The sum total of McCoy's refridgerator included a jar with a single remaining dill pickle, a carton of eggs who's expiration date was murky at best, and a loaf of bread that was ready to be used for penicillin. The pair called a reluctant time outfrom the morning's banter to consider their choices.

After weighing the limited options for food a five thirty on a Sunday morning, the couple opted to run by the Mom and Pop store that was within half a block from the loft and make breakfast together; the loft having an edge on comfort that included a larger bathtub and a fireplace with a full basket of wood beside it.

After inspecting the contents of the refrigerator at the place the couple had called home before their last falling out, Malinowski looked back at the man who was already unpacked the groceries and had assembled the ingredients for omelets.

"No food at your place; no food here. Where exactly did you stay while I was in Islip?"

McCoy looked up from the onion he was chopping, with amused indifference.

"You told me to get out, so I got out."

"And went where," she shot back shamelessly.

"I didn't think you cared."

"I didn't then, but I do now."

"Now I know why they say women are fickle,"he said with a sniker."I alternated between Clancy's for a late dinner on the way to the apartment and take out and sacking out at the office," he said, lightly smacking her backside with the spatula as she walked past him. "What about you and before you answer, I made the mistake of calling your brothers a few nights after you threw me out. I got an ear full about the example we were setting for Lindsay, so I know you weren't staying there."

"Yeah, you know, you're really going to have to help me find a woman for my brother," she commented as she added butter to the skillet heating on the stove. "The man needs to lighten up and start living again. It's been-"

"Where?"

"The office and every so often the Islip Inn, so I could take a proper bath and wash my hair," she replied, as she reached for the bowl that sat between them. "So you called my brother's? If I had known you were ready to grovel.."

"I don't grovel," McCoy sputtered as he began pouring them each a glass of orange juice."Came by the loft to pick up my satchel. When I noticed there wasn't sign of you being here, I checked the mail and realized you hadn't been home in days. I called Andy to get a forwarding address. When I couldn't reach you, I stuck your mail in a manila envelope and sent to your office, because it seemed like the right thing to do."

"Actually," she admitted, her eyes never leaving the skillet."I got the envelope a few days after I'd come by to check the box. I thought about going by your place when, but…"

McCoy cocked his head, as he handed her a glass and waited.

"Ooh, we should make mimosas. A hair of the dog and all that," she said, suddenly handing him the spatula."I think we had a couple of champagne splits at the back of the fridge..."

As she rummaged through the refrigerator, McCoy grabbed her from behind. Having opted to wear something less formal than the yellow chiffon cocktail dress she had worn to the wedding the day before for their trip to the market, Malinowski had borrowed one of McCoy's demin shirts, a pair of jeans that had become tight on the DA, and a belt. The clothing hung loosely on her slender frame, making it easy for McCoy to reach under the outer wear to begin mercilessly tickling his lover.

"Either tell me now or I'm going for your feet next."

"Jack! Stop it! You're going….going to….make me drop the bottles," she gasped while she held onto two glass bottles in one hand and tried to unsuccessfully fight him off with the other.

"Then out with it," he demanded as a hand quickly gripped then released a bottle.

As he applied his cool hand to her midriff Malinowski gasped again, her body shocked yet stirred, by the coolness of his hand as it began to drift lower.

"All right! But, only because the eggs are going to burn," she exclaimed as she set the bottles down and leaned into his embrace. "I thought about coming by your place, but since I was the one that sent you away, I thought there was a chance…I thought whatever I might walk in on, I asked for it by throwing you out."

His eyes widened in confusion, as his attention to her response had been divided by his effort to smoothly slip the omelet out of the pan and onto the plate in tact; McCoy wasn't sure he'd heard her correctly.

"Wow, Jack that's some omelet," she said staring at the six egg creation that was stuffed with an assortment of chopped vegetables, cheeses, and ham. "That's huge! I don't think I've seen one this big before."

"Sounds like something you said last night," he said with a cocky grin, not quite dodging the hand that reached out to smack his arm. "I thought we could share it, rather than spend time making another. What did you mean by whatever you might walk in, you asked for? What could you possibly..."

Malinowski tossed a fork in his direction as, her face grew red.

"What do you think? I threw you out. Technically, you'd of had every right to see yourself as a free man and to act accordingly."

"Oh, you thought you'd walk in on one of those famous McCoy sex orgies," he said smacking his forehead.

"If you weren't so cute when you decided to play wiseass, you'd be annoying," she retorted as completed the task of making the drinks."Go make yourself useful and start the fire, while I set this stuff on the coffee table and pull out the hide a bed."

McCoy's eyes widened as he swallowed a bite of the omelet.

"I don't know if you're just insatiable or you've just hit on a pleasurable way to subsidize your meager salary as a lowly public servant."

Malinowski laughed softly as she completed her tasks. She found the little game of 'Call girl and John' they had played the night before not only amusing, but surprisingly exciting. Just thinking about the way they had been together only hours before made her moist with anticipation for more.

"Why don't you bring your sexy little ass over here and find out," she asked as she suggestively ran her fingers along the wide V of the oversized shirt, "and be sure not to forget your wallet."

"I thought the customer was the one that made those kinds of demands," he retorted as he finished with the fire and moved to join her.

After taking a long pull on his mimosa, McCoy set the glass down and moved within a few inches of her.

"You're sure you don't have other clients waiting," he asked, his voice low and raspy, as he undid the belt that hung loosely around her hips.

The belt hit the wood floor; immediately after the jeans fell in a pile at her feet. As she stepped out of them, Malinowski moved even closer to him, her hardened nipples brushing against the warmth of his chest.

"I told you, I have a very select client list," she replied as she led him to the sofa bed."I don't like to be rushed when I do business. I pride myself on my clients leaving completely satisfied."

McCoy closed his eyes as memories of their lovemaking flowed through his mind. Neither of them had showered yet, the plan being to eat and then make use of the larger bathroom in the loft. The smell of her perfume laced with sex, made his spent body hunger for her.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Malinowski began to unbutton his shirt. McCoy reached for her, kissing her with sudden lustful abandonment. As he heard her moan, he laid her down on the bed. His hands rached under the short, then slipped inside her panties and finally settled on her slit which already rich with her own juices.

"Humm. I just realized how well your name suits you," he said, keeping a straight face as he saw Malinowski bite her tongue in an effort to keep from breaking the mood, by laughing out loud.

"As well as your name suits you, John," she deadpanned while she held his gaze and slipped off his shirt. "I must admit, you're the first client to have this effect on me. Usually I use artificial techniques to shall we say… ensure…that I'm ready for work. After all, a professional sex provider knows it all about the client's desires."

"That may be true of your other clients," he whispered as he pushed the oversized shirt out of the way, to give him free access to her outer lips and what lay beneath them.

McCoy ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, his fingers parting her lips to unveil her glistening cunt.

"Yes," he said suggestively as a feather light finger traced a path from her mound passed her clitoris and over her vaginal opening. "Brooke, is the perfect name for a woman like you."

Before she could match his verbal foreplay, she cried out with pleasure as his mouth replaced his finger. His lips and tongue ravished her softness, soreness turned to an ache she longed to fill with him.

"A woman like me, John," she breathed as struggled to keep the motion of her lower body at a moderate pace.

McCoy gave her a lecherous grin, as he gazed briefly upward.

"A woman that responds so eagerly, obviously pleases her partner best, when she herself has been pleased," he answered before returning the task at hand.

"Oh God…maybe I should be paying you," Malinowski moaned as her hips lifted off the mattress. "I heard you had a sharp tongue, but..."

Unable to complete her sentence, Malinowski felt her back arch as she closed her eyes. For the next several minutes her world seemed to solely consist of the sensations induced by McCoy's skillful mouth and hands as they brought her the brink of physical ecstasy only to teasingly deny her.

Aroused beyond sensibility, she wrapped her legs around his neck, bringing his head downward. As he gave into her unspoken request, waves of pleasure enveloped her.

"Oh God, let me fuck you," she begged, her hands clawing at the top sheet imaging it was him her fingers dug into.

McCoy shook his head, unwilling to be distracted from his goal. Her cries of pleasure pleasing and arousing him at the same time. As much as he wanted to pounce on her more than willing body and find the release his still confined penis was insisting on, he was determined to make the session of love making solely about pleasing his partner. A partner whose body he was sure needed the intense, yet yielding touch only his soft, warm mouth could provide.

He waited until her spasms were no more, until the sound of his name went from pleading moans of bliss, to a soft whisper of adoration before lifting his head and pushing himself upward to hold her.

She opened her eyes as she felt his arms around her. Smiling up at him, she ran a finger over his shiny lips, before gently kissing the residue of her passion away.

"I thought you were hungry," she said, her eyes falling on the forgotten plate a few feet away.

"I was," he said kissing her once more before reaching towards the coffee table. "Now that I've feasted on you, I'm ready to satisfy my other appetites."

Malinowski propped herself up after moving under the covers. When her lover returned, she took several bites of the omelet he offered…alternating fork filled bites between his mouth and hers.

"Thirsty?"

Nodding, Malinowski held his face as she kissed him full on the lips. McCoy grinned at her as he traded the nearly empty plate for a glass.

"You spoil me," she said after sipping the drink that he offered."Not only breakfast in bed, but bliss as well. You know Jack, it does seem a bit one sided."

"You always did have a habit of painting me as the selfless martyr," he replied with a smirk. "It's not even nine yet. Well have all day; there are some things that shouldn't be rushed. Besides, we gave each other a pretty intense workout last night. Give me ten minutes in the shower to loosen those stiff muscles you're responsible for and I'll be ready to give you a proper welcome home."

Malinowski set the empty glass beside the sofa and ran a finger over his shoulder and down towards his left nipple.

"Maybe you should let me give you a sponge bath?"

"Only if you let me give you a massage first," he countered as he felt her fingers reach for his zipper.

Before she could reply the sound of the intercom buzzer caused the couple to jump.

"Who even knows we're here," Malinowski asked as she watched McCoy make his way toward the box beside the door.

"Maybe one of your other 'John's' tracked you down," he quipped as he pressed a button. "Yes?"

"Dad? Can you buzz me in?"

The sound of Rebecca McCoy's voice was enough send both lovers crashing back down to reality. McCoy automatically zipped his jeans, as his eyes darted around the room looking for his discarded shirt. Malinowski leaped out of the hide a bed as if she'd been shot out of a cannon and immediately began folding it back into place.

"You said Sham dropped her at the train station last night," she hissed.

Shrugging his shoulders, McCoy turned his attention back to the intercom.

"Sure honey, come on up," he said as he hit the sensor to open the lobby door.

By the time McCoy had his shirt on and the breakfast dishes were soaking in the sink, Malinowski was on her way to seek refuge in the bathroom. The EADA for Suffolk county feeling like a college co-ed who was on the verge of getting caught in her boyfriend's dorm room well after curfew.

"Brooke, we're well past the age of consent," McCoy said as he moved the coffee table back into place, tossing Malinowski the pair of panties that peeked out from under the sofa."You don't have to hide..."

"Do I need to remind you that your daughter is less than thrilled with me right now," she snapped as she made one last scan of the room. "Not only does she think I'm some two timing tart after seeing me with Mike yesterday, but I hit her, remember? Now take her to breakfast so I can get out of here."

"This is ridiculous. First of all, I just had breakfast. Secon-," he began as the doorbell rang.

"Damn it Jack, just take her for coffee then! I don't care how you do it, just get rid of her, "she hissed before closing the door behind her.