A/N: I got inspired…so here's chapter 3. And you sometimes have to use your imagination with this story. I know, work..…Please R&R!

Kathy POV

God. Look at him. He looks so tired. The sadness in his eyes. I love eyes those eyes, which leads those lips, and those arms, those abs….GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF! Hmm, wonder who he was talking to?

"Hey sweetie. Who was that?" Ahh, the couch. Has served us in a pinch before. I know he's been sleeping here and not waiting for me either. Is he avoiding me?

"Dr. Huang. I have to meet with him."\

"Are you okay? El, stay…sit down, talk to me." He's troubled. It must be awful. The weight on him. Just touch him, I mean, you are married to the man.

"This case today Kath. It was so…"

Oh my God, he's just sobbing. My poor baby. I can't take this. That's right baby. Let me hold you, take care of you. It so strange to feel him practically collapse in my arms. His sobbing, this "case" must be horrific. "Tell me. Please. Let me know, Elliot."

"I can't. Not now. I'm just not ready to tell you anything. Later, I promise. Look, all I know right now is I love you, and I just wanna be ready to tell it all."

"I love you too and I can see in those big blue eyes that this is big. Well, I guess I need to get started on…"

Wow, this is nice. Tired to get up and he pulls me back to kiss me. Us. Kissing, like we used to. No kids, no one to stop us. Why am I suddenly feeling like my parents should bust in on us? So funny I would think that. I don't want this to end. Does he know what I've been thinking about? Is this is just a vain attempt…Okay…nothing "attempt" about this. I've wanted this for a long time now.

I know that look in his eyes. The pain, seems to be gone, replaced by….desire, passion….oh Elliot. How could I think that you don't want me? Holy Mother forgive me for doubting him….okay, something I have to know.

"Not to, um, spoil things here but what brought this on?"

"So now I'm not allowed to enjoy my wife? I think not."

Ouch! Why does he always have to play so rough! "Easy killer. I'm fragile." Smooth, real smooth.

"Alright, gentle it is."

Oh, sneaky. Always with the neck….it's my weakness and he's exploiting that. He knows me all too well, all of me. sigh This is so right.

"Hey, keep it down woman. You'll make the neighbors think one of us is having an affair."

"Don't be silly. You know as well as I do they're both stone deaf. I can be as loud as I want to." Oh, good one. He LOVED that. Now this right here is why I love this man.

Making out on the couch like teenagers in the middle of the day. God, this is what marriage is supposed to be like. He's sooo good at this, doesn't even break his stride to take off my shirt. I love the way he looks at me, makes me feel like….well, like I haven't had four kids. Man, he's just taking me all in…too bad it's not the other way around. Time just stands still…..oh, what could you possibly need to say?

"Kathy, let me make love to you."

Uh, OKAY! "How can I say no to you?" Almost why we got married in the first place. But, I'm glad I am. You're a great friend…and an even better lover.

"You can't, never could. But for now…I'll settle for moans, sighs, followed up with screams of "Oh God yes."

He's so good. Oh here, Elliot, let me help you with that zipper. That's right…it's time for me to get what I want….time? Hmm, wonder what time it is….

"Mom? Dad?"

Wonderful. Kathleen…always a little earlier than expected. I think we've got explaining to do…now, where is it?

"Mom…your shirt."

"Right thanks." Busted, big time.