Kirsty and Oliver made love well until after sunrise, and nearly the remainder of morning.

Finally, Oliver who was sitting up with Kirsty sitting on his lap, tilted his head back, gritting his teeth and climaxed strongly as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. Holding her by the hips, his hands squeezed her soft skin as she quivered in her orgasm as collapsed against his chest. Gasping for breath, the two sat there for what seemed like forever before finally Kirsty batted her eyelashes, and heard his heart thudding deep in his chest. Nuzzling against his hair, Kirsty felt exhausted all over. She had been in relationships before, slept with guys, but never like this. It seemed crazy that she had just met Oliver, and barley knew anything about him. Still, as stupid and crazy as it seemed she ignored any of those thoughts, pushing them away. Right now she just wanted to live in the moment. Laying there, she felt Oliver's chest rise and fall as she sat there, feeling himself still inside her. The apartment felt surprisely warm, and at this exact second, that horrible nightmare seemed a million miles away. Just then a hand reached down, gently lifting her chin.

Looking up, she saw Oliver's friendly brown eyes smiling back at her.

"How's the head?" Kirsty made a face.

"Hurts, a bit…swearing off booze for a while."

Laughing, Oliver stroked back her hair.

"Yeah, I've said that a time or two. Besides that, how are you feeling?"

"Better, much better…"

Kirsty lifted herself, slowly moving herself up and down before deeply kissing his lips. Laughing in-between the kiss, Oliver looked down at her.

"How can you have any fluids left in that body? I'm completely spent."

Laughing Kirsty kissed him again before cocking her head to the side.

"What can I say, I feel inspired."

Laughing, Oliver kissed her before glancing over at Kirsty's clock radio.

"I gotta split in a bit, I promised my friend Nick I would help him at his new place moving stuff."

Laughing, Kirsty sat up.

"What are you, some mysterious handsome moving guy who goes around rescuing people in need?"

Oliver reached down, slowly running his hands over her breasts before smirking.

"Sums me up pretty well. I would like to see you again…maybe later this week?"

Kirsty smiled.

"Sure, maybe we can enjoy ourselves a nice less unusual evening, dinner maybe?"

"Sounds delightful."

Laughing the two kissed as thin sunlight filtered in on them. A half an hour later Kirsty stood underneath the shower head of her tiny bathroom, grateful that she was getting hot water despite the terrible pressure. She knew she was in store for a nice hangover for the reminder of the day. Still, she was grateful that her interview at the pet store wasn't until tomorrow. Feeling her muscles relax, she smiled as the water poured down her. She had said goodbye to Oliver shortly before getting in the shower. He was zipping up his jeans and fixing his belt. He told her he would call her, and kept stopping to go out the door as he came back for another, and another, and another kiss. Laughing, Kirsty watched him leave before turning and going into the bathroom to try and straightened herself out. Her head aching, she knew a hot shower would get her at least somewhat awake. She hoped she wouldn't end up being a one night stand. She knew deep down inside Oliver would call, but she had to remind herself she was brand new over here. For all she knew he got what he wanted and that was that. Turning off the water she sighed as she grabbed a towel and began to dry herself off. Drying her hair, she wrapped herself up in another towel and wrinkled her nose at her bathroom.

The place was falling apart, but she knew in no time she could make this her home. Walking out into her bedroom she stopped dead in her tracks and smiled. On her nightstand was a thing of coffee from the shop down the street, along with a muffin, and a bottle of aspirin. Slowly walking over, she sat down on the edge of her bed and saw a small note written on the back of an envelope.

Kirsty, Thought you might be needing these. Remember to lock that door for now on! Any mysterious moving man could come in at any time! I'll ring you soon. - Oliver.

Smiling, Kirsty felt her heart skip as she laid backwards and smiled. A few days later Kirsty had begun working at the pet store a few blocks away. She instantly hated it, not really knowing exactly what she was doing. Shortly after a very busy and frantic first few hours, she walked in on a homeless man eating crickets that were supposed to be for the lizards and snakes. Too stunned to even think, she just stood back as he walked out. A few hours later she was grateful to see it was time to go home.

Creeped out, she grabbed her purse and decided she would head straight to her place instead of swinging by her father's. She had called him nearly every day, but wanted to keep her distance since she sensed things weren't exactly going well with Julia and him. She had promised she would grab dinner with her father that weekend, and hopefully see if anything was going on.

Nevertheless, she was enjoying herself, taking in the sights, and Oliver had called the other evening wanting to make plans with her after work. Walking out, boots clicking she nearly screamed when she heard her name.

"Kirsty?"

Spinning around, Kirsty clutched her chest and gasped only to see Oliver grinning as he leaned against the brick wall on the side building. He was wearing a jean jacket, his hands stuffed in the front pockets. Relieved, Kirsty nervously laughed as he walked over. "Oh my God, you scared me." Oliver smiled putting his arm around her and kissing her.

"Sorry love, how you been?"

Kirsty wrinkled her nose.

"I've been better, some creep came into the store today and ate a handful of bugs."

Oliver raised his bushy eyebrows and laughed.

"What?!"

"I know, he just came in…God you should have seen him, he was filthy. He just grabbed a handful of crickets and ate them."

Oliver kept laughing as they walked, looking digested.

"Why?"

"I have no idea, he didn't say anything and just walked out."

Oliver still smiling sighed before wrapping his arm around her tighter.

"Ah, welcome to England love…the whole place is full of weirdos."

That night after dinner, Kirsty and Oliver returned to Oliver's modest flat. It was small, but in far better shape than Kirsty's. Opening up a bottle of wine, Oliver and her sat on his fold out couch talking and catching up. Picking up a photo of Oliver's daughter that sat on the side table, she smiled.

"Is this your daughter?"

Oliver smiled looking at the framed photograph.

"Yeah, that's my little princess."

"She's beautiful."

Setting the photograph down, the two sat side by side before Oliver smiled, slowly reaching into her blouse and began to undo her buttons. Laughing, Kirsty looked up at him before the two began laughing as he climbed on top of her. A few hours later, Kirsty awoke beside Oliver, naked and covered in sweat. Gasping for breath she stared out into the darkness, struggling not to scream. Oliver instantly woke up.

"What's the matter?"

Kirsty felt tears begin to blur her vision.

"I…had another nightmare…"

"About your father?"

He asked gently kissing her bare shoulder blade. Shivering, Kirsty slowly turned and looked down at him.

"No…about you. I dreamed…you were dead."