A/N: This update is really short, but I was close to falling asleep, so I thought I'd post it before trying to start the second part of it. So basically, first half of chapter 3. So...hope you like it...

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Boo.

SS's P.O.V

"You."

She looks at me and I feel everything around us slow down. The noise from the traffic is muted; the whole room is a blur, and nothing else matters. It's just Kate and me.

Before I can think to say anything, I feel her lips come crashing onto mine. My lips tingle, as my stomach does back-flips. I'm paralyzed by her spontaneous-ness.

Kiss her back! Kiss her back! Half of my mind shouts to me. But the other half's shouting back, What the hell are you doing?!

She quickly pulls back, and looks at my stunned face.

"Shit. I'm so sorry-" she says as she rearranges her hat, her eyes looking around the room as if to avoid my eyes. Undoubtedly fearing the worst from me.

"What are you sorry for?!" I blurt out, surprising Kate as well as myself.

She stops and looks at me confused and possibly, relieved...?

"Wha-"

I shut her up, grabbing the front of her shirt and pulling her close into me, my lips landing on hers. The intensity between us explodes to heights that I never thought possible. Just tasting her lips sends my head spinning into a whirlwind that I don't plan on getting out of anytime soon. I lose control of my body, and soon my hands are all over her, running up her back and around her smooth neck.

She responds, kissing me back hungrily, and suddenly the passion that we had left behind comes surging back into my veins, pumping itself around my body and into my heart.

We stumble back onto the bed intertwined, planting kisses on one another, not giving a damn about what the consequences may be.
We can figure them out when we get there.

I roll myself on top of her and pull back before she tries to kiss me. I lean forward and smile at her, not giving into her pouting lips. She laughs, and attempts to entice me back by holding my hands and delicately playing with my fingers.

Have you ever held a hand that just…fit?

It's as if your hand was specifically moulded to be attached to their hand. Like two jigsaw pieces.

Call me a hopeless romantic, but I believe it's something that can't be replaced or imitated by anyone else.You can try to find another piece like it and you may even find one that looks similar, but it doesn't fit as well. I guess- no wait, I know, that I happen to be one of the luckier people who managed to find the person their hand was made for.

And like jigsaw pieces, unless they are together they can't ever be complete.

She kisses my hand, and grins at me. I can't help but laugh and give in to her child-like smirk.

Soon a pile of clothes are hastily formed at the side of the bed, both of us eager to make up for the time lost in our own little way.

I think it's safe to say that any hope of working on a 'strictly professional' basis with Kate just flew out the window.

And you know what? Right now, I couldn't care less.