Disclaimer: Still not mine.

A/N:Things heat up a little in this chapter - if you don't like that kind of thing, skip the first half.

This isit - the final chapter...

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When she finally stilled in his arms, Fraser found he did not want to let her go. In fact, he never wanted to let her go again. She shifted slightly, raising her head from his shoulder to meet his eyes. As his hand moved up to brush away the last remnants of tears from her cheeks, he felt her hand slide into his hair, the pressure applied to the back of his head enough to draw him down to her.

He knew he shouldn't, she was still upset but he couldn't help himself. Her lips were soft under his and her mouth hot as his tongue sought entrance. One of his hands wound through her soft red hair, whilst the other snaked down her back, pulling her ever closer against him. Her arms were still around his shoulders and he could feel her fingers caressing the back of his neck as she kissed him back.

He felt her moan against him softly as his tongue entered her mouth once more, his hand pulling at her top to feel the smooth flesh beneath. Her hands slid down the front of his chest to the base of his t-shirt, sliding underneath the material before moving up to graze his nipples, causing Fraser to echo her earlier moans. This only caused her to rub the sensitive skin harder between her fingers. Fraser found the base of her own top and tugged it roughly over her head, forcing her hands to stop their ministrations on his chest. He discarded the top on the floor, drawing her back into his embrace, revelling in the feel of her bare skin in his arms.

His lips kissed any bare flesh he could reach, dipping lower towards her breasts. Just as his mouth reached her bra, his fingers made light work of the clasp, letting the soft lace fall away and his hot lips take its place. Meg moaned as his mouth closed around her nipple, sucking and nibbling until the flesh stood hard as pebbles. As he moved to lavish the same attention on her other breast, his hands slid down to the waste band of her jeans. Meg suddenly realised that he was getting her very naked very quickly. Spying the blue t-shirt he was wearing, she reached down over his head and the t-shirt soon lay discarded with the rest of her clothes. Fraser moved to reclaim her mouth in a scorching kiss, revelling in the feel of her breasts pressed against his bare chest.

Meg gasped as his hands moved down her back to clutch her ass. She allowed her hips to press against his own, delighting in the resulting moan her actions caused. It wasn't long before she felt Fraser's hand slide between them again, though this time she did not stop him. He sank gently onto his knees, kissing her stomach, as his hands traced the line of each of her legs, pushing the jeans gently to the floor. Meg stepped out of them and stood before him, wearing only her simple lace panties. Fraser got to his feet, pulling off his own jeans quickly, before drawing her close. As he kissed her again, he gently turned her around, moving her backwards. Meg gasped as she suddenly felt herself be picked up. Fraser moved them into the bedroom, lying her down on the soft mattress. Removing the last barriers of clothing from between them, he allowed his hand to trace the lines of her body, finally settling between her legs.

Meg moaned in anticipation as he pressed first one and then two fingers deep into her. Watching her face, Fraser saw the look of total arousal cross her features. Moving inside of her, he could feel her muscles throbbing around his fingers. His own erection was becoming almost painful with his want for her. He felt her begin to tighten around him and, smiling as her breathing became more and more erratic, he gently slid his fingers from her. She moaned in frustration.

"Oh God, Ben." Her voice sounded almost strained as she pleaded with him. "Ben, please."

Her words were too much for him. Moving to lie between her legs, he felt her body writhing beneath him. Moving his hand down to steady her hips, he entered her gently. Finding her lips, he whispered against them.

"I love you."

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Meg awoke the following morning, feeling the strong arms of Benton Fraser wrapped around her naked body. Shifting slightly to look at him, she let the memories of last night wash over her. She smiled as the scene of their lovemaking replayed in her head. He had been so powerful and yet so gentle, knowing exactly how to make her cry out with a passion so great she thought she might pass out from the intensity.

She felt the soreness between her legs where their bodies had joined urgently in the passion that had threatened to consume the both of them. Running her fingers down the lines of his chest, she felt him stir beneath her. His eyes fluttered slightly before finally focusing on her. He smiled and his hand reached out to caress her face. He let her soft hair fall through her fingers.

"Red suits you."

Meg smiled at the familiar complement. "I did it for you. Or, well, I did it thinking about you."

He leant forward, kissing her.

"God, I missed you so much," he breathed.

"I missed you too."

A comfortable silence settled over the couple. Meg was enjoying the feeling of being in his arms, his embrace a protective shield from the harsh world outside. She never wanted to leave this island they had created. But she knew they couldn't just stay here forever, there were things they both had to do, duties to perform.

"What's going to happen? With the trial, I mean."

Fraser's arms tightened around her slightly. "They need you to testify to what Jenna told you during your meetings with her. And," he paused slightly, not wanting to bring up the rest of the case.

"They're going to want me to talk about Matt?" Her voice was soft, but resigned.

"Yes. Matt and the photos you were sent, the threats you received." She nodded and he found himself once again marvelling at her strength.

Suddenly she turned in him arms, moving on to her front, her chin resting on his chest. His hands went automatically to the small of her back, steadying her as she moved.

"What about after?"

"After the trial?"

"Yes." She felt his chest rise and fall beneath her, as he considered how to answer her.

"Well," he said after a long pause, "I guess we go home."

"Home?" The question was written plainly on her face. Fraser's hand moved up to brush an errant strand of hair off of her face.

"Chicago, Toronto, the Yukon. It doesn't matter to me. As long as I'm with you, I'll be home." At his words Meg felt her eyes begin to well up with tears. What was wrong with her? She never cried, and yet in the last few hours she had seemed to be doing nothing but. Fraser must think she was an emotional basket case. But no, looking down at him again, she knew he would never think such a thing. He seemed to be able to look at her and see only the good. She only hoped she wouldn't disappoint him.

"I love you." Fraser blue eyes sparkled as she spoke. She had never said the words before, but she knew, without a doubt that she loved this man. Loved him more than she had ever loved anyone, and it was only fair that he knew.

He leant towards her, drawing her into a long, slow kiss that left them both breathless. Eventually drawing away, Fraser smiled into the depths of her eyes.

"I love you, too."

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A/N: Ok, I lied -there is an epilogue pending. You didn't think I'd just leave it there, did you? ;-)