"If I have to stay in this fucking apartment for one more minuet, I'll go fucking insane."

I didn't bother to look up from the book I was reading. "Murphy you went insane long before I ever met you."

"Ha-ha, very funny."

I heard the deck of cards he's been shuffling scatter across the table and the sound of his chair scraping back. I looked up to find him staring out the window and rubbing his shoulder. I couldn't help but feel bad for him. He'd been stuck in the apartment for the last two weeks while his shoulder had healed. And there really wasn't that much to do. We haven't even allowed him to go down to McGuinty's. Even I was getting bored. Normally with Connor around there was enough conversation and bickering to keep the three of us entertained, but he was out with Da meeting, their buddy in the FBI. I took note of what page I was on and closed the book setting it on the table.

I went up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist and played the hem of his shirt. He twisted around so his back was to the window and he faced me. He placed his chin on top of my head and I rested my head against he chest, listening to his heart beat.

"How is you shoulder feeling today?"

"I still can't lift it over my head, but other than that it doesn't hurt too much. Hey, thanks for staying with me today, I know ya were scheduled to work"

"Well, things have been slow down there lately, not much more to do there than there is to do here. At the moment anyways."

"Actually I can think of one thing to do here that ya can't do it at McGuinty's."

"And what would that be?" I pulled my head back and looked up at Murphy.

"This." He kissed me on soundly on the lips, slid his hands down to my hips pulling me against him roughly and forced his leg between mine so that I leaned against him fully. I am unable to stop a surprised squeak from escaping and I felt him grin against my mouth.

When he finally released me I was breathing heavily and my glasses were sitting askew on my nose. I swallowed and took steps away from him feeling rather lightheaded. I bumped into the table and put my hand out to steady myself.

"Jesus Maggie, ya act like I've never kissed ya before."

"Not like that you haven't."

He stepped forward and placed one hand back on my hip and the other behind neck. I rested my hand on his elevated arm as he leaned his forehead against mine. "And I want nothing more than to do it again. God Maggie, I want ya so much right now. Ya have no idea."

"Murphy…"

"I know, stop."

"No. Just go slow."

His piercing blues focused on my greens and he searched them to be sure that I meant it. And I did. I wanted it just as badly; to give that last part of me to him fully. To let go of any inhibitions I had left and feel completely free with another person. He finally saw the answer he was looking for in my eyes and a smile broke out on his face. His next kiss was much more gentle and loving than the previous one he had given me, but it took my breath away just the same.

"Slow," he murmured, "I plan on taking forever with ya."

He placed my arms around his neck and taking me by the waist lifted my feet off the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his hands slid down to my thighs fully supporting my weight and holding me there against him. He continued to kiss me as he carried me from the kitchen through the living room and into bedroom where he kicked the door shut.

He loosened his grip on my legs allowing me to stand on my own; pulling my glasses from my face and setting them aside, he then sat on the edge of his bed and pulled me between his legs. I reached down and grabbing the bottom of his shirt pulled it up over his head and then down over his shoulder, letting it fall forgotten to the floor. My fingers splayed flat against his chest and traced their way down to his navel where a line of dark hair began before disappearing beneath his jeans. I swallowed and looked him at timidly. He removed my hands and undid the button of my jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. He eased them down of over my hips and thighs so they pooled at my feet. I kicked them aside and pulled my shirt over my head and tossed them into a pile with the other discarded clothing. All I wore now was my matching pale green underwear.

He rubbed the soft cotton fabric directly over my hipbone. "Green?"

"I felt Irish when I got up this morning," I explained, my face pink.

"I like it." He kissed my belly button and looked up at me. "Saints above yer beautiful."

"I'm more concerned with the saint below." I sat on his lap, my legs on either side. I placed kisses all over his face ending with one on the mole next to his mouth before kissing him directly.

He rolled back onto the bed with me on top of him. I sat up and back on his thighs finally popping the button on his jeans and undoing the zipper. Murphy lifted his hips off the bed so I could slide them off. He sat up again and reaching behind my back released the clasp of my bra slipping it off my shoulders. He placed a trail of kisses down the valley of my breast and latched his mouth onto my nipple. I gasped at the sensation and arched my back into him as he nipped and suckled at the sensitive bud. I clutched his forearms digging my nails into his skin as my breaths grew shallow. He moved his attention over to my other breast and began all over again. As soon as he was done he flipped me so I was beneath him. He kissed all along my collar bone and between my breasts a second time, continuing back and forth down my stomach, his hands constantly caressing my bare skin. He kissed the inside of both thighs and hooked his fingers into my underwear, pulling them off leaving me bare beneath him. He slid his boxers off and crawled back up my body.

My eyes traveled down to his erection and widened. I swallowed.

"Hey, look at me." I tore my eyes away and stared up his concerned face. "Ya alright?"

I nodded. "Just nervous."

"If it gets to be too much, let me know and I'll stop. I don't want to hurt ya."

I nodded again. He moved my hands up above my head and held them there with his good arm. With the other he parted my legs and then rested it on my hip. He lowered his body onto mine and kissed me, his tongue warm and moist in my mouth. I closed my eyes as I felt him between my legs and then… I whimpered and a couple of tears escaped from the corner of my eye as the pain hit.

Murphy kissed the tears away murmuring apologizes and telling me it would be alright. Gradually the pain ebbed away and I was left with the strange sensation of him inside of me. He had yet to move so I shifted ever so slightly to try and get more comfortable. A pleasurable friction occurred and spread through my entire body. Murphy buried his head in the crook of my neck and groaned. I stopped moving.

"Is it your shoulder?"

"Wha'?" He raised his head and blinked. His eyes were the stormiest I had ever seen them and he had an odd look on his face.

"You groaned."

"What ya mean this?" he lifted his hips away from mine and pushed back. My hips arched up to meet his and a similar groan erupted from the back of my throat as the friction returned. "My shoulder… never… felt… better." His words came in breathes as he repeated the movement over and over.

All words thoughts and words disappeared from my mind as he moved in and out of me steadily. He let go of my arms and I wrapped them around his head and neck as he kissed me and my legs went around his waist. I could feel something building up inside near my belly button as we moved against each other. His name fell off my lips in whispers between pleasurable moans until at last the knot that had been building up inside of me burst. My whole buddy shook and I felt my body tighten around his own as I gave a loud groan arching up off the bed and then falling back. He soon shook against me as well and let out a long breathe of air as though he had been holding it for an eternity. His body rested on top of mine and his breathing was labored in my ear.

I place my hand on the back of his neck and turned my head toward his. "Murphy…"

"Aye?"

"I have never felt anything like that before."

He lifted his head and looked at me, the storm still swirling in his eyes. "Neither have I." He moved off me and onto his back. The sudden lack of contact felt strange.

"What?"

"I'm not gonna lie to ya Maggie, I've done it many times before…"

I already knew this but it still hurt to hear him say it.

"… but it has never felt anything near what that just felt like."

"Was I that bad?" I bit my lip afraid of what his answer would be. To my dismay he started laughing. Hurt I sat up grabbing the sheet from the bottom of the bed; I wrapped it around my torso and made to stand up.

"Where ya going?"

I brushed my hair out of my eyes and glared at him. "I realize I'm nowhere near as experience as you when it come to sex. But fuck Murphy, you don't need to laugh at me." I normally wasn't one for swearing but under the circumstances I felt the need to.

He stared at me in surprise. "Wha'? Maggie no, that ain't what I meant…"

"Then what the fuck do you mean?"

Murphy pulled me against his chest but I remained stiff in his arms. "I was laughing 'cause I thought it was obvious. Ya were that good, better than anything I've every had. And I'm not just saying that either. I'm sorry I laughed. Forgive me?"

I looked at him and saw he was telling the truth. But I didn't want to give in quite that easily, not to mention I felt embarrassed for overreacting. "I don't know."

"Oh come on Maggie. I'll do anything."

I raised my eyebrows. "Anything?"

"Yeah, anything, I don't want ya mad at me."

I let go of the sheet letting it fall down to my waist and wrapped my arms back around his neck. "Make love to me again."

It took a second for what I said to sink in before Murphy smirked and pulled me back down on the bed, more than happy to comply.