A/N: This is the second of the trilogy. It's set on the evening of Seth's killing and is told form third person.
Jo lay back in the bed, stroking the hair of the body lying next to her. 'I thought you weren't coming you know.'
'I wouldn't let you down Jo.'
I wish for this night-time
'Thank you.'
'What for?'
'Being here.' Jo admitted as she rested her arm across the blonde's stomach.
'I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.'
To last for a lifetime
'Sam, did you wait for me? I mean, I wouldn't judge you if you didn't. I was longer than I promised, I couldn't write, call, anything. I wouldn't blame you if you sought someone else.'
'I should have waited for you. I know that.'
The darkness around me
'Who was he?'
'Stuart.'
'Stuart? As in from Sun Hill?'
'And Phil.' Sam added meekly, moving slightly from Jo's embrace.
Jo shut her eyes briefly, pursing her lips slightly before putting her arm back around Sam. 'You're here now, that's what matters.'
Shores of a solar sea
Sam rolled onto her side to face Jo, running her hand down her cheek. 'Thank you.'
'Anyone would have.' Jo answered.
'No they wouldn't have, Jo. I don't deserve you're forgiveness.'
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Jo positioned herself so she too was on her side, facing Sam, their bodies mere millimetres apart. 'I can't help but forgive you.' Wrapping her arm around Sam's torso, she pulled the duvet around her. 'Get some sleep. You've got an early start.' The brunette concluded, shutting her own eyes as a signal to Sam.
Sleeping
After a few minutes, Jo's eyes were open again, her mind constantly darting back to Sam's admission. Staring at Sam's peaceful sleeping frame, a tear escaped her eye, the brunette wiping it away quickly.
Weeping
Before she shut them again, Jo ran her hand through the blonde's hair one last time before she succumbed to the sleep her own body craved.
With you