Hopefully, you liked Chapter 1, and replied. If not, that's okay and I'll go ahead and post a chapter two, because I'm feeling frisky and I'm really liking where this story is going. And that's just me, and I'm a junkie for writing stuff. So once again..

I don't own The Boondock Saints, nor do I own anything affiliated with it. The OC, Brina, is a figment of my imagination, and the title I generated on a title generator website thing..if it's the same as another title, it's not mine, and I don't own it.

The next few nights she worked, the boys showed up, but they didn't stay like they had the first night. She and Murphy shared a few smiles, but it was like he was afraid to talk to her. But Friday and Saturday nights, neither one of them showed up, early or late, to the pub. After the Saturday night rush was over, Brina confronted Doc about it. "Where have those two troublemakers been?" He laughed and poured her a shot of whiskey. "Brina, you can't control or predict those two. Might as well try to lasso mother nature and control her. They are wild, and free spirits. They come and go as they please. Now, you d-d-d-do know that we're c-c-c-closed tomorrow, right? Ass!" She grinned and slid the shot glass back to Doc. "Yeah, I know. For Sunday." She washed the glasses and set them on the bar to dry over night. Doc had already left and locked up behind himself, but she checked the door just to be sure. She shut off the lights and climbed the stairs, grateful to see her bed. She put her money in the jar on her dresser. She had never suspected she'd make such great tips at this job. But everyone seemed to really like her.

She slipped off her shoes and let down her hair, massaging her scalp and reveling in the wonderful feeling. She sighed and took off her jeans and the shirt she wore, leaving her in her tank top and her boy short underwear. Just as she had laid down and shut off the lamp, her phone rang. She looked at the display screen and didn't recognize the number, but answered anyways. "Hello?" It was silent for a moment until she heard a voice speak. "Brina?" She recognized the thick accent. "Mr. Murphy, is that you? How'd you get my cell phone number?" She heard him chuckle on the other end of the line and felt butterflies go crazy in her stomach as she remembered his smile, and then the kiss on the cheek. "Aye it's me. I know the bar's owner and he hooked me up." She smiled and sighed into the phone. "Well, I'll just have to have a talk with Doc the next time I see him." She laid her head back on the pillows and played with her hair with one hand, and held the phone with the other. "Well, now don't go getting me into trouble. I wasn't supposed to tell ya." She held her breath during the brief moment of silence that followed, but let it go when he started talking again. "I know the bar's closed tomorrow, but I was wondering if I could come over? Make you dinner and we watch a movie. Would that be alright?'' She felt like a little school girl with a crush. "Yeah, that'd be fine. Can you promise me one thing, though?"

"Anything. You name it." A small sense of security came with that promise. "I don't want to eat anything too crazy or exotic. I'd feel bad if you turned out to be a terrible cook." Grinning, she heard him laugh. "Hey now, I cook most of mine and Connor's dinners. But, okay. I promise. As crazy as we'll get is spaghetti." Satisfied that she knew she could eat the menu, she smiled. "Deal. I'm exhausted, but I don't want to get off the phone." Her eyes grew heavier and heavier with every moment. "Well, go ahead and go to sleep, Brina. I'll be there at 6 tomorrow night. Sleep well, and have wonderful dreams. Alright?" She smiled, and nodded her head, remembering he couldn't see her, she muttered an, "Okay. Goodnight, Murphy." The last thing she heard was his voice, telling her goodnight.

The sun shone across her face and woke her up the next morning. She rolled over and stretched before letting her feet touch the floor. She sat there, wondering if the phone call was just a dream, but put all thinking on hold. She climbed into the shower and let the warm water and scent of citrus body wash start to wake her up even more. She stepped out of the shower and turned it off before wrapping herself in a towel. She padded to the kitchen, pulled a mug from the cabinet, and filled it with water. The microwave beeped and she pulled the steaming water out. The cabinet and the fridge held the most important contents to her. The instant Starbucks coffee and the creamer. After mixing it well, she sat down infront of the television and turned on the news. No more news on The Saints, just news about the weather, local crime rates dropping slightly. She flipped to watch some television show about paranormal things just to pass the time. She quickly found that's all that she would be doing today, is passing the time. She mopped, wiped everything down, made sure the apartment was in order, then she turned her attention downstairs. She put away the glasses from last night, swept, mopped, and took out the trash.

The clock was not her friend today. She noticed it was 4:46, and that she was filthy from cleaning. She tracked upstairs and stripped off her clothes to take, yet another shower. When she got out, she straightened her hair, did her makeup, and put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. At 5:54, her phone rang, and she answered, smiling when she heard Murphy. "Miss Brina, Miss Brina, let down your golden hair." She laughed and walked down the stairs towards the door. "Okay, my hair isn't really that 'golden' it's more like a reddish blond, it's not all that long, and I wouldn't do it anyways. That would seriously hurt to have a full grown man using it as a rope." She ended the call and opened the door, smiling when she saw Murphy standing there. "So will the door be acceptable?" He stepped inside, careful to hide something behind his back. "Here," he handed her the grocery bag full of stuff for their dinner. "Carry this, and I'll follow you." She turned around and started for the back and up the stairs to her home. She walked into the kitchen and put the bag down on the counter before turning back around to him. "Wow. Doc really did a number didn't he? This place is nice." She smiled and walked over to close the door behind him. "He did well." She stood next to him and he looked at her, looking back at him.

He leaned over and pressed his lips against her cheek and as he pulled back, he brought his hand from behind his back. "These are for you. I hope you like them. I'm not really a flower kind of guy, and I don't know which flower symbolizes what," she let him ramble on for a minute and took them with a smile. "Thank you, Murphy. They're beautiful." He shrugged off his jacket and let it lay across a single chair near the couch, and followed her into the kitchen. She was setting the vase full of water on the counter and was dipping the stems of the flowers into it. "So you ready to cook?" After a mess of chopping, slicing, boiling, and heating, dinner was finally ready. They ate at the small table and made small talk. "So what exactly is Connor in to right now, if you're here?" She took another bite of her spaghetti and listened. "Well, it's a little weird doing stuff without him. We always have. But I'm not sure what he's up to. When I left, he was laying on the couch watching Cops." She smiled and took a sip of the wine she had gotten from the pub. "Well, let's hope he stays there." He raised his beer and she raised her glass. "I will certainly cheer to that. Don't want that asshole around to ruin my big date."

They had finished eating, cleaned the table off, and with full stomachs, sat down on the couch to watch Braveheart. They both knew they wouldn't make it to the end, but it was only 8, so they had a chance. He lifted his arm and put it around her back, trying to act like it was a casual thing. She smiled and scooted closer to him, only to have him scoot away. She scooted closer again, but he scooted away. For a minute, she was worried, but she saw the smartass smirk on his lips. She made a fist and playfully punched his side. "Quit being awful." He chuckled and looked at her. She looked at him, still smiling, and rolled her eyes. She felt his eyes still looking at her, and the second she turned to look at him, he leaned down and kissed her, cradling her chin ever so gently. They stopped, and she felt herself blushing. She did anything to avoid eye contact for a moment when she heard him whisper, "Hey." She looked at him again, and let her hand rest on his cheek as she moved to where she was sitting on her knees, level with him, and her lips were pressed against his. She felt his hand slip around her waist and his tongue drag slowly across her lips, asking for entry. She obliged and she let her arm slip around his neck as they deepened the kiss, he pulled her closer.

When they stopped, both were slightly out of breath, and smiling. He kicked off his boots and laid back on the couch, and she laid down half on him, and half on the couch. Her head was on his chest, listening to his heart beat and trying to be interested in the movie. His fingers slowly stroked her hair above her ear, and her eyes glanced to the clock. It was only 10:30, but her eyes were starting to droop. She judged by his even breaths, that Murphy was either getting sleepy or was already asleep himself. She smiled and let sleep over take her. She was cold, her arms kept chilling, and when she heard someone whispering her name, she let one eye open. She saw the menu screen for Braveheart, smelled cologne, and slowly realized she was still laying on Murphy. His hand gently shook her arm, "Brina." She moved enough to let him know she was awake. "Hmm?" She raised her head and looked into his eyes, "Do you want to stay here?" He nodded his head and gave a small, "Mmhmm." She scooted forward and kissed his lips, taking her time, remembering everything he did. Kissing her back, making a small circle on her back with one of his fingers, pushing her hair off her neck as he took her cheek in his hand. These were the best memories, to her. "Let's go to bed, then. I think we're both cramped on this couch." He gave a small smile and stretched. "Aye. Let's do it." She stood up and got off of the couch and turned off the tv and the dvd player. She shut off the kitchen lights, the living room lights, and the bathroom light before they were in her bedroom.

As sleepy as she still was, she wasn't going to dig through her dresser to find pajamas. She was going to sleep just the way she usually did. She felt his eyes on her as she took off the tank top, revealing a smaller, tighter one beneath, and took off her shorts, letting them fall to the floor. "Come on, Murph. No funny business, though." He smiled as she crawled under the sheets, took off his shirt; tossing it to the floor, and crawled under the sheets next to her. She had her head on the pillow, and felt his arm snake around her waist and pull her close to his chest. The only word that popped into her head with this, was safe. She felt safe with Murphy holding her. She was almost back asleep when she heard him whisper, "Good night, mo cuishle."

The next morning, she awoke alone. For a moment, she was sad, thinking it had all been a dream. She heard her door open and close and saw Murphy walking back in, trying to be quiet. He came into the bedroom, taking off his boots and his shirt again, and as he crawled back into her bed, she rolled over and laid her head on his chest and draped her arm over his waist. "Where'd you go?" He chuckled lightly as she raised up. He scooted down so that they were eye to eye. "Went to get some breakfast. Coffee and a cinnamon roll." She smiled and kissed him softly. "I'm all for that. But oh woe is me, I don't want to get out of bed." She pouted and he laughed, getting up and bringing in the cups and the bag. She sat up and almost snatched the coffee from him. His phone gave a shrill ring and he set his coffee down on the night stand. "Hello?" She took a chunk out of the cinnamon roll and sighed. It was delicious, and still warm. She licked the sticky icing off her fingers and took another drink of coffee. "Yeah. Alright, bye." Murphy hung up his phone and stuffed it into his pocket. "I gotta go." She groaned and set the cinnamon roll down on the bag and her coffee on the night stand on her side. "Seriously?" He leaned down, both hands in a fist, holding himself up on the bed so he could look her straight in the eyes. "Unfortunately. Connor wants to go to church, and for some reason that has to be a bonding time for the two of us." She gave a sympathetic smile and reached up to his cheek, cupping it and rubbing her thumb back and forth.

"You're a good guy, Murphy. Go ahead. It's fine." He sat down on the edge of the bed and was turned to look at her. "I don't want to go. That's just it. I'd much rather stay here and wake up with you." She couldn't get enough of his smooth accent. She sighed and pulled him back, so he was laying down. She crawled around on the bed until she was straddling him and had both his hands pinned above his head. "This is how I want to wake up. But I doubt getting your butt beaten by a girl would do much to boost your ego this early in the morning." She smirked but was taken by surprise when he slipped an arm loose and wrapped it around her waist and flipped them both over, so he looked down into her eyes. "Can't do much damage. Too light." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down, their lips crashing on each other's. She pulled away and sat up. "Seriously, Murphy, go. I don't want Connor being mad at me. I'll be here tonight." He smiled and kissed her quickly before hopping off the bed and putting his boots back on. She grabbed his shirt and walked to the front door and waited. He followed behind her and stopped when he got to the door. She slung his shirt over his jacket, still on the same chair, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'll be here tonight, too. Possibly Connor, but I already told him where I was and who I was with, and said if he didn't like it, he'd have to get the fuck over it." She smiled as he gently backed her into the wall beside the door. They kissed again, but this time felt more desperate. As if he hadn't been kissed in a long long time and he wanted to remember and savor every second before he was ripped away.

She broke the kiss and handed him his shirt to put on, then his coat. He tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek before they hugged. He finally tore himself away and left. She didn't know why, but she felt comfortable with Murphy. Things were going well, and she was happy. Happy, until, she remembered the mess of spaghetti in the kitchen.

Chapter 2! Ka-Chow! I am really loving this story, and I've got the perfect idea of where it's heading. I think that's why i'm so eager to get it written so that I can share the awesomeness in my brain with all of you. :-D Anyways...if you read and liked chapter 1 and / or chapter 2, please please please Read and Reply!