Robyn studied Kit who was bathed in the light from inside the house. His hair had been cut short and spiked and he'd grown a small goatee. Something burned within his eyes and his nostrils were flared. Rain dripped down his face but it didn't still his rapid breathing.

"What are you doing here?" Robyn asked at last.

"That's easy. I'm here for you. Ever since I left there's not been a day that I've not thought of you, that I've not wanted to touch you and feel your body close to mine. I kept my distance those times I came back because I knew I wouldn't be able to control the impulses within me. Those impulses are why I'm here. I have to satisfy them, this torment is driving me crazy. I want you, I need you and I need you now."

Before Robyn could say anything Kit pulled her to him and kissed her. His kisses were rough but they excited her. He'd never kissed her like this before and the feel of his tongue in her mouth was wonderful. She met his with her own which only inflamed him more and she felt herself being pushed back into the house. As lost in sensations as she was she heard the door click shut after Kit had kicked it closed with his heel.

His hunger for Robyn's lips appeased for the time being Kit broke off the kiss and misread the look on Robyn's face, "I'm sorry Princess, I was too rough with you. I'd better go."

Kit turned and was about to open the front door when he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Reaching up with one of his own he stroked the hand and remembered a time when those hands had saved him. He took the hand from his shoulder and turned back to face Robyn.

Robyn smiled and squeezed Kit's hand, "I liked you being rough."

"You did?"

"I did. Before you ask I don't regret it either. I want you too, I need you too."

"This wasn't what I was expecting. After all that happened you still love me?"

"I do. I know I should be angry but I can't be. I've tried to forget you but I can't. You have no idea how much I've wanted you to come back."

"Well I'm here and I want you back. Sod all the stuff I got you to promise me before I left. I was a fool's fool to wreck things and an even bigger fool to let you go. I want you back and nothing's going to stop me getting you."

Robyn's smile grew at the intensity of Kit's voice. He meant every word. Something twigged at the back of her mind and she remembered that she was going to Paris with Ziggy the next day. At this realisation and filled with fear that Kit would walk away if she told him her face fell.

Kit noticed Robyn's reaction and lifted her chin with two fingers, "Talk to me."

"I meant it when I said I wanted you to come back and I want us to be back together but tomorrow I'm going to Paris with Ziggy for the weekend. He only sprung it on me yesterday."

"How are you getting there?"

"Ché and Greta are taking us. We'll have to share a bed."

"That might pose a problem. I can't tell you not to go to Paris but it gives you a chance to think. If we get back together it'll be for as close as we can get to forever, I'll not be stupid enough to let you go again. You need to think before you decide what you want. You get back in two days right?"

Robyn nodded, "On the twentieth."

"Ok. I'll be staying at Doctor Cole's until we know what we're doing. I believe he's doing a night shift on the twenty-first; the house will be empty all night. If I see you that night I'll know you've chosen me, if I don't I'll not trouble you again."

This proposition saddened her but she knew it was a choice she'd have to make. It was something she'd need to talk about and she knew she couldn't step into this sort of situation with Kit lightly. She knew that there was a great chance of noses getting put out of joint by any action she'd make and things would be hard for a while.

A car pulled up outside the house and honked the horn once alerting Kit that his ride back to Doctor Cole's house had arrived. Reluctantly he let go of Robyn's hand and kissed her once more. He hugged her before letting go and turning to open the door. Pausing after he passed through it he looked back at Robyn.

Robyn looked down at her soaked pyjamas and then at Kit, "You've made me all wet."

A slow mischievous smile grew on Kit's face, "In what sense I wonder."

"Well between you and me," Robyn walked over to Kit and whispered in his ear, "In both senses."

Before Kit could say anything Robyn closed the door. Kit was left staring at the door with a huge smile on his face. Fire burned in his belly and he wanted more than anything to sate the desire that had risen within him. After what seemed like an eternity he turned away from the door and got in the taxi, the smile hadn't gone from his face.

The taxi driver looked into the rear-view mirror to see his passenger he saw the massive smile on his face and had to ask, "You get laid or something mate?"

"Yeah and she didn't even touch me."

"She must be good. Your misses is she?"

Kit shook his head, "We walked down the aisle but that's as far as we got. It all went Pete Tong. If I hadn't helped to cock it up even more I'd say we could have been married by now."

Smiling the driver tossed a box of tissues from his glove compartment into the back seat, "Just in case you're going to cry or if you want to clean up. There's nothing worse than sticky knickers."

Kit burst out laughing and ended up using the tissues to wipe tears of laughter from his eyes. Whoever this driver was he was certain he wasn't from around these parts. The guy sounded Scottish. His laughter stopped when something hit him; looking into the rear-view mirror at the driver he was sure he recognised him.

Sitting up a little Kit leaned forward, "Your name isn't Michael Jones by any chance is it?"

"Who told you that laddy?"

"That doesn't matter for the moment. Do you know a Gerald Cole?"

At the mention of the name the driver stopped the car abruptly forcing Kit and himself forward in their seats. Taking off his seat belt he shifted in his seat so he could see Kit fully. Kit knew instantly he had the right guy, this had to be the luckiest night of his life.

After staring at Kit for a good few minutes the driver spoke, "Gerald Cole is a name I've not heard in a long long time. You know him?"

"I'm lodging with him, not that he knows yet, and the address you're taking me to is his."

"Och, you're screwing with me lad."

"I screw you not. I know for a fact he still has the hots for you, if you still fancy him you've got a chance to talk to him."

"Aye, you have something there laddy. Would he have me back if I asked him? It's been thirty years but do you think he would?"

Smiling Kit nodded, "In a heartbeat."

Returning Kit's smile Michael sat properly in his seat again and doing his seat belt back up drove off. It seemed like coming here to be a taxi driver had been a good idea after all.