Here it is, Chapter 4! I think it's a pretty short one, or atleast not as big as the others, but I still hope you like it and i'll start writing the next chapter as soon as possible. That one is probably going to be a bit longer and more action packed. Anyway, enjoy and thanks to all my loyal reader/reviewers! If it wasn't for you guys I probably wouldn't be writing this! Ok, here goes..

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Dylan..

"Well, this is it." I said, turning on the lights at my apartment.

I watched him take a few tentative steps forward as he scanned the place. It was the first time he saw it and his behaviour reminded me of a shy little boy. My place wasn't nearly as big, classy and.. neat as his, but I hoped he wouldn't mind. I really liked it so I never thought about moving to another neighbourhood or getting a more expensive apartment. I could effort something with standing but it just wasn't 'me'. Besides with a bit of cleaning up and some rearranging of the furniture this would make a nice and cosy place and I was sure Anthony would come to love it.

I closed the door and stated with a smile "Make yourself at home." before pulling off my jacket. I threw it on the couch and then walked over to the kitchen to get us some drinks.

He put his suitcase and cane down and took off his long black coat. I could tell he felt uncomfortable and perhaps a bit nervous too but that could be fixed. "So what can I get you to drink?" He looked over at me and asked "Do you have whisky?" Although I wasn't really fond of the liquid, I still kept a bottle, just in case. "Yeah, I do." I said with a smile, holding up the bottle so he could see it. He smiled back. I poured him a glass and as for me, just a beer would do.

I walked back in to the living room and took a seat beside him. "Here you go." I said handing him the Whisky. He downed it almost instantly. "I guess you needed it." I said, knowing what was bothering him as I took a swig of the beer. "You know there probably isn't going to happen anything for the rest of the evening or night so why don't we try to relax a little? We will have enough time to worry about this tomorrow." I put his drink and my own on the table and pressed my lips against his. I felt his hand on my neck and he pulled me closer. I moaned at the feeling of his tongue caressing my own. We hadn't even been separated for an entire day but I had already missed him like crazy. I just knew Anthony was the wrong "right" guy for me. I was so lost in the feeling that I hadn't noticed that he had stopped kissing me, until a few seconds later. I opened my eyes and I found him staring at my chest. At first I thought he was staring at, well what every normal guy would be staring at, I guess, but then I realized he wasn't staring at my breasts but at the medallion, his medallion. I had almost forgotten about it.

I was about to say something but when he gently fingered the piece of jewellery, I decided to wait. It was Anthony who spoke. "My medallion.. You have it.. You kept it?" He said it in such a way as if not truly believing it.

I took it from him and looked at it. "Yeah, I did. I couldn't just throw it away. Especially not after I thought you died. I - I guess I wanted something that reminded me of you and.. well besides the memories this was the only thing I had at the time." I looked up at him and for the first time I saw tears in his eyes. I had never seen him this emotional before. I smiled and touched his cheek. "I love you Anthony and a part of me already did that night on the roof. And when you fell, you took a piece of my heart with you. And since our reunion, you have all of it and always will.." I waited for him to speak but he stayed silent. "Say something?" I asked softly, and then laughed at the expression on his face. He seemed stunned, totally at loss for words. I shook my head and kissed him. It didn't take long before he responded and kissed me back passionately.

After awhile I pulled away and asked "So, does this mean I can keep it?" He raised his eyebrow and had this slightly amused expression on his face. "What? I like it, ok." He shook his head and then turned serious. "You may have it, like you have my heart. But take good care of it." I smiled and hugged him. "I will Anthony.. I will." I broke the hug and crawled onto the couch. I laid his arm across my shoulders and snuggled back into his embrace. As I hugged him I felt something 'hard' poking my left side. I wondered what it was. "Uh Anthony what's that thing?" He gave me a questioning look, but then he seemed to realize what I meant as he reached under his jacket and pulled out a gun. "Oh." I recognized it to be a German Luger. I remembered him using it outside Corwin's, when we were chasing him down the alley, or in other words, when we first met. He laid the gun on the table. "Better?" He asked. "Much better." I said while I hugged him close. He placed a kiss on top of my head. For a while we just enjoyed the silence and each others company.

I realized I hadn't eaten a thing since I got back from my shopping adventure, not that I was really hungry but maybe Anthony was. "Are you hungry? Cause I could make you something." I asked, not leaving the comfort of his arms. He didn't say anything, but merely shook his head. "Okay, neither am I." I sighed softly. How I liked having him close. For a moment I was angry at myself for not trusting him earlier. For judging him so easily. I would never do it again, never. After a few minutes I felt myself drifting off to sleep, but then Anthony nudged me and said "Dylan, let me put you to bed." I smiled and nodded. I hadn't realized I was this tired. I guess sleeping in my bed would be better than on the couch. He gently picked me up. "Dylan?" "Yes Anthony?" I asked a little sleepy. "Where is your bedroom?" I opened my eyes and found him staring down at me with a goofy look plastered on his face. I laughed a little. "Behind that door." I said pointing to the one on the right.

Inside the bedroom, he laid me down on the bed and started taking off my clothes. He began to unbutton my blouse and I couldn't help it as a soft moan escaped my lips. Just the feel of his hands on my body gave me goosebumps. If I hadn't been this tired I would've taken this somewhere else but I just let him undress me and after he had removed his clothes and turned off the lights, we both slipped under the covers.

It didn't take long for both of us to drift off to, hopefully, a good night sleep. But if I were to have any nightmares, I knew Anthony would save me.

Anthony..

I still thought it was a bad idea to go and stay with my beloved Angel, but she could be so stubborn. I didn't feel like taking unnecessairy risks, and staying close to her was doing just that. She would become a target aswell. Besides, I didn't need any protection from her. She of all people should know I could take care of myself. I knew people wanted to protect their loved ones, but this was ridiculous. I used to be an assassin. If I wasn't able to protect myself, than who was? Anyway, the most important thing right now, was to get out of this mess, preferrable in one piece. There was also another thing that needed to be dealt with, or rather a pair of Angels. I groaned at the prospect of coming face to face with them. Dylan hadn't mentionned it for quite some time now, so I figured out she still hadn't told them the 'big news'.

"Well, this is it." Dylan said, and so interrupted my train of thoughts.

I found myself standing in the doorway of her apartment. She went inside and turned on the lights. As soon as there was light I saw exactly what I always thought I would see, the exact opposite of me. It was a lot more colorful than my apartment. There was a red couch in the middle of the room. It was a color I wouldn't dare to use in a million years. And her place wasn't nearly as clean and neat as mine, but that didn't surprise me at all. For a moment I wondered why I loved the woman so much. I guess the saying 'Opposites attract' does have some truth to it. I couldn't see myself living here but after already giving up the assassination business, I could just as well take it a step further.

"Make yourself at home." My angel said with a smile. I watched her go into the kitchen and decided to follow her advice and 'make myself at home', or atleast try to. After putting my cane and suitcase away, I took off my black coat and had a seat on her couch. I couldn't help but feel nervous. I guess I was still a little riled up from what happened earlier. All kinds of unpleasant scenarios came to mind. I tried to shake it off but it was harder than I thought. My mind was about to take off again when Dylan called from out the kitchen "So, what can I get you to drink?" Hmm.. a drink I could use. "Do you have Whisky?" I asked. "Yeah, I do." She was holding up a bottle with an infectious smile that was hard to resist. After a minute or so, she joined me on the couch. "Here you go." She said, handing me the glass. I immediately gulped it down and a warm pleasant feeling spread through out my body. I already felt more relaxed. "I guess you needed it." Yeah, and there's someone else I need too.. "You know there probably isn't going to happen anything for the rest of the evening or night so why don't we try to relax a little? We will have enough time to worry about this tomorrow." She then said and I was taken by surprise by how close our thoughts were. I didn't have time to ponder it further as her lips touched mine. I made sure she wasn't going anywhere soon and laid my hand on her neck to pull her closer. She parted her lips for me to enter and I thrusted my tongue inside, tasting her. As I had my hand on her neck I felt the chain of the necklace she was wearing, but what I didn't understand was why it felt so familiar.. I slowly broke the kiss and lifted the necklace to look at it. I hardly believed my eyes. The medallion, the one Mother Superior had given to me when I first came to the Orphanage, was hanging around Dylan's neck. I remembered where I lost it. It was at the Coal Bow, where I had managed to steal a lock of that wonderful hair, while she had managed to get hold of the medallion. I never thought I would see it again. But here it was, simply hanging around her neck.

"My medallion.. You have it.. You kept it?" I thought she would have thrown it away or something, but I never thought she would actually wear it. It was a surprise. A pleasant surprise. I was glad she had it. It meant a lot to me. So did the medallion. Mother Superior was one of the few people that genuily cared about me and I had always worn the medallion out of respect for her and because I knew she had given this little gift with love. Dylan then took it from me and said "Yeah, I did. I couldn't just throw it away. Especially not after I thought you died. I - I guess I wanted something that reminded me of you and.. well besides the memories this was the only thing I had at the time." She didn't want to forget about me.. We weren't even together then but she had still cared. I tried hard not to cry. I wasn't used to all these different kind of emotions, even after being with Dylan for two months now, it was hard to erase 15 years with mainly one emotion, anger.

When I looked at her, she smiled and reached out to touch my cheek. "I love you Anthony and a part of me already did that night on the roof. And when you fell, you took a piece of my heart with you. And since our reunion, you have all of it and always will.." So I was right, she had truly cared. "Say something?" I hadn't realised I was silent for quite some time now. But I just didn't know what to say. I was totally overcome with emotion and that didn't happen too often. Laughter then filled my ears and lips touched mine. I always thought actions spoke louder than words so I eagerly responded. After awhile she pulled back and asked "So, does this mean I can keep it?" Honestly, I hadn't thought about taking it back. It looked good on her and this way she would always have something that came from me. If there was any person at all that I would have given it to, it would've been Dylan for sure. "You may have it, like you have my heart. But take good care of it." She then pulled me into a hug and said "I will Anthony.. I will." She pulled back and smiled before crawling onto the couch and snuggling into my arms. This felt good. I could stay like this forever, but it didn't last that long as she asked me what 'that thing' was. At first I had no idea what she was talking about but when she cast a glance downwards I knew what the problem was. I reached under my jacket and pulled out the gun I had tucked into my belt. "Oh." I couldn't help but smile a little as I laid the gun on the table. "Better?" She agreed and hugged me close.

I was content to have her in my arms. It was perfect. "Are you hungry? Cause I could make you something." Dylan asked out of the blue. I wasn't really, I had everything I needed right here in my arms. I shook my head. "Okay, neither am I." I glanced over at the clock and noticed it was getting pretty late. Why did time had to go by so fast when you enjoyed yourself? Dylan had her arm around my waist and when I felt her grip loosen a bit I knew she was close to falling asleep. Sleeping on the couch wouldn't do her any good. Besides if she fell asleep I would be stuck myself and I would hate to wake her up. I gave her a gentle nudge and said "Dylan, let me put you to bed." She nodded and I moved off the couch to pick her up. Once in my arms I realized I didn't know where her bedroom was, I had never been at her apartment before. For a moment I felt a bit of an idiot. "Dylan?" I softly asked. "Yes Anthony?" She replied, her eyes still closed. "Where is your bedroom?" Apparently she found the situation funny as she smiled and then laughed. "Behind that door." Right. I carried her into the room and laid her down on the bed.

As I was undressing her I felt her tremble slightly under my touch. I never really understood the feelings I could stir in her. But it made me happy nontheless. It made me feel more confident about myself, it felt great to know that I could please such a beautiful woman like Dylan. After I had removed all of her clothing, I started to take off mine. I folded them up and laid them on the ground next to the bed. Then I turned off the lights and crawled into bed beside my Angel. I pulled her closer and gently stroked her hair until I knew she had fallen asleep. I placed my arm around her waist and after a couple of minutes I too fell asleep.

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Ok, Chapter 5 coming up! I hope you enjoyed. R&R.