Sara's eyes fluttered open and she squinted against the morning light streaming through the window. Her body was pressed up against Connor, who was fast asleep. Her head rested on his shoulder, her arm was across his chest and her leg over his. She noticed multiple small red marks marring Connors shoulders and arms. It took her a second to realize that she had made those marks with her fingers and nail. She grinned, what marks Connor had left on her body? She felt a blush cross her cheeks as she remembered the night before. Her body was a bit sore in some areas, but it was a good sore. She ran her fingers over the indentions she had put into his skin, he stirred but didn't wake up. Sara rested the palm of her hand against his cheek.

"I do love you," She whispered. "I just wish I could tell you…" Sara gave a yawn and felt sleep calling to her once more. Resting her head back on Connor's shoulder she closed her eyes and let sleep take her once more.

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"I do love you, I just wish I could tell you…" Sara's words trailed off and her breathing evened out as she fell back asleep. But her words echoed in Connor's head. He had woken up before her but had simply lain in bed enjoying the comfort and closeness of her body. Then she had woken up and began running her fingers over his skin. He had forced himself not to react, simply savoring her loving touch. And when she had said that she loved him he thought his heart was going to burst.

Carefully Connor removed her arm and leg, and slid his own arm out from under her shoulders. He gently tucked the sheet around her body and got up from the bed. Not bothering to get dressed he wandered out into the living area, picking up the discarded articles of clothing as he went and depositing them into the laundry basket.

Going into the bathroom he turned on the water in the shower, letting it run until hot.

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Sara stretched out in the bed and reached her arm out beside her, only to find Connor gone. She stood and wrapped the bed sheet around her body, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she walked over to the window. It was gorgeous day. She turned back and went into the living room. No Connor, he wasn't in the bathroom or the kitchen either. But stuck to the fridge was a sticky note.

She pulled it off and recognized the hand writing. 'You looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you. Gone to get Murphy and then go see Smecker. Hope to be back by lunch, Connor. P.S. I love you too.' Sara blinked, "I love you too? But in order for him to love me too he would have to know that I loved him…" her eyes got big. "Why that little faker! He was awake!"

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Connor walked out of the police station whistling.

"What's gone an' put ya in such a good mood?" Murphy gave his brother a sideways glance. Their meeting with Smecker hadn't gone to well.

"Nothing, me and Sara just had a real good time yesterday evenin'. Remind me to thank Mary would ya. The whole thing was her idea after all."

"Really. Ya both had a real good time. That's all. Fuck, and here I'd thought ya had finally gotten some."

"Shut the fuck up Murph. Ya need to learn to respect woman, and to mind yer own business."

Murphy shrugged. "Fine. I'm just curious. It's just that ya've been so fucking uptight these last couple days and now yer all relaxed. Which I really don't get considering the mood Smecker was in when we left."

Connor stopped walking. "Fine, ya want to know why I'm such a good mood, I'll tell ya." Murphy just looked at him and waited. Connor took a breath, "This morning she finally said that she loved me."

"That's all?"

Connor punched Murphy in the arm. "Fuck ya Murphy. Just because ya and Mary haven't ever said it."

"Hey," Murphy rubbed his arm and glared at his twin, "how the fuck did ya know that?"

"Mary talks to Sara, and Sara let it slip a while back." Connor started walking again.

"Not like my love life is any of yer fucking business Connor."

"I'm not saying that it is. But ya might want to think about that. Cause if ya don't love her ya should end it. It aint fair to Mary."

Murphy frowned. "And since when did ya becoming a fucking expert."

"We've always had something worth fighting. Now I've got someone worth living for. Maybe it's time ya found the same thing."

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Mary was behind the bar cleaning glasses and Sara sitting on the stool with a bottle of beer in her hands.

"So," Mary set put away a glass and picked up another one. "How was your evening?'

"It was really good. We both had a wonderful time. The whole evening was perfect." Sara ran her finger along the lip of her beer and gave a silly grin.

"Just how perfect are we talking about?"

Sara just raised her eyebrows and brought her beer up to her lips.

"You didn't?" Mary tossed her towel over her shoulder.

Sara didn't say anything.

"You did! Oh my god! How was it?"

Sara sputtered and laughed. "What do you mean how was it? It was sex."

"Sara! It wasn't just sex."

"How would you know? You weren't there."

"Connor loves you. When the person loves you it's so much more."

"Yeah, well, I don't know how to describe it."

Mary leaned her elbows on the bar and brushed her hair out of her face. "Well did you enjoy it?"

A blush crept over Sara face. "Yes."

"Ha!" Mary put her hands in the air. "I knew it."

"Mary, you have no idea, he made me feel things I didn't know I could feel. He made me feel alive. More alive than I have ever felt before." Sara could feel her pulse start to quicken at just the thought of what she and Connor had shared. "Is that how Murphy makes you feel?"

"Most of the time yes."

"Only most…"

The door to the pub opened causing both women to look up startled. A rather irate Murphy entered with Connor not far behind with a rather amused look on his face. Murphy went behind the bar and turned Mary so that she was facing him.

"Do ya know how I feel about ya?"

"Murphy what are you talking about?"

Murphy groaned. "Do I have to verbally tell ya how I feel in order for ya to know? Or do ya know me well enough to know that I love ya."

Mary's eyes got big. "You love me?"

"Ah for fuck sake. Yes Mary I fucking love ya."

Mary bit her lip. "Well that's good to know."

"Good to know? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Good to know. I come in here and pour my fucking heart and you say 'good to know'!"

Mary set the towel down on the counter. "Sara it was nice talking to you. I'm glad you and Connor had a good night. Connor, nice to see you…"

"Aye."

"Now you are coming upstairs with me." Mary jabbed her finger into Murphy's chest.

"What the fuck for? I just told ya I love ya…"

"Murphy, shut up! The sooner we get upstairs the sooner I can show you how much I love you back!"

"Oh. Right then." Murphy grabbed Mary by the hand and pulled her to the door.

The second it closed behind them Sara burst out laughing. "That is the funniest thing I have ever seen."

"Yeah, Murph never was too good with his words. Getting the girl was always easy for him. Hangin' on to them was another matter." Connor took the stool next to Sara. "But at least the idiot finally said it."

Sara turned so she was facing Connor. "Hopefully next time he says it he won't be so annoyed. Just what exactly prompted him to say it anyways?"

"Nothing, I just mentioned that I had found someone worth living for."

Sara smiled and wrapped her fingers around the back of Connor's neck, pulling him to her for a kiss. "I guess that makes two of us then," she said against his lips.

Connor tilted his head slightly. "Is that yer way of saying ya love me?"

"No," Sara shook her head. "This is." She wrapped her arms around him in a hug and said in a low voice in his ear, "I love you."

Connor hugged her back tightly. "I love ya too. Glad to see ya can say when ya don't think I'm sleeping."

"Oh right, I'd forgotten about that." Sara pulled away and slugged him as hard as she could on the arm, and then turned to walk away.

"Oh no you don't." Connor grabbed her arm and pulled her back, covering her mouth with his. Sara grinned against his lips and opened eagerly for his tongue.

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Author's Note: Haha, Murphy, cheeky lil' hothead, finally told Mary how he really feels. And Sara told Connor! Now that that is out of the way, where to take the story next? It still isn't done. Come on people, review and tell me what you all think. Cause you're what keeps me going when I feel like I can't. So if you want me to finish then keep reviewing. Sidse when I'm finally done with this one I can start on a new story that I've got gnawing away at my brain.