Sorry its been awhile guys. here's ch. 10. i dunno how many more chapters im gonna do, but it really depends on feedback and if i get some more ideas. thanks for the reviews. they have all been really supportive. the more reviews i get, the more encouragement i have to keep going! so please review. :)

Michelle was still asleep in bed, wrapped in sheets tucked under her arms. I climbed up behind her and wrapped my arm around her body, kissing her exposed naked shoulder. When I had first woken up, I put on some sweatpants and made her breakfast. She began to stir and turned over to lie on her back, eyes still closed.

"Hey," I smiled at her, leaning down and kissing her softly on the lips.

"Hey," she said, finally pulling her eyes open.

"I made breakfast," I told her, motioning to the try on the nightstand.

She grinned and settled into the warm bed. I laid on my side and stroked her hair, periodically bringing my hand down her cheek and then back onto her neck and into her hair. She closed her eyes, obviously exhausted. As I gazed at her my mind unconsciously wandered back to the conversation I had witnessed yesterday. The guys talking about her like that.

"Tony," Michelle said, staring at me.

I realized I hadn't said anything in over a minute.

"So breakfast," I said, putting on a smile I knew she would see right through.

"Tony, what's wrong. You seemed like you had something on your mind yesterday too. What is it?" she said.

I loved the sound of her voice. I didn't want to worry her. She would get upset if she knew what they had been saying. Or what if she was used to it? That would be even worse, if she knew and had been dealing with it all this time. All theose idiots gawking at her. It wasn't fair. This would hurt her, and she didn't deserve it.

"Nothing baby."

I made up my mind. I couldn't tell her. I didn't want to see the disappointment and sadness spread across her face.

"Tony," she said firmly, and then a little bit more gently, "Sweetheart, whatever it is, you can tell me. Did something happen at lunch yesterday?"

I thought for a second. I didn't want it to seem like I was holding back from her, but I couldn't bare the thought of the look she would get in her eyes. A disappointment. Hurt. Embarrassment for the way they acted. It was so hard to keep anything from her though. I was in love with her; she could ask me to do pretty much anything and I'd do it in a heartbeat for her. If she wanted to know, I'd just have to tell her. Besides, she would worry, be distracted, and it'd end up hurting her just as much if she thought I was holding back from her.

"It's just... I was with the guys yesterday during lunch. They were talking about the girls in the office."

I looked up at her slightly.

"Oh?" she said.

"They mentioned your name."

"And..." she said.

I looked at her. She looked firm in her decision to talk about this.

"Well, they were just talking about how hot they think you are."

"That's not so bad," she said, but there was a change in her voice.

She paused.

"Tony what else did they say. I mean, it must be worse than that."

I sighed.

"They all started talking about how amazing your body is, and about the low cut tops you wear."

There was silence.

"Is that what's bothering you so much sweetie," she said, seeming slightly relieved and rubbing my back, but I could tell it still bothered her; she was just trying to make it seem like it wasn't that bad for me.

"Not completely," I said.

I had to get this out.

"Well, what else?" she asked.

I finally blurted it out.

"Someone said that you had slept with that guy, Brian, and he supposedly said it was amazing. Then they basically all sat around imagining sleeping with you."

I paused.

"Did you sleep with him?"

She removed her arm from my back and looked down. I glanced at her with my jaw set.

"Should I take that as a yes?"

She looked me dead in the eyes.

"Tony I thought you would have known me better than that. I haven't looked another way since I met you, and you know that. So if you really think that I would have just slept with him for a one-nighter than you don't know me at all."

"Michelle that's not what I meant," I said, "I know that you wouldn't have just gone home with him one night but how should I know if you were with him for awhile?"

"Because Tony," she said frustrated, "you know me. You know that I've been falling in love with you for over a year now. And the fact that you think that I would have dated somebody, especially in the office, while I was crazy about you, suggests the idea that I was just in it for the sex, no meaning. Of all people, YOU should know me better than that."

I looked down. I knew she was right, but I just couldn't get this feeling to go away; it was almost jealousy.

"You still haven't answered the question Michelle," I blurted.

"It needs answering? Fine Tony. No. I never slept with him. Of course no. I can't believe you have so little faith in me. It's embarrassing that they say that shit about me but that you believe it seems to hurt ten times more."

She walked into the bathroom. I mentally kicked myself for being so rash. I knew she wasn't like that; I had just jumped to conclusions, had been blinded by my anger at the situation.

"Michelle," I said, walking into the bathroom where she was sitting on the side of the bathtub, angry tears running down her face.

She wiped them away and turned her face away from me as I walked in. She and I were so alike in not liking others to see our weaknesses. But on normal circumstances, she would have let me see her cry. After the day of the bombing we had seen each other cry enough times that we were both finally okay with letting our weaknesses be shown to each other.

"Sweetheart I'm so sorry. It was just so difficult to hear those guys talking about you like that."

She cut in.

"If it was difficult to hear them talking about somebody else like that how do you think it makes me feel that it was me they were talking about?" she spat out.

"I know. You're right. I should have thought about it. I know you would never have just slept with him unless you were dating him and really liked him. I should have thought about it. God Michelle the reason I was so upset about it is because I just-"

It was hard to continue.

"I just didn't know how to take it in. I've never been so in love before that this would make me so crazy. I literally had to use all of my self control to just stop myself beating the living crap out of them. I love you so much. When they were saying that stuff, I knew it would hurt you, so it seemed to stab me in the heart."

I paused. She had stopped crying and was looking at me. She stood up, walked slowly towards me, and stopped right in front of me. She carefully placed her hand on the back of my neck and then with the other tilted my head up so that I was looking at her. Then she kissed me softly. She opened her mouth and we kissed gently. She pulled back and stared into my eyes.

"You are the most amazing person, Tony. I'm sorry too. God I love you so much. And let's face it, they may have been imagining it, which I hate, but I'm actually sleeping with you, which I love."

Her mouth curved into a little smile. She made me chuckle quietly and look down at the floor. I could feel myself blush a little bit, and I bit my lip. She had such a good sense of humor. She also made me feel so good about myself. And I loved that smile.

It was good to see him smile and blush. Plus, I loved it when he bit his lip. So sexy. I ran my hand over his face, feeling stubble beneath my fingers. He pulled back and, holding onto my hand, turned on the shower. He raised his eyebrows at me, and I grinned slightly.

"Yeah, but do we have time?" I said.

"We have an hour and a half before we need to be at work," he said, smiling at me.

Instead of responding I reached to the top of his sweatpants and pulled them down, using my feet to pull them down further. He removed the sheet that I had wrapped around me, and we stepped into the shower. He turned around as I followed him into the shower and kissed me. We continued kissing, and I ran my hands through his wet hair. He kissed me harder and pressed me against the tiles, pinning one of my arms above my head. He started kissing my neck roughly, making me grab at his chest harder. We made some of the most passionate love I have ever experienced. By the time we had finished we were both on the tile floor barely able to breath. He pulled his body, which was currently slumped against the side wall, up slightly so that he was comfortably leaning against the wall of the shower with my legs over his and my body to the side where I had slid off of him. I turned so that I was sitting next to him with my legs stretched out in front of me like his were. He held my hand as we both struggled to get our breathing back to normal. He glanced over at me and smiled that incredibly sexy smile which had gotten me sleeping with him in the first place. He bent his head slightly down and kissed my shoulder. I smiled slightly; I already felt exhausted and it was still early in the morning. Suddenly I smiled and turned around so that I was sitting on his lap facing him. I felt his breath catch in his throat slightly before I leaned in and kissed him passionately, pulling back after only a couple seconds.

"We'd better get ready for work," I said with a grin.

I knew that would get him going.

"What?" he said in a slightly higher pitched voice than normal as I stood up off him.

I just smiled until he, realizing defeat, took my hand and stood up.

"You know you shouldn't start something if you don't intend to finish it," he said, sounding annoyed but in an amused way.

"What do you mean?" I said, then laughing a little, "I have every intention of finishing it."

His jaw seemed to drop as I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He turned off the shower, and I threw him a towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he walked right up close to me.

"How do you expect me to get through work now?" he said seductively with a strong hand running down my shoulder and back, making me shiver, which he knew it would.

"Motivation to get through the day?" I said, returning his seductive look.

"Well, not that I've ever needed motivation knowing that you were coming home with me, but with that thought of what' s coming after work, I'm more likely going to end up sitting there for ten hours just imagining it."

He laughed slightly.

"You really have to imagine it Tony? I mean, we've done it enough times. Not much for the imagination to ponder there."

He laughed and walked around me to the sink.

"That was amazing by the way," he said, pulling out his razor.

"Yes it was," I said, wrapping my arms around him from behind, kissing him on his naked back, making him freeze.

I removed my arms to let him shave and walked into the bedroom.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" he called from the bathroom.

That made me smile even wider.

By the time we had gotten to CTU, I was in a very good mood. We were having fun as always, just joking around and laughing on the way there. In the parking garage, it seemed like we couldn't keep our hands off each other. In the car, we would kiss in between words. I felt like my heart was going to explode. This was one of the things I loved about her. We could have intimate, passionate moments, talk about serious things and just really be happy together. And then sometimes we could joke and laugh and have a kind of goofy love, which resulted in times that our cheeks squeezed together because we were hugging so tight.

"I... love... you," she said between kisses, giggling slightly.

"I... love... you... too," I said, seemingly not able to stop kissing her.

"I... can't... stop... kissing... you," she giggled.

"Me... too," I said.

We both heard a knock at the window and stopped kissing long enough to look over to who it was. Jack was standing there with his hand on his forehead laughing. I pulled her back to me before we had to get out.

"Nothing... like Jack... to... break up... the fun," I said, making the last kiss longer and opening my mouth more for a second.

I grinned at her. She looked in the rearview mirror and redid her lipstick then, giggling, wiped the lipstick off my lip with her thumb. We got out of the car, and I walked around to the other side where her and Jack were.

"I can't stop kissing her," I sad exasperatedly to Jack, but unable to conceal the grin that spread onto my face.

"You guys do realize that anybody could have walked past your car?" said Jack.

"It's worth the risk," giggled Michelle.

God I loved that laugh. That smile. The way her eyes lit up and her whole face seemed to smile and just-

"Uh huh. I see," said Jack.

As we reached the wall of the building and got closer and closer to the door, I glanced around the deserted parking lot and kissed her. It was so hard not too. Jack just shrugged with a smile on his face and kept walking as I pushed her against the wall.

"Lipstick," she said into my mouth.

I pulled back and in response kisser her all over her face instead. She giggled and squirmed.

"I still can't seem to stop kissing you," I said.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jack glance back at us with a smile, until it seemed every ounce of my attention was absorbed by her.

"Is that so," she said with a smile on her face and her lips so close to mine they were practically touching, making it so that I only saw her lip curve into a sly smile before she kissed me. She managed to escape and started walking toward the door into CTU. She glanced back and grinned at me slyly. I leant against the wall at the smile; it could really just make me melt. After a couple minutes I followed her in. As I walked by her desk she suppressed a smile and raised her eyebrows at me. It was so difficult not to smile back. I bit my bottom lip and looked away, but I was sure she had seen me grin slightly. I got up to my office and was surprised to see Jack waiting. I closed the door, shaking my head and laughing slightly that he was waiting to hear details.

"So you're still getting some," was his opening, accompanied by a big grin.

I just smiled. I didn't know what I could say to that.

"What's up Jack?" I said, not containing my smile.

"Just wondering, are you guys always all over each other or did you get laid this morning?" Jack asked mischievously.

I didn't even bother to fight it.

"Both," I said.

"Are you guys ever not together?" he asked laughing.

"No. At this point we're pretty much shacking up. Its loads of fun though," I said.

Jack was quiet for a minute.

"I was thinking about asking her to move in with me," I said, slightly hesitatingly.

Jack looked up.

"How would that work with work?" asked Jack.

"That's why I haven't," I said.

"Well, you could always have her not change her address and move in with you anyways. You know, Kim and her are good friends, and Kim is looking for a place. You could just say they're sharing it and Kim could just live there by herself. Michelle could move completely out. I know that Kim likes her apartment anyway, so if they're willing..."

Jack trailed off, but I hardly noticed. My brain was on hyper speed. Living with Michelle would be like a dream. I wasn't worried that it was fast. I had already told her that I was completely in love with her, and she had expressed the same feeling. I hoped so much she would want to live with me.

"You should talk to Michelle," said Jack, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah. It also means she will have to tell Kim. And I know she hasn't told her other friends yet either. We were trying to keep people from knowing," I said a little amused to Jack, the only one who knew about us.

"Well, honestly I think Kim already knows something is up," said Jack.

"What? How?" I asked, nervous.

"Well, last night she asked me if I thought that you liked Michelle, as in wanted to be with her. I think she might know, how ever much Michelle tries to hide it, that she's crazy about you."

"Michelle will get a kick out of that," I said, grinning slightly at the thought of her laughing.

"Dear God Tony, stop acting so smitten. You're making me nauseous."

I grinned. That was it. I was smitten. I was happier than I had ever been. She made me happier than I had ever been.

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