

"If that's the case, let's make the most of the time I've packed the little voice in my head on vacation from the vacation." she pushed him back against the pillows and he grinned wolfishly at her, capturing her mouth with a kiss that was far more passionate than the previous one. She broke it off with a mischievous glint in her eye. "What was it you said about a tattoo with my name on it?"

"I believe it was one was enough." He replied, trying to kiss her again, but she kept evading him.

"And while that one is sexy," She began, planting a gently kiss to the small black mark on his hip "I think one with my name would be even sexier." Her lips gently traced a sideways path, stopping their teasing path far too soon for his liking.

"What exactly would this tattoo say?" He asked, willing to do anything to get her to continue her ministrations.

"Well, Jordan of course." He groaned as again she teased, this time kissing her way down the line of soft hair that extended down his chest. "Perhaps I heart Jordan? Or maybe Property of Jordan Cavanaugh?" She asked playfully, always missing the one spot he wanted her the most.

"Anything." He begged as she finally hit the spot and his eyes rolled back in his head.

"I'm going to hold you to that, you know that, right?" She told him, knowing full well that she had him under her control.

"You're getting one too if that's the case." He told her as he relaxed, her curling around him. She rested her head against his chest, listening to the soothing sounds of his slowing heartbeat. He felt the words he wanted to say on his lips, but they wouldn't come out. Instead he just held her close, one arm wrapped possessively around her, content to have her close.

"So when do you want to get that tattoo? There's plenty of places up and down the boardwalk." She traced lazy patterns through the pale brown hair that stretched from arm to arm across his chest.

"Staying in sounds like a much better idea." He told her, kissing her again.

"Being a coward, are we?" She teased him, and he smiled.

"If you recall, calling me a coward got us into this bed, if it makes us stay in it go ahead and keep saying it, I won't deny it." She laughed and gave him a playful smack on his stomach.

"You can stay in it all you want, but I'm going to leave." She got up and walked towards the bathroom, and he leaned back, enjoying the view. "I'm going to take a shower, care to join me?" He didn't have to be asked twice to follow her up and into the bathroom.