AN: Here's the second chapter of the 2 for 1 special today LOL.

After having a crummy night the night before you'd think she could sleep but Joss sat on the couch with a glass of milk in one hand and the remote in the other. John had left early, giving her enough time to tell her mother and Taylor about John's plans for a vacation alone in Antigua to do some rejuvenating and relaxing. Her mother thought it was great. Her son was supportive. And she was just downright miserable.

Flinging the useless remote down she pushed to her feet and stalked over to where she left her cell phone and decided to call Harold to give him a piece of her mind. She didn't care if she woke him up either as it would serve him right for causing her another sleepless night.

The phone rang several times before a rough 'hello detective' filtered through the earpiece. Yep, she woke him up and she smiled. "Want to tell me why in the hell you suggested to the man I love that he should travel alone to some private beach to lick his wounds?" she demanded angrily.

There was a rustling sound before she heard Harold murmur something and then ragged breathing. Clearly he was going someplace alone to speak without Grace hearing. "I'm sorry Detective but I do not want John to give up, which is why I suggested he take a break,"he explained softly.

Her anger evaporated. She sat down on her couch and leaned her head back. "I'm not mad, not really. I'm more frustrated and I had plans on us going out on a real date and this threw a crimp in those said plans," she muttered with a yawn as her eyes closed just for a moment.

"I was going to call you later this morning at a more reasonable time to inform you of the fact that I had the machine give you a few days off from work later this week so you could join John in Antigua. It will be four to be exact and then you two can fly home together on my private jet."

Joss sat forward and opened her eyes. "Excuse me?"

"Jocelyn, I let John believe he'd be alone for the week because I thought it would be a nice surprise for you to show up unannounced after a couple days of being by himself as he requested. Mr. Reese would climb the walls if left on his own for too long, and it would also give you two some quality alone time together."

"You're a dear friend, Harold," she murmured getting a little teary eyed.

"And the same can be said about you, Jocelyn. But I will call you back later this morning so we can discuss everything then," he replied sleepily.

"Goodnight, Harold."

"Goodnight Joss."

And Joss set the phone beside her and fell asleep contentedly.

Two days in beautiful Antigua with a private beach and an empty mansion helped John gained some insight. First, with a little reflection, he remembered he enjoyed meditation. While meditating against the backdrop of a beautiful ocean, he recalled a few more pieces of memories that had been eluding him. He wanted to call Joss to let her know that parts of their relationship came to him but didn't. He knew she was upset that he chose to leave instead of staying to lean on her. How could he call her and tell her he remembered more about them while he was miles away from her? Joss had been quietly suffering during his struggle to remember and it would only upset her.

The wind picked up and ruffled through his hair as he sat on the beach staring out into the beautiful ocean. This getaway was exactly what he needed. It helped enlighten him on how he should handle his future but also helped him remember parts of his past. And remembering parts of his past helped him be more at peace, where he was now.

"God, you're a vision."

John turned to the sound of Joss's voice and blinked in surprise as she approached him in a white lace sundress that billowed in the breeze. Her hair was sent flying over her left shoulder and she had a smile as she held one hand over her eyes. She approached him, walking barefoot in the sand and John half wondered if he was dreaming her. But when she sat down beside him on the blue beach towel he himself was sitting on, and dropped a kiss on his lips; he knew she was truly real.

"Joss, what are you doing here?" he wondered in awe.

She smiled. "Harold's a good friend. He wanted to give you a couple days away by yourself and then wanted us to have some alone time together," she explained simply. Her eyes slid over him eagerly. "You look good all tanned," she purred. He watched as she grabbed the waistband of his swim trunks to get a peek at his bare ass. "And no tan line either. Now that gives a girl some naughty thoughts."

John couldn't help but chuckle. "It's a private beach," he said in an explanation as to his sunbathing in the buff.

"mmm…" she sounded as though she had drifted off into those naughty thoughts of hers when finally she let the swim trunks snap back in place.

He watched her as she thought and when she looked up he felt his body respond to the ravenous desire in her eyes. Joss looked ready to pounce on him. "I remembered some things…" he offered placating, feeling less guilty now that she was here. Joss now was looking at him hopeful though desire still burned in her dark depths. "About us," he added and she smiled widely.

"You did?"

He nodded. "I still don't know how I got so lucky that you love me back," he commented gruffly, his mind flashing back to his bits of returning memory.

Joss shook her head as she leaned forward and rested her forehead against his with her hand coming up to cup the back of his neck. "I'm the lucky one. There's not a man in the world like you," she assured.

"There's not a woman in the world like you," he argued. "You could have any guy you'd want."

"I got the guy I want," she replied. "I just want him back. But I guess that is to be determined by this vacation and what exactly is everything that you've remembered."

John smiled. "Is that your clever way of asking what I remember about us?" he teased. She simply shrugged in response. "I remember more than before. I remember our first kiss that wasn't inside a morgue but don't remember where we went to on our first date but remember what happened afterwards. I remember telling you that I love you but don't remember giving Taylor the ring to hold onto."

"Your memory is spotty," she supplied and he nodded, resigned to the fact that it might forever be that way. "We can work on that. I'm sure with time and patience you will remember the rest."

"Or…" he sounded and she looked at him waiting for him to speak. "…we can reenact some of it," he murmured as he leaned over to press his lips against hers.

Her arms wound around his neck and he pulled her onto his lap as they kissed hungrily. John rested his hands on her thighs and slowly slid them up under her dress until he grabbed her hips. Joss let her hands rub his shoulders before sliding down to stroke his chest reveling in touching him in such a way.

He broke the kiss to suck at her neck and she ground against the burgeoning erection shamelessly. "I need you," he whispered throatily, voice heavy with desire.

"I thought nothing but this at night," she said just as lost in need. She didn't care if they were on a beach or in a bedroom. She had to have him now. "…of you inside me again, it caused many sleepless nights, and then I'd have to pretend we were just friends."

John rolled them over until he covered her on top of the beach towel and kissed her urgently thrusting his tongue deep into her waiting and willing mouth to duel with her tongue. Both moaned as they ground and moved against each other. Each touch of their fingers stroked the fire brighter until finally John pulled away the kiss to reach under her dress to draw her panties down.

She sat up and hurried to undo the ties at his waistband and pushed his swim trunks down far enough for his erection to spring free. Joss sighed as she grabbed a hold of John's hard cock and he shuddered in response, grateful he was as turned on as she was.

"You always make me so damned hot," he groaned, barely able to remove her unwanted panties. "It makes me feel like I'm fifteen years old again and worry I won't be able to last long."

She chuckled as she stroked him base to tip, loving the power she had over him as he shuddered and moaned. "Don't worry, I don't think either of us will last this time around. I'm so wet with just thinking of having you inside me again," she guaranteed thumbing his tip which always made make that sexy little grunt and this time was no exception.

He pushed her hand away from his crotch as he pushed her onto her back and urged himself inside her slowly. They both gasped and groaned as he filled her until finally he was buried to the hilt and he paused. "Jesus Joss, I can't…" he said gruffly.

Joss echoed the sentiment as she pushed her hands under his swim trunks and grabbed his bare ass. She was on the precipice of coming and he only entered her.

John held still as he stared down into her eyes before slowly moving gently back and forth; lazily making love to her trying to ward off both their orgasms from ending this too soon. He felt different, like making love to her was akin to coming home.

But then desire to take this slow was overwhelmed by the burning need to climax and his pace sped up and she was right there with him as she cried out his name that he smothered with a kiss. He moaned harshly in her mouth as her nails dug into his butt and was almost there himself, and proceeded to thrust harder and quicker as her channel tightened around him as spams rocked her. The ball of tension in his loins and lower back burst and he came, ceasing the kiss to bury his head in her chest to moan her name as he bucked against her.

They stayed that way until the last tremor and spasm of their orgasms was over, and stared into each other's eyes.

"This was amazing," she sighed as they lounged side by side in bed after a wonderful round of lovemaking.

After making love on the beach they had forced themselves up to catch a shower and then headed to the nearby town where they took in sights and ate some delicious local cuisine. It was a nice date and John was relaxed. Sex and vacation had a way of doing that to someone because she was incredibly relaxed herself.

Once they gorged themselves on sightseeing and talking to the locals they had made their way back to the mansion where they took a swim, enjoyed the hot tub and talked before making love some more. All in all Joss was going to give Harold the biggest and wettest kiss on the cheek for this. John's hand was leisurely stroking from her ass to shoulder with one arm underneath his head and appeared lost in thought.

She pinched his hip which jolted him and looked down at her. "Penny for your thoughts," she murmured softly, lovingly.

A smile crossed his lips and he looked so handsome it physically hurt to look at him. "I was thinking we should get married."

"Oh?" she sounded in surprise before teasing him; "Do I figure in this equation?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you didn't even ask," she pointed out.

He smiled. "I thought it was a 'yes' whenever I was ready?"

"Yes but you have to still ask!" she said with a sniff as she turned her head away in mock indignation. "A girl wants to be asked, you know. She doesn't want a 'me man, you woman, we marry' kind of arrangement; it is the 21st century," she commented dryly.

He chuckled as he reached over to gently draw her face back towards him, earning him her gaze. "Will you marry me, Joss Carter?" he asked promptly.

"Of course I will," she answered instantly before leaning over to capture his lips with hers. John drew her closer as he let her tongue slide alongside his before she pulled back so they didn't get sidetracked with lovemaking. "I love you, John. But are you sure?—I mean you don't even have all your memories back yet."

"I might never but I know enough. And more importantly I love you."

Joss searched his gaze and saw the love in his eyes that was ever missing since he lost his memories. She sucked in a ragged breath because it meant so much to her to see it again. "I love you too John." she assured and kissed him again before springing up much to his dismay.

"What are you doing?" he demanded disgruntled as he sat up watching his hot and sexy, and very naked woman he loved leave the bed and proceed to draw on his blue short-sleeve button down shirt.

After closing the buttons and pulling on her nearby discarded panties she eyed him flipping her hair out from under the collar. "We're getting married; that means I got a million things to do," she informed him.

"Right now?—I thought we'd consummate the decision," he muttered hopefully. He wanted to consummate it again and again. It wasn't every day he asked someone to marry him, in fact she was the only one for that much he remembered.

Joss laughed. "That's after we get married John, not before," she replied as she scurried around the bedroom, looking for her cell phone.

John watched as Joss just left him in bed alone after a quick chaste kiss. Well hell he thought that his proposal might induce some loving affection. He waited a beat but when she didn't return he resignedly climbed out of bed too and drew up his boxer-briefs considering women as mysterious and mystical creatures that he would never understand.

He exited the bedroom to find her in the living room on her cell and talking to someone animatedly. John couldn't help but smile knowing he put that look on her face. She looked at him and smiled back before returning to her conversation. John's smile stilled on his face as confusion washed over him as her words didn't match what he was expecting. Like 'I can't wait till you get here' or 'bring your swimsuit' and 'find my necklace from great-great-grandma' weren't exactly what he was thinking she'd be saying.

Finally she hung up and turned to face him. "What was that about?" he asked.

She shrugged. "I told Taylor the good news." she explained secretively before encircling his neck with her arms.

"Sounded more to it than that."

Joss merely smiled. "I always dreamed of a beach wedding and we have this private one all to our lonesome so I was thinking maybe we should just get married tomorrow."

He blinked and then cleared his throat. "Uh, I'm sorry, did you say tomorrow?" he questioned.

"Tomorrow." she repeated. "Why wait?—I feel as though we've been waiting all our lives for each other and this past several months have been nothing but hell, and since I received your ring as a gift I thought about nothing but being your wife," she admitted, trying to make it simplistic.

John reached up to rub his hand through her hair. "Does it make you happy if we get married tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Then we get married tomorrow," he replied simply.

She smiled as he bent his head and they kissed warmly but before he could deepen the kiss and move this to the bedroom she sprung from his arms and left him feeling disgruntled all over again. What did a guy have to do to get some loving around here?

"You're cute when you pout, John, but there is so much to do for the wedding that sex has to wait," Joss said with a bounce in her step as she zipped away looking at her phone again.

John frowned. "Like what?" he asked petulantly.

"You're kidding right?" she retorted incredulously. "I have to get a dress. We have to find some sort of dinner to serve at last minute, and flowers, a guest list, not to mention getting that guest list here, and find some sort of entertainment that doesn't require an iPod on shuffle. John, the list goes on and on and we have to do this before tomorrow at sunset."

"Why sunset?" John asked feeling bewildered.

"I want to get married to you at sunset," she said patiently. "I need to get my hair done and my nails. Maybe I'll head somewhere around here to find some sexy lingerie to wear on our wedding night."

John felt as though his feet were in quicksand and he sinking fast. He didn't realize quite how much there was to do to get married. "Uh, maybe we should postpone it from tomorrow to maybe the day after tomorrow. We won't be heading back to New York for another couple days."

"Yea but then we won't have a honeymoon, John. I'm only off for the next couple of days and I head back to work," she responded dryly. "And so do you. John Riley needs to get back to work." Yea, that was something he didn't know what to do about: his day job as a detective. Harold had arranged for these days off with the help of the machine, which he assumed was how Joss was here too. "Speaking of your John Riley persona what are you going to do about it?"

"Not sure," he muttered as he dropped onto the couch as he realized he was about as sure of having sex tonight as a monk would.

Joss kept her gaze down as she found Harold's name on her phone. She wanted him to do what made him happy but she wouldn't be sad to see him stay on as John Riley. It meant he wouldn't have to put his life on the line nearly as often as he did as John Reese.

"Do what makes you happy, John," she stressed as she waited for Harold to pick up. "I fell in love with you as John Reese and I'll still love you as John Reese or John Riley or if you want another alias I'll love that man too because they're all you. But you need to figure it out before we sign the marriage license, which is another thing that's on our to-do list."

He nodded. "I'll make up my mind before tonight," he promised. She smiled and then turned her attention from him and became animated again as she began talking to Harold.

John couldn't help but smile at her. She was excited about this and he couldn't help but feed off her as he felt a giddy lump in his stomach. After everything he's gone through he was finally going to get to marry the woman he loved, and for once in his life he didn't feel an ounce of guilt over his own happiness.

AN: Next chapter is it :)

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