A/N: Hey guys. So sorry its taken so long to update-I've been busy and sort of lacking inspiration. Although I'm loving season 2 I am missing my WillxMac fixes and I'm totally not enjoying this whole Nina Howard thing but anyway lets just hope that 'true love always wins'.

Anyway here is chapter 3- hope you like it.

It was 5am in the morning. It was 5am and she was so hungry that she was really quite surprised the small earthquake in her stomach hadn't at least caused him to stir. But nope, there he was, sleeping so very peacefully and that was the dilemma because although she was so hungry she actually thought she might die she realised that tomorrow there would probably be another room free and so tomorrow she probably wouldn't wake up in his arms. Tomorrow she'd probably wake up cold and alone and so despite how starved she felt right now she realised she had to make the most of it and just appreciate him, his smell, his rhythmical breathing, how peaceful he looked when he slept because this might be the last time she'd ever be this lucky.

As she sat she found herself wanting to touch him; wanting to stroke his hair and wrap her own arms back around him but again she knew she'd just wake him and then they'd be back- back to their to and fro, their banter and although she loved it (no-one else could keep up with her like him) it wasn't this. And she loved this, she'd missed this so much and the fact that this was one off was killing her to the point where she wouldn't even let it enter her mind because it was just wrong. This felt natural- this was where she was meant to start everyday but she'd been such a fool and so no- today was the anomaly when it should've been the norm and that, well that was just unbearable so she refused to let herself dwell on it, calming herself down again with the slow rhythm of his heart against her palm and of course it worked, it always had done.

She let herself lie there for another 90 minutes, drifting dazedly in and out of consciousness before the alarm crept up on them. It sounded so loudly that they both jolted, both of them simultaneously retracting their limbs and practically flinging themselves back onto their own sides of the bed.

'Morning,' He still sounded so damn sexy.

'Morning,' She paused, unsure about whether to bring up last night but she felt she should, they had enough elephants in the room already ' Look, I'm sorry about last night, its just it was cold and-'

'Mac, its fine, honestly'

'But, I don't want it to be awk-'

'Mac-'

'Right, got it, it was fine'

'It was fine- and its not like we haven't done it before'

'Well, still, thank you. It was nice not be cold'

'Anytime'

The silence was awkward. She hated it. In the past now he would have rolled over cupped her face in his hands and kissed her so softly on the mouth that she'd be struggling to breathe. His hands would be though her hair as he mumbled something about how he loved her and how lucky they were and then it would just flow so naturally from there; they'd always been morning sex people- it was how she'd started her day for 18 months but now here they were on opposite sides of the bed staring at the ceiling and God it was awful. Her stomach went again but this time it was welcome as it shattered the silence.

'Christ Mac, we better get to that buffet,'

And then they both got up and slipped back into the non sexual part of their routine. He put the TV straight on the news channel as she flicked through her emails. Now they could talk about the news it wasn't quite so awkward, and so it just slipped away- but it still wasn't the same. She used to read her emails in his shirt. She used to watch the news channel in his arms but at least it was something- at least it wasn't silent. She decided the best thing was just to get quickly on with the morning and so grabbed her clothes from her luggage but didn't quite pull them out properly sending her open handbag flying across the room. Bits were everywhere; lipstick, coins, credit cards (she really should learn to fasten her purse) amongst other random crap she'd managed to accumulate.

'Damn,' She muttered under her breath- as she dropped to her knees, trying quickly to gather up all her stuff. She grabbed everything she could see, knowing full well he was watching her.

'Well that was clever,'

'Shut up McAvoy,' She stood up, trying her best to hide just how flustered she was

'What, who doesn't enjoy a morning treasure hunt,'

'Well at least I can still get down on my knees…'

'Oh I see, because I'm old,'

'Well yes, that is what I was oh so subtlety implying,'

'Funny'

'I thought so yes'

'Mac?'

'Yes Will'

'Go and get dressed- if your stomach misses the buffet we will not be able to hear a single talk today,'

And they were back- the to and fro, in their weird sort of muted sexual tension masked in banter- well its better than nothing. As she went to reach into her make up bag she realised her lipstick, amongst many other items she'd missed in the quick grab, was probably somewhere on the bedroom floor. She smoothed down her skirt, ruffled her hair and exited the bathroom.

Will was sat on their bed. In his right hand her lipstick and in his left a piece of paper. It took her two seconds to realise what it was-

'Who is Matt Johnson?'

'He's a friend of Sloan's'

'Are you her PA now?'

'No,'

'So why is his number, sorry I should say, was his number, before you threw it across the room, in your purse?'

'He wants to meet for drinks,'

'Oh,'

'I'm probably not going to go, it was Sloan's idea. He's speaking tonight and she thought we'd hit it off. He's British,'

'So are lots of people,'

'Yes, well as I said I'm probably not going to go,'

'Why?'

Why? He was seriously sat there asking her why. Maybe because for the first time in ages she woke up happy this morning (apart from the fact her insides were digesting themselves but that was a mere technicality). Probably because she didn't want to date anyone else again ever and would quite happily stand and swear this minute that if she had option she'd wake up every morning for the rest of her life in his arms. But no, here he was, the aging idiot, asking her 'why?'- he really did love torturing her didn't he? Wanker.

'Because- well, for one, Sloan picked him out,'

'Yes,'

'And Sloan has, well, 'interesting', taste in men,'

'I think you should go,'

'You do?'

'You never know,'

What was he fucking doing to her. She could feel herself just staring at him because she was shocked. She'd felt him last night, his heart had been beating so hard when he'd pulled her close. Why couldn't he just let himself go just for a second, because that second was all she needed to slip into his arms and kiss him like she used to- she knew that's all it would take. But fine, she'd play his weird little game for now. Just for now.

'I suppose you're right,'

'I usually am,'

'Debatable. But I'm hungry so lets eat shall we?'

'I'm just gunna call the office, I'll meet you down there,'

'Suit yourself, don't blame me if all the bacon has gone-'

And with that she closed the door. He let himself lie back on their bed. Their bed. God it felt weird. You know what else felt weird? That whole previous interchange. As if he'd just encouraged her to meet up with one of Sloan's scumbags when she'd spent the night in his arms? What kind of sick individual does that? Habib was going to have something to say about this one, he could just feel it.

He didn't ring the office. He just lay there for a few minutes with her lipstick in his hand. He looked up at it and just let himself remember how her lips used to feel. It had been so painful this morning, all that silence that used to be filled with her laughter. He remembered one distinct time when she'd chucked her handbag across the room before, except that time it was because she'd thrown it at him for telling her she didn't know what she was talking about (to be fair, she didn't- the Yankees were awesome) and that had resulted in so much laughter and playfighting that they ended up just having sex there right on the bedroom floor. That was before Brian, before any of the lies, when everything was easy- just the two of them.

But then it hit him- that's all that it had been this morning and its not like she'd spent the night in Brian's arms or this Matt Johnson's. She had been in his. And when he'd woken up at 4am and smelt her hair and felt his chest swell it wasn't a feeling he never wanted again. He wanted her back in his arms every night. So no, she wouldn't be going to meet Matt Johnson tonight. It was time to stop pratting around and putting off the inevitable- because they did belong together and he just needed to stop fighting it. He had punished her enough and it just wasn't worth it anymore because my God he loved her. He loved her so much he didn't even understand it and yet it all seemed so simple. She was his and he was hers and all this stuff, well it was irrevelant because when you hold the girl you were supposed to hold in your arms again it all just blurs into some kind of perfect serenity. Why had Habib just told him to do this? It would have saved him so much over analysis and so many games because at the end of the day, after all the crap they'd been through holding her made him happy and, God, it was so simple now. He just needed to hold her, hold her on a regular basis and everything would be easier.

So he decided there and then- all this bullshit about not being able to forgive her was irrelevant because yes it hurt and yes it was painful when he thought about Brian, but Brian was in the past and you know what the thought of not being able to hold her again hurt more. So it was time, time to take back the girl (how very valiant he was feeling) but maybe after breakfast, because lets be honest nobody ever won the girl on an empty stomach.