A/N: A bit of time has been gone since the last post, my apologies. Continuation of the previous scene. This is part one of actually two posts, but since the rather mature nature of the continuation I'm not sure whether it's eligible to post here on Fanfiction... you'll get the reason why as you'll read on. Maybe I'll plunk it down here anyway, with a nice label 'Mature'. We'll see.

Thanks for reading anyway.

oOo

Just then a movement on the door's threshold caught her sight as Levi popped his head up and his tail began to wiggle. She saw Jack standing there, a sleepy smile on his face, the sun's light falling upon his unshaved face, his strong features. A soft light glistened in his eyes as he looked at her. She swallowed a lump in her throat.

"GOOD MORNING," he said.

"GOOD MORNING," she replied. "FINISH HOW LONG LOOK at ME DO YOU?How long have you been looking at me?"

He smiled again, but did not move. "FINISH FOREVER ME HOPE I had hoped forever.."

"There is nothing more breathtaking than to see a beautiful woman sitting in the morning sun. A woman I love." She felt how, despite the crisp autumn temperature, her cheeks warmed. "THANK YOU"

Earlier, he had woken up, only to find he had a blanket drawn over him. He couldn't remember to have taken a blanket.

Sue.

His eyes traveled through the room and he felt how a slight touch of a crisp and cold morning draught touched his cheek. He saw how the garden doors were open. He got up from the couch and tiptoed to the doors, he saw Levi next to Sue. The red-golden sun made her blonde hair seem like gold, made her beautiful face even more breathtaking.

He just stood there, watching her, how she stared at the Bay, lost in thoughts, slowly blinking her eyes in the ever-brightening rays. He felt how peacefulness fell over him like a warm cloth, his stomach made flip-flops from just looking at her sitting there. I've been in love with other women before, but she knocks me off my feet...

He swallowed a lump in his throat. Never ever let this amazing woman get away... He moved a little forward and she caught his movement. "GOOD MORNING," he said.

'Mind if I join you?' he asked. She shook her head and moved over a little to allow him to sit next to her. "SLEEP GOOD YOU?" She nodded again. Then she stared out to the Bay again and back to him.

'Sue...' he said as she faced him again. 'I have been thinking...'

'So have I...'

'About what you said last night.' She stared at her hands, he cupped her chin with his hand and she looked at him. 'I have been doing nothing but thinking.' She smiled. 'I could tell, you were still sitting on the couch when I found you.'

'You put a blanket over me. I can remember I thought I felt someone kissing me on my head, and touching my face. She smiled once again. 'You weren't just thinking.'

He grew serious. 'I think I know why you felt so sad last night.'

'Do you?' she said. Do you really?

"ME THINK ME KNOW," he said. 'Maybe it's a little awkward to ask, but can I tell you just what I thought?' His face reflected his nervousness and shyness. She shook her head. 'No, it's not awkward, go ahead.'

'Okay, but correct me if I'm wrong okay?' She nodded.

'It only hit me when I was alone last night. I was going over our conversation over and over again, trying to find what it was that could have been what caused your downness.'

She bit her lip as she waited for him to continue. She felt anxious, maybe even as nervous as he was, hoping his words would be ones she wanted to see, hoping he would utter the thoughts that had haunted her, voicing the words that would build the bridge between their worlds.

And she felt scared, he might have been quick to catch up on previous occasions, but did he really understand what it meant to her even having the feelings and thoughts she had had? Would he be able to built this bridge? Others had tried before, but grinded to a halt at some time or another.

She had lost her heart to him, and even though she had been hurt before doing that, she had once again placed her confidence and her faith in someone. She was terrified it might turn out it had been a wrong choice, and even though this feeling had softened, it could still be possible. The nagging thought never truly left, no matter how hard she tried.

'I remember you began telling me how you felt last night and on other occasions. How you voiced your thoughts when Koné was shot. How I tried to reassure you. And I will never forget your face when we were safe again in the garage.' He stared at the Bay before he continued.

'For me, living the life I do, means coping with danger, but it's also about trust in each other. In the field we have to be there for each other, no matter what. And it's all about trust. Blind trust, knowing your partner is right behind you, checking for your safety like you would do for him.'

He paused, giving Sue time to grasp what he had said. "ME SORRY ME NOT SIGN," he said. "I might know some Sign Language, for what I want to say it is not enough."

She smiled. "ME APPRECIATE," she said. "TRY HARD YOU ME KNOW" She stroked his arm. 'It's okay. Remember you hired me for reading lips...' He nodded. 'I hired you for a whole lot more, and the fact you can read lips is just one. Never forget that, Sue.' His words touched her heart.

'What I want to say is...is that you putting your faith and trust in me means so much more than words can describe. Being a man I naturally want to be a leader, someone who protects what is dear to him. But then there was you: independent, resourceful and more than capable of handling things yourself.'

He touched her hand. 'Sue, I might never truly know just what you had to go through to achieve what you have achieved and the hardship you have had. The times you tell a little is when my heart feels your pain, but I know or feel I will possibly never know it all or can feel what you feel.' She bit her lip, felt how she became emotional ever so slightly.

'I never saw anything else but an independent woman, capable of doing everything, not scared to do something unknown. Good at her job -well, more than that- Certain to achieve whatever goal she has set and usually making it too.'

He paused. 'Until last night I may have missed the signals.'

'The signals...' she repeated.

The uncertain look returned in his eyes. She nodded for him to continue. 'It didn't hit me until last night. We had a discussion in the Bullpen just before we left. Afterwards you were down and I couldn't stop thinking why. I figured it had to be because of something I said or failed to understand. Only after you went to bed it began to dawn just what you tried to say.'

She felt her stomach knot, of hope, of anxiety. She drew a breath.

'You said you never missed hearing things.'

She nodded.

Encouraged he went on. 'Then I remembered you said to me how last night made you wonder what would have happened if you were able to hear...' He scanned her eyes. 'It's that isn't it?'

She blinked once, twice. Oh my god, he's getting close, will it be possible?

'Sue, I, eh...what you tried to say is that this thought scared you, made you uncertain...right?' Her lower lip began to tremble. 'Yes,' she said, her voice shakily.

'You said 'it is what makes me, me and you, you' and back then I didn't understand but now I do. You're born and raised the way you are, you never doubted who you are, what you can do. You never considered yourself to be different from anyone else and you're right. Is it therefore the doubts hit so hard? That suddenly you felt this thought creeping into your mind? You started to doubt about yourself, thinking you 'lacked' something, something you've never had before? The thought of being 'normal' and thus defying who you truly are?'

His words were the one she had waited for, possibly a lifetime. He had bridged the gap.

She couldn't help it, tears flowed, but not of pain, not of sorrow, but of joy, of understanding and the feeling that washed over her she was understood. She took him in her arms and held him for minutes her eyes closed as they gently swayed to a song of their combined hearts, their bonded souls, something only audible to them.

She kissed his temple, let her fingers travel down his back. A breeze picked up and she shivered. He held her close and they moved back inside. "COLD YOU?" he asked.

She nodded. "Just holding me is enough," she responded. "Feeling your arms around me, the safety, and I can face whatever comes next." He kissed the side of her neck, hitting her soft spot and she gasped for pleasure as she threw her head back, eyes closed. It encouraged him to go on. His tongue sometimes playing with her skin as he trailed downwards towards her breasts. He playfully nibbled on her nipples as he drew her close to him. His move sent shivers through her body as his hands independently moved and untied her gown as his lips never left her body. Her moans sent him crazy with desire for her, her body, her love.

She felt the deep growl of his raw desire as he kissed her with dazzling intensity and hunger. Leaning against the doorpost she let her hand trail down his hip, over his thighs. He groaned as he felt her moving into him, her knee moving upward, giving him the opportunity to move as close to her as he could, his whole body in full contact with the woman who sent him crazy. He felt her curves pressing against him, her heat radiating through her gown.

Moving into the room, she let the gown fall to the floor and gave in to his and her desires. His tongue ran over her nipples and she let out a moan. Her hand pulled off his shirt as they moved towards the living room, their clothes on the ground, with the soft rug lying on the floor offered them the soft support they needed for their love game. She took hold of him as she drew him with her, down to the floor onto the carpet.

Then his mouth trailed on her stomach, his hands supporting the small of her back as he moved downwards over her tummy, downwards, he felt her body spasm and her hands, that had been ravaging his hair as she trailed through it, suddenly took a more firm hold. His tongue did things with her body and senses she never had experienced and she lost it, crying out his name as warm waves rolled through her body as he continued his dazzling journey.

Her hands reached for him and he took them in his and pressed a kiss on them. His tongue dipped into her belly button and he loved to feel the turmoil he created in her stomach, feeling it when he held her.

To be continued.