A/N: A really short ending, I know.
Hey, who knows, I might even write a sequel at some point. F.
It was his turn to be stunned into silence. There was a small glimmer of hope in his eyes now, coupled with suspicion. She had to explain, she owed him that
"I was thinking about why I didn't go home last night" she told him. "And I figured it out." She took a small step closer to him
She saw him swallow before asking
"Why?"
"Because being here, in your apartment... It feels like home, Tim. I got into bed with you because there was nowhere else I wanted to be." She took another step closer to him, close enough now that they were almost touching
"And I intend on making a habit of it"
...
She was so close. He could smell her gunpowder perfume; feel the faint warmth that radiated from her body. It would be so easy just to reach out and pull her into his arms and never let her go. But he had to be sure she was serious, that this wasn't some strange whim. Whatever it was she wanted from him, it was obvious from her words that it wasn't going to be a one night thing. How serous was she?
So he stood still, studying her face, forcing himself not to move while he ached to hold her. Her expression was intent, and there was a warmth in her eyes that he'd never seen there before, something both tender and passionate. It could only be love.
Abandoning any pretence of self control, he swept her into his arms, kissing her fiercely, feeling her tremble in response. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he recognised that they still had things to discuss. But she loved him, wanted to be with him; everything else could be dealt with later. Not breaking the kiss, he slowly guided her down the hallway to the bedroom he'd so reluctantly vacated.
Sleep? It could wait too.