And so it begins - the second part of my story! I hope you enjoy it, and please - leave reviews! I do appreciate every single one of them.

Part II: My Baby Left Me!

Chapter: Prologue 2

The Newark International Airport, arrivals hall:

"Jesus Christ, John Myers, I've missed you like Hell!" Margot exclaimed and threw herself into his arms.

Her lips were on his in an instant, and their minds merged.

"And I've missed you." he sent to her.

Six weeks it had been, since he'd left her after the Christmas holiday, and it had felt like a year.

He wrapped his arms tight around her, pulled her against his chest, inhaling her familiar scent, feeling with every nerve the electricity that always seemed to surround her. The hair on the back of his head stood up.

"So, how are things?" he asked, when she finally broke the kiss. "How's Europe?"

Margot picked up her small bag, but Myers took it from her as they started walking towards the exit.

"The same." she shrugged. "My Mom sends her love to you."

"Yeah?" Myers asked. "Thank her for me, will you?"

"Sure. You really impressed her, you know. She just won't shut up about you."

Myers felt blushing. "Well, that's good isn't it?"

"Yeah." she smiled, taking his hand. "And guess what?"

"What?"

"I've started working again."

"Hey, that's great!" Myers stated, turning to face her. "Why didn't you say so on the phone?"

"Dunno." she shrugged. "Was too busy having phone sex with you, I guess."

Christ, the things she said - just like that!

He cleared his throat - suddenly her hand in his made him feel hot all over, and he pulled her closer, wrapped his arm around her petite form.

"So…" he said, his cheeks burning. "You hungry? I could take you out for a dinner, or we could head back to my place."

"Oh, I'm hungry, alright." she grinned impishly. "But not for food. Take me to your place, Thad."

"Sure thing." he said, desperately trying to sound cool, and failing miserably.

A long distance relationship was no piece of cake, but it did have it's perks.

One of them was, that when you finally saw the person you'd missed like hell for six weeks, the passion had been growing for some time. And thus, the sex was great.

Though, sex with Margot was always great, Myers thought.

They lay on his bed, side by side, half naked. Myers still had his shirt on (though Margot had ripped the buttons off it), and she was wearing her stay up socks and bra, but the rest of their clothing was scattered around the room. They were both sweaty and still trying to catch their breath.

"Christ John." Margot breathed, throwing her arms to her sides. "I'm never going home, if Newark makes you fuck me like this."

He couldn't help but to laugh. "Yeah? Well, stay then. You know that's what I want."

"I know." she replied, snuggling closer. Her small hand was on his chest, he felt the warmth of it on his skin, and the labyrinth of her thoughts around his.

"But you won't, will you?" he asked. "Stay here."

"John, it's the first time I'm here. We've been together for what, less than two months now? And you're already asking me to move to another continent for you."

Her tone was slightly tense, and Myers felt her mood darkening. Comfortingly, he placed a kiss on her forehead, and ran his fingers through her hair.

"That's not what I meant." he breathed. "I just missed you, a lot. It sucks that you live in Europe."

"Yeah, I know." Margot sighed. "Though, it's not Europe, that sucks. It's the fact that you live here."

He couldn't help but to give a small laugh. "Then perhaps I should give up my job and move to Brussels? You think your dad would hire me?"

The thought of that made Margot laugh too. "I doubt it."

"Yeah, me too."

They were silent for a while, just breathing in each others scent, feeling the other one's emotions. Myers felt Margot's love like a sunshine, like a warm wind that surrounded him, and he felt euphoric.

If only things could be like this forever, he wished. But in five days she'd leave him. Go back to Brussels, to her home and to her job, and God knew when he'd see her again. The thought filled his heart with fear, that was instantly spotted - and shared - by Margot.

Yeah, there was no way they'd be able to live without each other. That much was sure.

"What are we going to do about this?" he sent to her mind.

And for once she didn't smile. "I don't know, John. I really don't know."