Disclaimer: Still not mine.

A/N: This is the last chapter, so I guess it is an appropriate place to say thatI hope everyone has enjoyed this story. Comments, constructive criticisms and general chit-chat is always welcome!

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Fraser awoke the following morning, allowing the sunlight streaming in through the window to bring his senses to awareness naturally. The events of the past evening came back to him in a rush. Stretching lazily in his bed, he recalled how he and Meg had spent half of the night talking whilst eating take-out Chinese on the floor of her office, stopping only to place the gentlest of kisses on each other.

They had both decided that it would be a mistake to rush into anything, considering the time it had taken to get to this place, but even that had not made it any easier to separate at the end of the night. After many lingering kisses in her car, Meg had finally dropped him off at his home in the early hours of the morning. He had offered to go to the station himself in the morning, once Ray called to say that they were ready for them, but Meg had insisted, explaining that unless she went back straight away, she would probably try to avoid it for the rest of her life. Fraser found himself admiring the courage in her and her determination to not let herself be intimidated by this. He had promised her that they would go together, and she had smiled gratefully at him, demonstrating her thanks in a deep, soulful kiss.

Having finally made it up to his apartment, he had fed a very put-out Diefenbaker and undressed for bed, when a knock on his door startled him. He opened the door cautiously, wondering who could be calling on him at such a late hour. He was not expecting to see her, and he was definitely not expecting the assault as her small, lithe body threw itself against his solid one, her lips pressing hard against his, but he managed to react just enough to push the door closed behind them without releasing his grip on her.

"I think," she managed to say, when his lips moved from hers to nip at her jaw, "that we have waited long enough."

Pulling away from her slightly so that he could look her in the eyes, he spoke softly. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

That one word was all he needed. Pulling her back into the kiss, Ben slid her coat from her body before moving them both gently towards the bed, somehow managing to not break the kiss, even for a second.

Turning them around, Ben felt the back of his knees meet the edge of his bed before they were both suddenly sprawled on the firm mattress.

Ben groaned slightly at the weight of her pressed seductively against his groin as she wriggled slightly, getting more comfortable.

"Sorry," she mumbled, misinterpreting his groan.

"No, please," he replied somewhat breathlessly, as her movements ceased. "Don't stop."

Meg grinned, before reaching down to kiss his lips roughly, pressing the length of her body against his as she did.

Their kisses had become harder, more passionate, as both gave in to the sensations the other was creating, until finally Meg could stand it no longer. She cried out for him and Ben, knowing that he could never deny her, gave in to her, completing their union in a haze of overpowering emotion.

She had fallen asleep wrapped in his gentle embrace, looking truly peaceful for the first time since he found her at the Consulate earlier that evening, and had remained there all night.

Moving slightly to enable him to see her face more clearly, Ben looked down at the woman curled up against him, one arm resting lightly on his chest, her fingers flexing instinctively as she woke.

Meg moaned softly as he shifted beneath her again, pulling her from a peaceful slumber. It took her a moment to remember where she was, and with whom, but the moment she did, her eyes opened and she found herself staring into the beautiful face of Benton Fraser.

"Good morning," he smiled.

"Morning," she replied, returning his soft smile with a brilliant one of her own, causing his arms to tighten around her as he pulled her up for a kiss, holding the bed sheet around her to keep the morning chill away from her warm body.

Turning them over, so that he was now on top, Ben let his hands trail down her sides and over her ribs, causing her to squirm beneath him, her laughter breaking their kiss. Fraser smiled at the sound, realising that he had never heard her laugh before.

"You're ticklish."

She blushed slightly, before nodding.

"Hmm," Ben thought out loud, "that could be interesting." He grinned wickedly, as she reached down to try to catch the hands that were now attempting to reduce her to uncontrollable fits of laughter. His fingers entwined with hers as they met and he pulled their hands up, laying them on the pillow beside her head as he leant down, smothering her mouth with kisses.

Meg managed to disengage her hands from his, reaching up to cup his face as his tongue eagerly explored her mouth. Fraser's hands were now stroking her shoulders, gently tracing patterns along her arms.

Meg moaned into his mouth as his hand slid beneath the sheet, sliding between their bodies to cup her breast, his thumb running gently across her nipple.

At that precise moment, the door to Fraser's apartment burst open and Ray Vecchio entered.

"Hey Benny, Welsh wants you down at…"

He stopped, frozen in place. His eyes had scanned the room automatically, attempting to locate his best friend but, knowing that Benny was always up by that time, he was not prepared to find him in the bed. And especially not prepared for the person who was, at that moment, sharing said bed with him.

"Oh God," he said as his eyes took in the scene before him, the slightly flushed faces of the occupants of the bed as they looked back at him. "Oh God, I'm sorry," he repeated, covering his eyes as he suddenly realised he was still staring. "I'll get out of here."

Ray turned quickly, heading back out of the door he had just entered by.

Fraser found he was able to move again, after the unexpected intrusion. Leaping out of the bed, he stopped long enough to pull the sheets back up around Meg, before tugging on an acceptable amount of clothes in record time.

"Ben?"

He leaned down to place a tender kiss on Meg's lips.

"I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

And then he was out of the apartment, taking the stairs in leaps as he ran to catch up with his friend. He didn't understand why it was so important to him that he talk to Ray now, but somehow he just knew he had to.

"Ray!"

Reaching the Riv as it was about to pull away from the curb, Fraser pulled open the door, forcing Ray to abort the manoeuvre.

"Fraser, what are you doing?" he asked, as the Mountie slid into the passenger seat of the car.

"Ray, please. I realise you are probably upset by what you saw up there…"

"I'm not upset," the detective interrupted. "Just embarrassed. You know, if you're going to have sex with someone, you really should lock the door. It prevents a whole lot of awkwardness when people come to visit."

"I'm sorry, Ray. It wasn't planned and I just didn't think…"

Ray sighed, leaning back against the supple leather of Riv's interior.

"Nah, man. I'm sorry, I should have knocked. I guess I kind of killed the mood in there, huh?"

Fraser shook his head. "It's all right." There was a moment's pause, before Ben looked across at the American. "So, you're not upset?"

Ray shook his head. "Hey, who you choose to sleep with is your business," he said, before adding, "Well, as long as it isn't my sister."

Ben smiled slightly, accepting his friend's answer. "You're really okay with this?"

"Are you in love with her?" Ray asked, though he thought he probably already knew the answer to that.

The Mountie nodded. "Yes."

"And she's not going to hurt you?"

"No."

The detective nodded. "Then don't you think you ought to be up there making her breakfast or something, rather than sitting here wasting time with me?"

Ben smiled, thankful once again that he has such a good friend.

"Thanks, Ray."

"No problem. Now get out."

As Fraser slipped easily from the car, he suddenly remembered that Ray must have been there for a reason and turned back to lean on the top of the door.

"What did you need to tell me, Ray?"

"What? Oh, just that Welsh wanted you to come down to the station to do the processing for the arts bust we did last night, but don't worry," Ray grinned at his friend. "I'll tell him the Dragon Lady has you otherwise engaged this morning and neither of you will be available until at least later this afternoon."

"Thanks, Ray."

"No problem. I'll see you later."

Fraser was about to close the door when Ray stopped him.

"Oh, and Benny?"

"Yes, Ray?"

"I'm happy for you."

"Thank you, Ray."

Closing the door, Fraser watched as his best friend drove off, before turning back to his apartment block, a happy smile playing softly on his lips.

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Re-entering his apartment, he found Meg in the kitchen, making coffee. She was dressed in one of his shirts, which reached mid-thigh level on her and showed off her long, shapely legs. Smiling at the sight, he came up behind her, his arms slipping around her waist as he pulled her close to him.

"Is everything all right?" she asked, leaning back against his chest to look up at his face.

"Everything's perfect," he said, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss.

Twisting round in his arms, Meg stood on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck as his kiss became more insistent.

"Ray's a good friend," Ben murmured, as her tongue flicked out to lick a path down jaw, "but he has bad timing." Meg smiled, nibbling gently at his ear lobe. "You see, we were in the middle of something important and something that important should not have been left incomplete."

"Ah, well Constable," she whispered, "Once started, a job should always be completed to the complete satisfaction of your superior officer."

"Absolutely," he agreed and without further ado, Ben scooped Meg up into his arms, carrying her back to his bed, where they proceeded to finish what they had started, until both were more than satisfied.

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The End

A/N: Yep, I'm a sucker for a Meg/Ben happy ending :-)