The door closed behind them as Satou quickly removed her shoes, looking at him all the while. Takagi noticed her stare as he too removed his shoes and stepped in front of her. She looked almost weak, her eyes filled with adoration and need for him. Wataru slowly brought up his hand, his fingers grazing her skin before her cheek was cradled in his palm. Her eyes fluttered shut as he started to gently stroke her face with his thumb. She leaned into his touch, sighing from the pleasant warmth. He pulled her into him and brought his lips to her forehead, his eyes half lidded. She stretched up to slowly touch her face to his, gently nuzzling him. He responded, his eyes closing as he nudged her back affectionately. Her grip on him was tight. He took a moment to smooth her irresistibly soft hair before promptly lifting her off her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they both gazed at the other before their lips met. The kiss was slow and chaste, they each just wanted to savour the feeling.

He carried her to his room and set her on her feet instead of the bed. He looked down at her lovingly as she gripped his sweater in both hands. Takagi kissed Satou's face as his hands slid between them and removed her unbuttoned blazer. Next his hands were on the buttons of her blouse unfastening them one at a time. She turned her head away, her face burning red as he slowly pulled the garment off her as well. She whimpered when he unclasped her bra and took it off her with the same slowness. His lips found hers again as he placed both hands on her back as he dipped his head down to her full chest. She absolutely relished how his strong hands were so big on her back. She moaned at the thought of how they so easily spread over the entire surface. He was so masculine, so big, he could crush her easily if he had wanted too. Miwako nearly collapsed when she felt his mouth close over one of her breasts.

Wataru pulled her even closer, she was so sensitive he would need to support her. He groaned as he continued to suck, kiss and lick each of her full breasts. He delighted in the sound of her sudden shallow breathing as he dropped to his knees, his hands taking hold of her thighs. He rested his head on her bare stomach as he wrapped his arms around her waist keeping them pressed together. He felt her shiver as he pulled her skirt down. He guided her back in front of him as she kicked it away. He kissed her thigh as his fingers slid between her legs.

"W-Wataru…" She breathed out as he removed her panties and wrapped his arms around her lower body once again. She tugged on his arm and he slowly stood up, running his hands up her body as he did so. She leaned up to kiss him as she grasped the bottom of his navy sweater and pulled it over his head. Miwako sighed in relief as she pressed herself to his hot skin. Finally, she was in contact with him. She stepped back as he quickly removed the rest of his clothing. He laughed down at her quietly as she lay down on his bed and looked up at him expectantly.

"Patience Miwa." He joked as he crawled on the bed and positioned himself over her. She pulled him down instantly, her fingers eagerly finding that place on his upper back. He smiled into her shoulder as he felt her nails press into his skin. He kissed her neck before wrapping his arms around her.

He had never been the type of man where it was just about sex. Especially not when it came to her. Even before Megure-keibu could finish saying her name he had wanted to love her. The attraction had been absolute and remarkable. The force that had swept through him in that single moment was unmatched by anything else he had ever experienced in his entire life.

He had wanted her instantly. Not one day had gone by since their first meeting that he did not think about her. She was beautiful, inside and out, he had been able to tell this immediately.

He quickly realized that she was the woman he wanted to spend his life with. This desire had only intensified with every new thing he had learned about her as they spent more time together.

Though he had always known that there was something else within her. Something dark and painful. When he learned that her father had died on duty when she was young it seemed to make sense. She was always cheery and determined, never faltering in her duties. Her dedication was unparalleled…

He had figured that it was also in honour of her father that she worked so hard. He had also concluded that the quick strokes of sorrow that flitted across her gaze in the blink of an eye were due to this loss.

He had come to learn that her father's death was merely the beginning.

It had nearly broken his heart as she had stood there on the sidewalk and listed off all the people she had loved and lost. With each person she mentioned the emotion in her eyes seemed to become more desperate and degenerated.

But most important it seemed was him.

Matsuda Jinpei.

Takagi had been deeply wounded when Yumi-san had told him that he had something about him that was akin to Matsuda. The worst part, and Yumi-san herself didn`t seem to have noticed this, was when she had chosen to say that Miwako was finally noticing that fact.

That is to say, that Miwako was falling in love with the piece of him that reminded her of another man.

A replacement was not what he wanted to be.

But it was true. There were times when he was certain that she was looking right through him to someone else. He had always had that toxic feeling that the one she really wanted was Matsuda.

After the bomber case he had thought that he had helped her to finally move on. But months later when she had actually collapsed at the site of fireworks behind a Farris wheel told him that she wasn`t over it just yet. It was only confirmed when she asked him to promise that he would never go away and leave her alone.

Still, it was about Matsuda. But again he made the mistake of thinking that he had helped her move past it when he made that promise.

He realized for a second time this past November that she was still not mended when he found her intoxicated and sobbing over her kitchen table. He had never been so devastated in his entire life as he was then. She had been completely incoherent as he gently pulled her up. He thought he was helping her, he thought he was making her happy…it had finally hit him then that she was never as happy as she seemed and god damn why had he never made the connection when he had seen her knock back more alcohol than the entire division comfortably.

He had held her the entire night while stroking the top of her head and whispering that he loved her into her ear. It had hurt him more than he would ever admit.

He had jumped up in her bed with a start as soon as he was awake enough to register she wasn`t in his arms. He took a quick breath when he noticed her sitting on the end of the bed with her head cradled in her hands. He took a minuet to prepare himself for anything as he moved over and wrapped his arms around her. There had been silence for a few minutes before she spoke.

"It's ok Wataru, you can go." her shaky voice had uttered.

But he wouldn`t accept it. He lifted her into his lap, one hand cupping her tear stained face.

"I will not leave." he said as he stroked a falling tear off her cheek.

"I don't deserve you."

That had made him angry.

"Who deserves me is for me to decide!" The pain on her face had been too much.

"Miwako…don't worry, we'll get through this together." He spoke lovingly as he tangled a hand in her hair.

"You have already given me so much and yet I…"She turned her gaze away from him as more tears slid down her face.

"There is nothing I wouldn`t do for you!" The sheer force of his voice brought her gaze back to him.

He couldn`t remember what exactly he had said to her next. He had been so desperate to make her understand that he would protect her, he would fix her, and he would make her happy. He only became more insistent when she protested saying he would be happier with someone else

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because, I love you." He had said softly.

The confession seemed to stun her before, to his relief, she smiled back and pulled him down to her.

"I love you too." She sobbed into his ear, "More than anything."

She never looked through him again and Takagi finally felt he had managed to truly heal her significantly. That November night had brought them both into a very deep understanding of what the other meant to them.

He made her promise that the only thing she was to get lost in when upset was him. He never wanted to find her like that again.

Takagi brought his attention to her as she let out a large sigh. He moved beside her and lay down.

"I think we need a nap first."

Satou nodded, scooting up against him, "We have all weekend." She uttered tiredly draping an arm over his waist.

The two officers quickly fell into a peaceful sleep. Miwako was so content just to rest beside him.

A few hours later they were both woken up abruptly by the ringing from his home phone. They ignored it until the sound of Megure's voice sounded sternly on his answering machine.

"Takagi-kun, its Megure, I can't reach your cell. There's been a high profile murder, I need you to-."

"Hello, inspector." Takagi called as he picked up his cordless phone while still trying to pull his boxers up.

Miwako sat up tiredly, rubbing her eyes. She groaned angrily as her partner somehow procured his memo and started writing in it furiously while balancing the phone between his ear and shoulder. They just couldn't be left alone for one night.

"Alright Keibu. We'll be right there."

Miwako perked up as she watched him hang up the phone and head to his closet to pull his suit back out.

"Wataru."

"Mm?" he answered without turning around.

"Did you just say we'll be there? As in you and I?" Takagi stopped in the middle of pulling his slacks up and slowly turned to her.

"Oh no…I did, didn't I?"

Miwako laughed at the anxious expression on his face.

"It's fine. I'm sure the inspector has an inkling on what's been going on between us." She said as she stood to dress.

Takagi huffed in exasperation as he zipped his pants, "Damn, he said he was having trouble contacting you, I totally forgot to pretend not to know where you are."

Takagi locked his door behind them as they stepped out of his apartment a few moments later.

"Our relaxing weekend just went to hell."

Takagi hugged her quickly, "It'll be alright as long as we're together." He offered.

She looked up at him smiling. He couldn't have been more right.

My medical school applications are due next week! Can you believe I have the nerve to update this!

As you can see the tone is getting darker. Please…review?