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—The Concession—

Jonas closed the door behind him as he walked in.

''Please, take a seat,'' Andy said as she sat back down. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out why he would possible want to come see her. She doubted Marc had told him about finding her and Lu asleep together, he had always been fiercely loyal to Lu although Andy didn't know what his relationship with Jonas was like.

He remained standing, holding onto the back of one of the chairs as he looked at some of the pictures she had in her office. He picked up a picture of Les, Jesse, and Lizzy and held it up, ''this is what I want.'' He said. ''A family.''

Andy walked over to him and took the picture out of his hands—looking at it for a moment before putting it back.

''I asked Luisa to marry me.''

''I know,'' Andy said, ''slipping the ring on her finger while she was sleeping, she told me.'' She looked at Jonas who seemed agitated, and wondered if Lu knew he was here. Probably not.

''I want to have a family with her,'' Jonas said. ''I want to marry her, have kids with her, grow old with her. But every time it looks like that might be possible, there's something that happens between the two of you.''

''Nothing happened between us,'' Andy said, walking back to behind her desk. It's not that she thought Jonas would lash out, but she was sure he wasn't the biggest fan of her right now. ''Nothing's happened in a long time.'' They both knew that he knew about them sleeping together, but there was no need to get specific about when or why it ended.

''Did you or did you not sleep at my house last night?'' Jonas asked, finally making eye contact with Andy. He already knew the answer. He had overheard Marc and Lu talking about it- the former filled to the brim with questions- and had asked her about it. He wanted to know if Andy would be honest with him though.

Andy swallowed hard. It was a coin toss whether he knew or not, but she was sick of hiding it. With Milo now gone there was no reason for her to lie anymore, except to possibly protect Lu. ''In your guest bedroom,'' she admitted.

Jonas nodded. ''Lu told me.'' He looked at Andy, not wanting to say what he was about to say as it seemed like a terrible idea, but he couldn't find another way. ''I love her, and want to be with her.'' He took a deep breath, ''but she loves you-''

''She loves you,'' Andy interrupted.

Jonas put a hand up, effectively shutting her up. ''She loves me.'' He concurred. ''But she also loves you, and there's nothing I can do to change that—believe me, I've tried.'' He paused for a second, ''I don't care anymore.''

Andy's jaw dropped slightly, sure she misunderstood. ''About?'' She asked with a frown. ''About her?''

He shook his head, hating the fact that her misunderstanding this meant that he had to spell it out for her. ''I've never cared more about her. I love her with my whole heart,'' Jonas said. ''I don't care about you and her together, or what you two might be doing when I'm not around. I want to be with her, and if that means that from time to time she prefers to spend the night with you then that is her prerogative.''

Andy was stunned, ''you honestly don't care if she and I-''

''I don't want to know about it. I don't want to see anything, hear about it,'' Jonas said. ''Just…-'' he looked away for a second, letting it all sink in that he was actually agreeing to this. ''Just don't hurt her,'' he said.

Lu rushed into Andy's office. It was getting late and she couldn't help but wonder why Andy was still here. She said as much. ''Don't you have to get home to the girls?'' She asked, trying to sound casual.

''Jesse is away at college, Lizzy is sleeping over at a friend's house,'' Andy answered. ''I'd much rather stay here, catch up on some work.'' She had barely even looked up at Lu, preferring to focus on the patient files in front of her. Facing the loneliness at home wasn't her idea of a good Friday evening, although paper work wasn't either.

''Wouldn't you be more comfortable working at home?'' Lu hinted.

''Why're you trying to get me to leave?'' Andy asked, glancing at Lu. Lu had never been bothered by her working late except for when she had tried to get her to go home with her—and despite her talk with Jonas, those days were long over. Lu opened her mouth to answer, protest, say that that wasn't what she meant, but Andy interrupted her before she could utter a single word. ''Have you talked to Jonas today?''

Lu frowned, ''no. I mean, he came back from Rio earlier than expected but he said not to give my answer until our dinner date Sunday. He wanted to give me space to think about it.''

Andy looked up, licked her lips. ''He came by here today,'' she said, ''to talk about us.'' She put her pen down and leaned back. She had thought that after their talk he would've talked to Lu.

Lu sat down. ''What'd he say?''

''That he loves you, wants to be with you,'' Andy said. ''And that he doesn't care if we're together, as long as you come home to him.'' She looked at Lu, who had a stunned look on her face. ''Why does everyone seem to think that we're still together? That we still have feelings for each other?'' She genuinely didn't know, although it had been a recurring issue.

''You don't?''
''I don't what?''
''Have feelings for me,'' Lu said, she seemed to almost shrink down a bit, unsure of what the answer was going to be.

Andy cocked her head to the side. If Lu could wonder about this then it was no wonder that Jonas would too. ''You think I still have feelings for you?'' She asked. The main reason why she and Lu had split up was because of her feelings for Milo—with him now gone, did they really have to revisit this?

''I don't know. Sometimes it looks like it, other times you're distant,'' Lu said. ''It just looks like you're longing for that, for a relationship. And I don't know if you want that to be with me, or with someone else… I just- I think you need to figure out what you want before we even discuss this, again.''

Andy was quiet for a while, mulling over what Lu had said. It had been a somewhat conscious decision, every time she felt she and Lu were getting too close again she pushed her away, not paying too much mind to how it would make Lu feel. Selfish, really. ''You want to be with me?'' She asked, realizing she hadn't even asked Lu how she felt.

She stood up from her desk chair, circling the desk until she was standing opposite Lu, who was looking up from her chair. Lu stood up, taking a few tentative steps closer to Andy, wiping a strand of hair away from her face. They were close to each other, their bodies pressed together in areas. Lu leaned in; she had brought her lips close to Andy's ear before changing her mind on what she was going to say. ''You should go home,'' she whispered.

Andy pulled back, looking Lu in the eye. ''Excuse me?''

Lu took a few steps back, putting one hand on the door. ''You really should go home,'' there was a faint, almost sad smile on her face.

She spent the drive home wondering what Lu had meant—her mind racing. There was only one reason she could think of. As Andy pulled up into the driveway she was sure her eyes were tricking her. He was actually here. Sitting on her front doorstep, looking absolutely defeated. His arms were dangling off his knees, his eyes following her car.

Andy took a deep breath as she shut off the engine. Yes, he was here. But she didn't have a clue as to what he would say, she tapped her fingers on the steering wheel—gathering up the courage to possibly face his rejection once again, and jumped out of the car.

Her gait was fast, progressively getting slower and slower as she got closer to him, before coming completely to a halt a few feet away from him.

''I love Sandra.''
''Okay.''
''You said that you love me,'' Milo said, looking up at her and meeting her eye, ''and I love Sandra.''

Andy nodded slowly, ''yes, I know.'' She sat down next to him on the front door step.
He stood up, took a couple of paces away from her. He ran a hand over his head, trying to force out the words. ''She is amazing, she's kind,'' he took a deep breath, ''she's beautiful, she's always there for me, she's smart...''

Andy looked at him confused. She already knew what he thought of her—so why was he here instead of on his plane to Seattle with this amazing, kind, beautiful woman? She stood up as well, grabbing his hands into her own and forcing him to look at her. ''Okay,'' she said slowly.

''She is the one for me,'' Milo reiterated, looking away.
''Okay.''
''Okay?''

''Yes, okay. If she makes you happy then go be with her,'' Andy said, confused by his confusion—she wasn't crazy about the fact that he seemed to have come back for reassurance but if that was what he needed then she would give it. ''You said it yourself, 'when you know you know'. If-''

''Yes,'' Milo said, cutting her off. She nodded at him. ''When you know you know…'' he repeated quietly, mostly to himself. ''But then I look at you and I don't know anything...''

She could see the emotions in his eyes as she tried to contain her own.

Milo started pacing up and down the gravel walkway. ''She and I had been together for months and everything was perfect, and then that night at the bachelor auction, when you came onto me... I had been trying to ignore my feelings for you since the moment we broke up, but I couldn't anymore.

''And then it started to fade and Sandra and I got engaged, and then that night at Bob's cabin... You were at my wedding and all I could think was that it was you I wanted to marry...'' Milo took a deep breath, sat down again and buried his face in his hands.

''Then why did you marry her?'' Andy asked. She sat down, rubbing circles on his back.

Milo shook his head, looking down at the ground, ''I don't know. All I know is that all through the night as Sandra and I were packing and she was so excited about moving, all I could think about was how I couldn't leave Rittenhouse, how I couldn't leave Philly.'' He looked back at Andy. ''My home is here, my real wife is here, my daughters are here, my future is here.''

They were silent, letting his words sink in. ''All these months I've been so cold to you, trying to ignore my feelings, and still you just wanted me to be happy,'' Milo said, taking Andy's hand into his own. ''You encouraged me to be with Sandra because you thought she made me happy.''

''That's all I want for you,'' Andy said, ''to just be happy.''

Milo shook his head slightly, ''I thought you were so selfish, that you would throw away what we had to go explore this new side of you with her. And now I don't know what to feel. I want to be with you, but since you're gay-''

''I'm not gay,'' Andy said, ''I don't know what I am. I just know that I love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.'' She looked down at their two hands entwined. ''I had feelings for Lu. I was attracted to her and then in love with her and now I don't know how I feel about her… but, it doesn't compare to what I have with you.''

''It doesn't?''
''It doesn't.'' She smiled at him.

''She loves you, and you love her,'' Milo said, ''what does that mean for us? If we do get back together, who's to say that we won't end up right where we left off? That I won't wake up in the middle of the night again to you going down on her.''

Andy bit her lip. She could promise that that wouldn't happen, but there had been no trust between them for a long time. ''I don't know,'' she said, honestly. She noticed the surprised look on his face. ''I don't know that that's not going to happen,'' she didn't want to think about Lu at all at the moment, but she knew she had to do something to appease Milo's doubts.

She tried to find the words, any words, to convince Milo that he wasn't making the biggest mistake of his life by leaving Sandra for her. She looked at Milo, who was looking away, her hand on his cheek, softly stroking it and through his hair. His eyes told her that even if they didn't work out he wasn't going back to Sandra. Her eyes moved down his face, landing on his lips.

She bit her lip, trying to refrain from kissing him. He looked back at her, noticing her dark eyes, noticing how close their faces were to each other. He looked back and forth between her eyes; he leaned in, feeling her breath on his face. He took a second to savor the moment before finally kissing her, his eyes closing as if on cue.

It was exactly how it had been before—as if her lips on his awoke something inside him. Milo couldn't believe how much time he had let pass without doing this. It started slow. A few short kisses, their lips barely brushing against each other. His hand on her back moved up, pulling her closer to him and their kiss deepened. He parted his lips slightly and that was all it took to dissolve the last bit of restraint they had. Andy was almost on top of him- both breathing fast- before he remembered they were still on the front step of her house.

He pushed her away slightly, his head following hers as she pulled away. She kissed him again before getting up, holding out a hand to him and pulling him up. She fumbled in her pocket for her keys and could feel him behind her, pushing up against her as his lips were on her neck. She could feel his already hard dick against the top of her ass and pushed back against him, trying to restrain from pulling up her skirt and letting him fuck her right up against the front door.

It made it hard to focus on finding the right key, and her shaking hands had trouble opening the door when she finally located the right one. They almost toppled over as the door finally opened. He held her up, closing the door by pushing her up against it.

His lips were on hers, then on her neck, her throat, moving down, as if trying to find new places to taste her. His hands pulled up her skirt, landing on her butt and giving one of the cheeks a squeeze. She pulled his face back to her own, one of her legs wrapped around his, as she started to unbutton his shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin against her own.

He pulled away, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it to the side. Her hand snuck inside his pants, feeling how hard he was and a moan came out as the memory of how good he felt inside of her came flooding back to her. They moved into the living room, pulling off their clothes on their way before falling down on the couch together.

He kissed down her throat before landing on her breasts, his lips closing over one of her nipples trough the thin fabric of her bra. She arched against him, pushing him away for a second so she could sit up and undo the clasp, letting it fall down her arms and to the floor. He looked down at her body, ''fuck, Andy…''

Where normally anyone looking at her like this, naked, vulnerable would make her feel uncomfortable, she didn't care right now. ''I want you inside of me so bad.''

Her breathy voice only served to make him harder. It had been too long for him, and all the times in the past year where he had been alone and thinking of her, his hand bringing himself to completion, it all came flooding back to his mind. She was underneath him, all of her, and she wanted him as bad as he wanted her.

Her legs hooked behind him, pulling him closer to her. He looked down between the two of them, his hand against her centre, brushing against her clit before pushing two fingers inside. ''Milo, please…'' she had waited for this moment for over a year and could feel a knot in her stomach, ''I'm so wet.'' She said, pulling him closer to her. If at all possible she could see his eyes darken even more in response to her words.

His hand closer around his dick, running it up and down her slit a few times before finally pushing in, slowly. He groaned and almost came right there and then. She gasped and her jaw dropped, her face already scrunched up. It felt even better than she had remembered, and in that moment every time with Nick suddenly paled in comparison. She let out a shaky breath. Her nails were running down Milo's shoulder and she could already feel the heat forming in her lower belly.

His face came to rest next to hers, picking up the pace. Her heat around him, her nails on his back, her moaning in his ear, he was trying with all his might to make it last as long as possible. He had even missed the noises.

He could hear her breath quicken and he moved one of his hands under her, cupping her butt cheek and trying to pull her closer to him, trying to go deeper inside of her. He wanted to do something, anything—kiss her neck, roll her nipple between his fingers, rub her clit, anything. His mind was foggy as he could hear her repeat his name over and over again in his ear. Moans becoming louder, whimpering as his pace felt just perfect- his dick feeling just perfect inside of her.

That's what she wanted to tell him. Tell him that she wanted him to always make her feel this way, that he could fuck her day and night- fast, slow, rough, gentle- whichever way he wanted. That he hit all the right spots and that if his dick wasn't absolutely perfect at turning her brain into mush she would tell him that all the time.

He bit her on the neck, his hand clasping over her throat ever so slightly squeezing. ''I want you to come all over my dick,'' he breathed into her ear.

It was the last push she needed. She was pretty sure she screamed as she finally fell over the edge, pulsating around him for what seemed like forever. Her whole body was hot, every nerve ending standing on high alert. It was as if she could feel every fiber of her being all at once, every single one sending pleasure signals to her brain.

Andy didn't know how long it took her before she came down somewhat, Milo never slowing down- but when she finally managed to open her eyes again she could see the sweat on his forehead. His face scrunched up in much the same way as hers had been, although in his case it was to keep from coming.

She forced herself to breathe more slowly, putting her hands on Milo's shoulders to slow him down. Their eyes met as he settled into a slow but steady rhythm. ''You're so beautiful when you come,'' he said, kissing her.

He leaned on one of his hands as the other one ran all over her torso, feeling everywhere as if for the first time. His face was hovering over hers, their eyes fixed on each other. He ran his hands through her hair. ''I love you so much,'' he whispered to her.

She blinked her tears away, ''I love you too,'' she said, her hand stroking his back, not wanting to take her eyes off of him. It felt as if they were alone in the world and she wanted it to never end. In that moment it was as if all the pain and hurt that had transpired faded out of existence. They would deal with all the messy stuff later, for now all that was important was that she had him and he had her. She could feel a tear roll down her cheek, ''I don't want you to ever leave again.''

She could feel his lips on her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, before finally connecting with her lips again. Their kiss deepening as they savored the feeling of the other against them—maintaining the same steady rhythm until they came together.