A/N: Wow, this went fast for me. Just started writing it today and now it's already finished... wow... Thanks for the reviews I already got on my first chapter.
Special thanks to Sammie for the quick beta! Thank you! Well, on with the fic and please R&R.

Warning: Rating is changed... very physical chapter... don't say you weren't warned!

Chapter 2 – Second chance

The moment she saw him walking into the living room she stood up from the couch and rushed towards him. His smile had disappeared and he was now looking sad again. She wrapped her arms around him and caressed his back. She felt his arms around her waist, holding her tight, never letting go. He began to sob and she whispered words to soothe him, to make him feel safe in her arms. She pulled him even closer to her; she wanted to kiss him, to let him know that she would always be there for him. But in this position she wasn't able to reach his face, that's why she kissed the side of his neck. "It's okay... I'm here..."

When his sobs stopped he slowly pulled back and looked into her eyes. He had missed her so much and he regretted the fact that he had told her 'no' when she had wanted to come with him.

((Begin flashback))

He was sitting behind his desk, staring into nothingness. The events from the day before still clear in his mind. She hadn't been home when he came back; she was still in New York for a forensics convention. She had talked about it for months, and he didn't want to call her to come back. The convention was going to take three weeks and she just left two weeks ago.

But now he decided he had to call her, he hadn't yesterday; she had a right to know what had happened. They had called in the morning, before one of her seminars. She had congratulated him with his birthday and told him she had bought a gift in New York.

He picked up the phone and dialed the number of her cell. He waited a few seconds before he heard her say her name.

"Sidle."

"Hey, it's me..." His voice had been full of tears and he had a lump in his throat. It was good to hear her voice again. But he had a lot of difficulty to speak and he was sure she could hear it.

"What's wrong Gil?"

"First I want you to promise me that you stay in New York, you hear me? You deserve that convention..."

"What's—"

"Promise me, please."

"I promise, now what's going on there?"

"My mother... she died, yesterday. Heart attack."

He still remembered the silence from that moment, the silence after his last sentence. He could hear her sharp intake of breath, and he tried to stay calm. He needed her so much at that moment, but his mind told him this was something he needed to do alone. He wanted to be there alone, he didn't want her to see him this vulnerable, he still wasn't used to that, although they were married.

"I'm so sorry… I'm coming home right away, I'm buying the next plane ticket to Vegas… and—"

"Sara…" He had sounded tired, not in the mood to argue. He let out a deep sigh and at that moment he heard her sigh too on the other side.

"Please let me do this alone… I need to… I just need to do this on my own. You have to stay in New York, it's important."

"But Gil… I want to be there for you, and I want to say goodbye to your mother too."

He swallowed; he found it hard to keep her away from him, he had done it for too long. Now he just needed her, but he couldn't… he didn't want to be fragile; he wanted to be the strong one for her…

"Sara, I need to do this alone. Please…"

She sighed and he knew that she was giving in. If he was sure about this, she wasn't going to argue with him.

"Okay, but call me when you need me… I'll be here… Please take care of yourself baby."

"I'll be fine, I'll call you later."

"Gil?"

"Yeah…"

"I love you, you know that right?"

He nodded although he knew she couldn't see it. She had always been there for him, from the moment she had come to Vegas. He had never told her in that much words how much he appreciated that, not before their marriage.

"Love you back…"

They hung up the phone and he let out a deep sigh. He picked up the photo frame that was standing on his desk. It was taken on a convention for deaf people; he looked at all the familiar faces. He saw his mother standing on the front row, her arms around him. He looked at himself, as a six-year-old boy. His parents had been divorced back then so when his mother went there, he had to go with her. He wasn't deaf, but he knew sign language pretty well.

"You okay?"

He looked up and saw Catherine walking in. She was looking at him with concern in her eyes. She walked over to his desk and bowed forwards; trying to look at the photo frame he was holding in his hands. He turned it over so she couldn't look at it.

"Can't you knock?"

((End of flashback))

He lifted his hand to caress her cheek; he wanted to let her know how much he regretted it. She leaned into his touch and searched his eyes. He slowly lifted his other hand and cupped her face. He never lost contact with her eyes as he started to caress both of her cheeks; she looked at him with so much passion in her eyes. He wanted to kiss her so badly at this moment. He wanted to kiss her and never let her go again, she was his and that was how it was meant to be.

She lifted her own hands and grabbed him by his wrists, loosening herself from him. This wasn't the right moment for intimacy. They needed to talk; they needed to talk about everything, why had Catherine been there? Had he invited her?

"Baby… not now, we need to talk. Please?"

He slowly nodded and made his way over to the couch. He sat down and grabbed her hand, pulling her next to him. He entwined their fingers and looked deep into her eyes. He saw the pain and regret filled him up again, like it had many times before. It was time; he needed to tell her… explain things.

"Okay, I need to explain you something… I wanted to go alone, because I was afraid to be vulnerable. I've always been strong towards her and, I felt that if you would come with me, I couldn't be the same. I didn't want to face my family, fragile as I would have been with you."

He looked down. "When you're with me, I can show my emotions… then it's safe, but I don't want anybody else to see that. I'm sorry… you should have come with me; I needed you… although I didn't want to confess it to myself. I'm so sorry Sara…"

She squeezed his hand, forcing him to look back into her eyes. She saw the tears that were forming in his eyes and wiped his still dry eyes. She looked at him with love, to reassure him it was okay; everything was okay now.

"It's okay… I understand. I really do."

He tried to smile, just a weak smile. But he knew he had to explain why Catherine had been there, she had a right to know. He wanted to tell her that he hadn't called her, that he hadn't wanted her to be there. He wrapped his arms around Sara and pulled her close to his side. She leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed.

"I didn't call her… She just showed up there. I wanted to be alone, she didn't understand… She said that I needed someone, asked me why you weren't there…"

"You told her about the convention right?"

"I did. But, how was it?"

She shrugged. "Without you there? Well, it was kind of boring. All the speakers were new, and well… let's just say that they still have a lot to learn. So I decided to go home, to be here for you, waiting for you to come home."

He smiled at her and stood up from the couch, holding her hands to pull her with him. She went after him in the direction of the bathroom. She started to chuckle, this wasn't the right moment, but she wanted him badly. He kicked of his shoes on the way to their bedroom; she wanted to do the same but realized she wasn't wearing her shoes.

In the doorway he stopped and caught her in a bear hug. He caressed her back, pulling her tank top up and running his hands over the bare skin. She shuddered under his touch and he chuckled into her shoulder. He felt the goosebumps on her skin and pulled her top over her head. He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes, he saw the passion and the lust.

There was no need to take things slow, they just needed the physical contact right now. After this there would be a lot of times more to take things slow. She caught him in a passionate kiss. Her tongue darting out, challenging his out. He opened his mouth hungrily and let her deepen the kiss, their kiss. Their tongues were dancing together, for minutes. They both stopped simultaneously to get some fresh air into their lungs.

She pulled him over to the bed and they fell on it together, she on top of him. He kissed the side of her neck and caressed her back. She giggled a little about the ticklish feeling but bent closer to him to capture his lips in a sensual kiss. She started to unbutton his shirt and locked eyes with him. She saw the passion and she saw the love. When she had unbuttoned it she tried to pull it off his shoulders, but he was laying on it so she couldn't take it off. He sat up with her on his lap and took off his shirt. She reached for his back and caressed the strong muscles there. Meanwhile she kissed his collarbones as he pulled her closer to him.

He had his hands on her back as he tried to unclasp her bra. He kissed her forehead as she looked at him. When her bra was loose he slid it off her shoulders and threw it off the bed, in the direction of her top and his shirt. He slid his hands to her breasts and caressed them slowly, starting at the underside. He felt her shiver under his touch and rolled them over. He moved down on the bed, caressing her long legs. He pulled of her socks, and then his own. He moved up again and kissed on her mouth, her nose and her forehead.

He was now lying on top of her and she was trying to unbuckle his belt, which was pretty difficult from this position. He pushed himself up on his forearms to give her better access. She smiled at him and unbuckled his belt. She slid the zipper down and pulled his pants off. It wasn't a fair game now so he reached for the zipper of her jeans, pulled it down and pulled it off. They both had one piece of clothing left and they knew it wouldn't take them a long time to get rid of that too.

He kissed her stomach, his beard scraping over the soft skin. He stopped at her belly button and dipped his tongue in it. She laughed at the sensation and grabbed his shoulders to pull him up. He licked her stomach, the undersides of her breaths and her nipples. She moaned softly and reached for the waistband of his boxers. She needed him right now; she wanted to feel him. He helped her slid his boxers to the floor and reached for her panties. She grabbed his hands and moved them away from her panties.

She stood up from the bed and watched him, lying there with hunger visible in his eyes. He followed every move she made and she caressed herself. She was teasing him a little, although she knew it wasn't needed anymore. They wanted each other now… She slowly started pulling down her panties… the lace forming a black heap at her feet. She stepped out of it and shoved it to the side.

She was now standing naked in front of him, full of love and passion. She slowly walked back to the bed and sat down on it. His hands were back on her body in an instant and she leaned back. He rolled them over till she was sitting on top of him, straddling his hips. She kissed every inch of his chest and grabbed his hands, entwining their fingers.

She didn't want to be on top right now, she want him to be the one in control of this lovemaking. She softly kissed him on his lips and tried to roll them over. When she tried to do so she saw his look of confusion. "I want you to be in control…" she whispered in his ear. He looked at her and kissed her nose. Slowly her rolled them over till he was on top of her. As he entered her, she softly moaned.

Their lovemaking was passionate and sensual, slow and long and afterwards they fell asleep in each other's arms. He had told her he loved her with every move, and she never had felt more secure in her life.

Sara was the first to wake up, looking at the sleeping form next to her. His mouth was curled into a small smile and one of his legs was between her own. The room smelled of his musk and of hers. She tried to move and little a noticed he was waking up.

"Hey, you slept okay?"

"Yeah… I just realized that, I never told her I loved her. I don't want to make the same mistake again…"

She smiled at him as she leaned her head close to him. She knew he loved her, no matter how many times he would tell her so.

The end.

A/N: as much as I liked writing this, I'm still a little insecure about it. Tell me how you liked it please... R&R.
Okay, this is finished, let's get other fics done too...