DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN…YOU GUYS KNOW THE REST

WARNING: THIS CHAP IS RATED M FOR SMUT. JUST TWO ADULTS IN A NORMAL, HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP FOLKS. IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE TO THE SMUT, DON'T READ. THANKS, BEG75

Scent of lavender, taste of chocolate

"Baby I've been drifting away
Dreaming all day
Of holding you
Touching you
The only thing I want to do
Is be with you
As close to you
As I can be
Let's make love
All night long
Until all our strength is gone
Hold on tight
Just let go
I want to feel you in my soul
Until the sun comes up
Let's make love
Oh, baby
Do you know what you do to me?
Everything inside of me
Is wanting you
And needing you
I'm so in love with you
Look in my eyes
Let's get lost tonight
In each other."
-Let's Make Love, Tim McGraw and Faith Hill

Flack hadn't slept save for the quick nap that he had managed to sneak on the flight from Atlanta to Cincinnati. After Samantha had hung up when it was time to put a grumpy, whiny Kieran bed, he'd simply sat in that chair at the table by the window and put his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands and willed his brain to absorb what had just gone down. To sort out the conflicting emotions and myriad of thoughts that were threatening to consume him.

First and foremost on his mind was the unbelievable miracle that he had just been delivered. Any child conceived was something of a wonder to behold. That two people could come together and create a life together remained one of the greatest phenomenons of all time as far as he was concerned. But to be told that you had achieved the miracle of life not once or twice but three times was something so surreal Flack just couldn't seem to wrap his head around. It wasn't just the whole medical and scientific explanation on how triplets were conceived. It was the thought that somewhere along the line, he had done something good enough to be granted such and an amazing blessing.

The second thing on his mind was how in the hell they were ever going to physically take care of four babies under the age of two. Kieran by himself was a force to be reckoned with, never mind having three newborn siblings to share the spotlight with. He was only one now and would only be eighteen months when he became a big brother, and that wasn't a long time to be the only child. Yet he was still used to being the only one to received mommy and daddy' unwavering love and attention. How was he going to cope with not being the only kid in the house? Was he going to rebel and start having problems sleeping at night? Refuse to potty train out of sheer spite? Revert back to wanting to use a bottle or a soother because there was three babies in the house doing things like that? Would he throw temper tantrums because he had to share mommy and daddy's affections? Or would he just surprise his worried father and be the best big brother in the entire world?

The third thing that had plagued him as he sat there -and all night and into the next day for that matter- was finances. How they were ever going to afford having that many babies. Babies weren't cheap. Hell, no kid no matter what the age was cheap. But all the diapers and the formula if that was the route they took -he honestly could not see his wife wanting to breastfeed three babies. One was time consuming enough- and all the clothing and the toys and cribs for everyone to sleep in. Three of everything. Sure, Kieran would be out of his and into a toddler bed by the time Sam gave birth, but that still meant three more cribs to buy. And because they needed three of everything, they'd need a much bigger place to live that could fit three of everything.

So two thoughts had hit him at that point. One was logical and one was just his stressed out brain overreacting.

I am definitely going to that bank on Monday and applying for a mortgage. Shit, I'll beg and plead for a mortgage if I have to.

I am going to need to get a second job. There's no way I can take care of a family that size on my salary. I'm going to have to take on another career. A rent-a-cop down at Macy's or out there at the Statue of Liberty.

At that point when the insane thought of another job hit, he'd been close to tears and seriously considering getting into the wet bar and getting so polluted he didn't remember his name anymore. To just crack open every single serving of alcohol in the place and sit his ass on the floor and drink all the thoughts and fears away. Until he passed out at the foot of his bed in a blissful sleep and than woke up in the morning with the most wicked hang over of his life. And he wanted to. Badly. He longed for a drink. He ached for it in fact. And just as he found himself standing in front of the bar with his fingers resting on the handle and imagining the taste of rye on his lips, a loud beeping noise emanating from his lap top had captured his attention and saved himself from what would have been a monumental mistake.

The noise had been from Sam instant messaging him. To save money on long distance. Which he had thought was pretty intelligent on her part considering in six months they'd have a houseful of kids and no money left over to pay any of the bills. And he'd sat at that table, with all the lights off in his room and the window opened slightly as he listened to the driving rain outside, and spent over four hours 'talking' to his wife. She was nervous and scared and overwhelmed and rightfully so. It was nothing she ever expected to happen to them. Not in a million years. And the thought of physically carrying three babies when she had barely managed to carry one to term properly, was terrifying. He listened to her fears and tried his best to comfort her and let her know everything was going to be okay. They'd cope as family and that was that. And he'd told her that he was scared too. That this was going to be a huge undertaking for them. Life altering for not just them, but Kieran as well.

It had been past one in the morning, Ohio time, when they'd finally said their I love you's and signed off for the night. Flack had satfor another hour and contemplated calling Danny and telling him the news. He decided against it, and instead had taken a long, steaming shower and than brushed his teeth and got ready for bed and collapsed, in sheer emotionally exhausted, in the middle of one of the beds.

Only sleep had alluded him.

He was still awake when the sun was poking up over the horizon. Unable to sleep from the constant surge of thoughts and the fact that he was alone in bed. For almost two years now he'd had someone beside him every night. And whether or not their bodies were physically touching, it was the comfort of simply having her there and knowing she was there that given him some of the most peaceful nights he'd ever had. Hearing her soft breathing or feeling her hair brush up against him or the movement of the bed and the rustle of the sheets whenever she moved. All the little things that let him know that he wasn't alone. He'd been alone for so long that at first, having someone in the same bed had been difficult getting used to. But as time went on, he had found himself rolling over in the dark and reaching for her when he stirred. He found himself getting used to the incessant talking and occasional snoring and the relentless tossing and turning. And when he was away from all of that, even the most annoying stuff, he was wishing it back again.

He'd barely had enough energy to get showered and dressed never mind make it through breakfast and lunch and all of the long winded and boring presentations that special speakers gave came in between a meal and after them. Topics ranging from how to be a team leader to how to be a team player to emergency management to how to deal with the different branches of the government you would no doubt work alongside of through your career. As soon as a speaker mention Homeland Security, a collective moan had gone up through the room along with more than a few profanities and name calling. DHS was the bane of law enforcement. And although Flack hadn't worked with them more than once in his career, he knew he'd come across them sooner or later and dreaded the mere thought of working alongside of those pompous, ignorant assholes.

He'd turned down offers for a few drinks with a few of the other detectives he'd met through chit chat in the halls and the elevator. One from Pittsburgh and another from St Louis and two from Detroit. He wasn't about to tell them that alcohol was his demon. So he begged off and made an excuse that he was exhausted -not really an excuse, he planned to hit the sack as soon as he called home and checked on everyone- and made plans to meet them for breakfast in the morning in the hotel restaurant. And he had most definitely turned down the offer of a 'drink in my room' from a rather stunning red head with legs that nearly went to her ears and possibly the most incredible green eyes he'd ever seen. Renee was from SoCal and apparently didn't have issues with fooling around with married men. Because when his first three polite turn downs didn't work and he got snappy and made a comment about her being blind and not seeing the ring on his finger, she'd shrugged her shoulders and reached out to affectionately rub his arm.

"It doesn't bother me," she had said, and proceeded to mention that she was stocked as far as protection went, so even if she did have something, he wasn't going to be taking it, and their dirty little secret back to his wife.

Nice.

Flack had than proceeded to tell her to walk her skanky ass down the hall to her room, go inside, and never bother him again. To which she had called him a prick and told him that he was too New York and way too faithful to a wife that was probably out banging one of his friends while he was away.

Again, nice.

The desire for a drink that had hit him the night before had returned with a vengeance and he was tempted to turn back around and head down the hall and meet up with the guys to pound back a few and share on the job stories. He was starving anyway. It was quarter to six and he could always grab something to eat while getting hammered. His mind made up, he decided to go to his room first, change out of the suit and tie and clean himself up and than head down.

He had his head down and his hands shoved in his pockets as he rounded the corner to his room, thinking about a million and one different things. About his wife and Kieran and about the craziness of conceiving triplets when there was no incidences of multiple births on either the Flack side of things or the Ross one. About the reactions of their friends and families when they broke the news to them that there wasn't just a single baby or even double, but count 'em one, two and three. It was just sheer insanity.

And just how in the hell was a woman that was barely five feet tall and a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, ever going to carry triplets? To Flack that seemed an impossible feat. That someone with that small of a body could do something like that.

Someone with that small of a body that was currently parked on her ass alongside of his hotel room door. In a pair of jeans and a simple black turtleneck and her favourite pink Timberland boots and her hair loose and tumbling down her back and over her shoulders. Leaning against the wall, feet planted on the floor and her knees bent. Her eyes closed and her head back and her fingers drumming out a beat on her knees as she listened to the I-pod securely tucked into her ears. A soft pink wheelie suitcase sat beside her and had her pink, black and white Columbia winter coat tossed over it.

At first Flack thought he had gone mental. From the barrage of thoughts swimming through his head and the lack of sleep. Because there was no possible way that she was actually there. Waiting outside of his room. In Cincinnati. He was delirious. It was the only explanation for why he was imaging his wife was there. Until the door to the room next to his, to Sam's left, opened up and she turned her head to the side and smiled at the grey haired gentleman and his pretty blond wife that stepped out into the hall and the couple exchanged pleasantries with her. It was when he heard his wife's voice, and when he realized that other people could see her as well, that he knew she was actually there.

She'd closed her eyes again and settled her head back against the wall. Flack crouched down to her level and reached out to pluck one of the ear phones from the I-Pod out of her ear. At that she opened her eyes and turned her head to the side and smiled at him.

"Hi," she said simply.

"Hi," he said in return and kissed her softly. "What are you doing here?"

"Visiting," she told him. "I was lonely and I figured you were lonely and I asked your mom to keep Kieran for a couple of days and well…here I am."

"You came all the way here for one night?" he asked.

"Two, actually. I cleared it with both Mac and Gerrard and we don't have to be back in the city until Monday night. I called the airline and they said if you call them, they'd gladly book you on a different flight on a different day and that there shouldn't be any problem getting on my flight so we could go back together."

"You're seriously mental," he told her, and kissed the tip of her nose. "How'd you ever manage to talk Gerrard into something like that?"

"Oh I have my ways," she said with a giggle. "I used my feminine wiles on him."

Flack arched an eyebrow.

"Oh don't be so gross. I wouldn't do something like that for even you. That is one casting couch I never plan on visiting. All you need to know is that I managed to talk him into it and I bought myself a return ticket here and that's that. Mind you, I did nearly get lost in the airport in Atlanta. That place is just crazy! I was okay and finding my way just fine until I had to stop for a bathing break. Once that happened forget about it. I walked out of the bathroom and couldn't remember what direction I was suppose to go in. But you know me, Donnie. Tell me to close my eyes and spin me around on a sidewalk in midtown and when I stop and open my eyes, I will have no idea where the hell I am going."

He grinned.

"Anyway," she said and took a breath. "Surprise. How's this for room service?"

"I gotta say, it beats anything on the menu. But," he kissed her softly and than stood up and offered her his hand. "I still think you're mental."

"What?" she asked, feigning hurt as she curled her fingers around his hand and let him help her to her feet. She dusted off the back of her jeans. "You're not happy to see me? I thought you'd be happy. If that's the case than I can just turn right back around and…"

He laid his hand on the side of her face and silenced her with a long, deep and intense kiss. "I'm happy to see you," he said, his lips against her forehead. "I missed you."

She smiled and laid her hand over his. "I missed you, too. And look! I'm completely lucid! I managed to get on a plane and get here in one piece without the use of narcotics of any kind! Well, that's a lie. I did take a couple lorezepam mid flight when we hit some turbulence, but none the less, here I am. Alive and well."

"Are you tired or are you high on caffeine or something?" he asked, smirking in amusement. "Because you're rambling like hell right now."

"I confess. I had a mochacino in the Starbucks in Atlanta. Just one. But I've been off caffeine for so long now that it's like getting high. Only it's legal. Anyway, how are you? Are you okay? You look tired."

"I am. Very tired."

"Well your sleeping buddy is here now so you should be okay here on out," she said with a giggle. "Are we going to stand here all evening and all night or are we going to go inside? Or is your mistress in there and you're stalling so she can get her clothes on and her shit packed and her ass out of there and scaling down six stories to safety?"

"You are one crazy Brooklyn girl, you know that?" Flack asked, and digging his key card from his jacket pocket, slipped it into the slot on the door. "You know," he said, as there was a dull click and he pushed the door open and reached for her suitcase. "This is probably the first time you can travel with three of my kids and only need one seat."

She chuckled. "Oh you are so very clever," she said, as they stepped inside the spacious room and he switched on the lights. "Very nice," she commented, nodding as she looked around the room. "Must be a culture shock for you. Staying in a place that's so clean."

"A little," he admitted with a chuckle. "But to be honest, I kinda miss all the clutter. The organized chaos. I still can't believe you came all the way here for two nights."

"I missed you," she said, toeing off her boots. "I'm not allowed to miss you? I can't surprise you once in a while?"

"Sure. But surprising me with like dinner and a clean house and stuff like that is one thing. Surprising me by taking a plane flight, on your own, and coming here for only two nights? That's another."

"I just wanted to be here," Sam told him. "I was going crazy at home without you. I can't help it. Especially after the news we just got. I have all this excitement and anxiety inside of me and the only person I could, and wanted to, share it with was thousands of miles away. This was the logical place for me to be."

"Being with Kieran is the most logical place for you to be," he said.

"Kieran's fine. He's in Queens with your parents. He's happier than a pig in shit when he's with nana and papa. Don't worry about him. He's probably have a gay old time driving them nuts while we're here, alone, in a pretty nice hotel room, and all we're doing is standing here debating about how insane I am."

"We don't have to debate it," he teased her, placing his hands on her slender hips and yanking her into him. "We both know how insane you are."

"But you love me," she said, reaching up to loosen his tie. "Regardless of how crazy I am and how nuts I drive you and how much I push your buttons, you love me. Because if you didn't, we wouldn't be here right now having this discussion. You'd be here, miserable and alone and I'd be in New York, miserable and alone and we'd both be suffering."

"There's always phone sex," he teased.

"We've done that, remember? A few times, actually. And nothing can beat the real thing now, can it?"

Flack shook his head.

She finished loosening his tie and than undid it completely. "Is there a problem?" she asked, peering up at him as she pulled his shirt from the waist of his pants and her fingers set to work on the buttons of his shirt.

"No…why?"

"You're awful slow on the uptake here. I'm tossing you all kinds of hints and I'm undoing your tie and your shirt. Is that not obvious enough? Do you need an engraved invitation or something?"

"Maybe I'm waiting until you ask me nicely," he said, sliding his hands from her hips to her ass.

"Well you'll be waiting a very, very, very long time, than," she declared, and finishing with his shirt, slid her hands down to his belt. Unbuckling it swiftly and effortlessly. "I don't ask," she informed him, and popped the button open on his pants. "I demand. And it's up to you to be able to keep up."

"I think I can manage that," he said, and tightening his grip on her ass, pulled her tight against him and kissed her. Hungrily and demandingly.

His tongue meeting little resistance as it pushed through her lips and gained easy access to warm mouth. Hearing her sigh in her throat as their tongues met. Her fingers reached for his zipper, sliding it down quickly and than reaching inside to stroke his impressive length through the fabric of his boxer shorts. He groaned at the feel of her hands on him and moved his lips to her ear and slipped his hands up the back of her turtleneck, his fingers finding the clasp on her bra and undoing it. His removed one hand from her back and brought it up to her face and pulled the fabric of her sweater away from the side of her slender neck. Hearing her slight moan and feeling her tremble against him as his mouth and tongue and teeth played along her soft, pale skin.

"You're so beautiful," he told her, moving from one side of her neck to the other. "Every inch of you is so beautiful and tastes so good. And I missed you."

She smiled and shivered as his fingertips drifted down her spine and travelled along her side and around to her stomach and lower. Expertly finding, and undoing, both the button and the zipper on her jeans. She slipped her hand from inside of his pants and clung to his shoulder as the fingers of her other hand tunnelled into his hair and moaned lightly at the feel of his teeth grazing against the spot under her ear.

"You know," he said, trailing his tongue from the lobe of her ear to the hallow of her throat. "Kieran's not around. And I kind of miss your porn star noises."

"But what would your neighbours think?" Sam asked. "I mean, they might think I'm some mistress of yours hooking up with you on a business trip and than they hear all those noises.."

"And than they get all jealous and say 'that guy obviously knows what he's doing'," he said. Samantha laughed, then let out a small yelp as he sucked a little too roughly on her neck.

"That's going to leave a mark!" she squealed, and shoved him away.

"I'm sorry. I forgot how sensitive you are. Let me see," he reached out and pushed her turtleneck down once more. "Yep…you've got a nice souvenir of your visit to Cincinnati. You'll be wearing turtlenecks for at least a week, maybe more."

"You're mean!" she cried and pushed his hands away. "Here I am thinking we can have a nice romantic, slow and wonderful and tender lovemaking session and you go and do something so high school. You just wait to see the mess I am going to make of your shoulders and back"

"Be quiet and get back here and you can start on that right away," he suggested with a chuckle, shedding his shirt and tossing it aside before grabbing a hold of her by the arm and pulling her to him before roughly divested her of her turtleneck and her bra. Kissing her aggressively, and possessively as he cupped her full breasts in his hands and softly brushed his thumbs over her nipples, feeling them harden under his touch.

She relaxed completely into that kiss as she ran her hands across his broad shoulders and down his strong, muscular arms. Stopping at his wrists before lightly scraping her fingernails all the way back up his arms and back along his shoulders and down his chest and stomach. Feeling him shudder against her when her hands drifted up the front of his wife beater and her nails traced across his nipples and than down until they reached the top of his pants.

He broke the kiss, finding it a necessity to breathe, and held her breasts in his hands and played with the nipples, rolling them between his fingers, pinching them lightly. All the things she liked that drove her absolutely insane. Watching the desire and need as it darkened her eyes and softened her face.

She smiled at him, yanked him closer to her by the top of his pants. "Make love to me," she said.

His lips devoured hers once more. "Are you asking?" he teased her, nibbling and sucking at her neck.

"I'm telling," she replied, and took a few steps backwards until the back of her legs hit the end of the bed. She sat down and scooted backwards.

"Maybe I don't take orders from a pip squeak like you," he said with a grin, standing at the foot of the bed. Peeling off his wife beater, he dropped it into the small pile of clothes behind him.

"Oh really?" she asked. She yanked her socks off and stretched her leg out and ran her bare foot along the inside of his thigh and over his already rock hard erection, pressing against it with her toes. "I said make love to me. Now."

"What is that? Some kind of order?" he smirked.

"No…it's a goddamn demand. I said make love to me and I mean NOW!"

"I love it when you try to go all aggressive on me. What do you call it when I do it to you? Going 'cop'?"

"You want to play good cop, bad cop, Don? Because I don't mind you being the submissive one on the bottom for a change."

"Sorry. I'm not giving up my power for no one," he said, and bent down and grabbed a hold of the waist of her both jeans and black lace boy shorts and yanked them over her hips and down her legs. "I'm the boss, Sammie. You know that."

"You wish," she laughed. "I just let you think you are."

"We'll see about that," he said. "Move back a little farther, babe? So I don't have to kneel on the floor."

She pushed herself further back on the bed, until she could lean back against the row of fluffy, comfortable pillows behind her. "Shouldn't you take your pants and your boxers off?" she asked, as her husband climbed on the bed and sat on his heels at her feet.

"Not yet. I figure, you were a good little wife for coming all this way just to see me, I might as well show some appreciation right?"

She nodded excitedly in agreement and bit her bottom lip in anticipation, allowing him to push her legs apart before taking one of her feet in his hands and pressing a kiss to the inside of her ankle. She gave a little whimper, her back arched.

"Whoa…are you that anxious?" he asked with a slight chuckle.

"Just hurry up," she responded.

"If I hurry up than it's over really quick and.."

"I don't care!" she cried. "Just hurry up! Please!"

He grinned and trailed his lips and tongue from her ankle, over the silkiness of the inside of her calf and up the inside of her slender thigh. Watching her the entire time. His eyes never leaving hers as he made his way ever so slowly to what she so desperately wanted. Finding the grimaces and whimpers and moans meant to spur him on a complete and utter turn on. Finding slight amusement in the disappointment that came over her face when he skipped by the most aching part of her body and instead trailed his tongue along her abdomen.

Her hands descended on the top of his head. Her fingers burying in his hair as she pushed him further down. She needed it. She wanted it. And teasing her any longer was nothing short of torture.

He slid a hand up the inside of her thigh, using light force to encourage her to open her legs further. She bent them at the knee and did as he wanted, her body tensing at the feel of his fingertips brushing against her damp pubic hair. Her eyes closing and a loud, long moan escaping from her lips as he eased two fingers inside of her, pressing against her inner walls as he slid them in as deep as he possibly could. He began a slow, firm and consistent rhythm that mimicked love making, than lowered his head and touched the tip of his tongue to her slick, aching clitoris. She cried out at the sensation, gripped his hair with one hand and the comforter below her with the other. Long ago it had become unnecessary to tell him the way she liked things. She no longer had to encourage him or ask him to go slow or fast or which techniques and movements she liked best. He knew when she needed slow, soft licks and when she needed fast, frantic ones accompanied by hard and deep thrusting of his fingers. It had become familiar, but in no way regular or tiring.

"Donnie…" she moaned his name loud and long. Her back arched off the bed and her hips lifted to meet his mouth. It was a sign that she was close. Very close.

He removed his fingers briefly. Adding a third one before using the tip of his tongue to trace fast circles on her clit. He curved his fingers slightly so the tips hit, and than firmly stroked, her G-spot. Until him, she had thought it was nothing but a myth, until, with the help of some mint chocolate chip ice cream, he'd proved differently.

Her one hand held tightly onto his head as her hips moved in time to his ministrations. The other gathered up the comforter into a tight fist. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. Her toes curled and dug into the bed. And when he drew her clit into his mouth and sucked aggressively on it and roughly pressed on her G-spot, she became completely undone. She screamed his name over and over again and threw her head back and pushed her hips into his face as a powerful, earth shattering orgasm hit her.

She was near sobbing from the phenomenal sensations surging through her body. Reaching down, she put a hand on his forehead in a vain attempt to push him away. Flack shoved her hand out of the way, put his own hand on lower stomach to hold her firmly in place on the bed, and continued fingering her and licking and sucking her clitoris.

"No!" she cried, yanking at his hair. "Don't! Donnie! Don't! You have to stop! Please! No more! You have to stop!"

He ignored her, pushed her hands away from him and kept going.

"Please!" she screamed, pleading with him. "STOP! I can't…you can't…you just have to stop! It hurts! You need to stop! It hurts too much!"

He heard the begging tone to her voice, the tears she was fighting. Alarmed, he raised his head to look at her. "What's wrong?" he asked. "I hurt you?"

"No…you didn't hurt me…but that was hurting, baby…you know I don't like it when you keep going like that after I come…it's sensitive and sore and I can't enjoy anything when I'm feeling like that."

He nodded in understanding and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before leaning over her, propped on his arm, and kissing her deeply. "You taste that, Samantha?" he asked. "That's you. Do you realize how good you taste?"

"That so just turned me on hearing you say that," she giggled. "Now hurry up and fuck me," she said.

"I thought you just said that…"

"Quit fighting with me and just do it!" she snapped, and bit his bottom lip. Hard enough to draw blood.

"Fucking turns me on when you do that," Flack said, and found himself being yanked down on top of her. He managed to get his hand down on the mattress before she was burdened with his whole weight. "Whoa…whoa…Sam, this isn't a good idea…"

"What? When is sex not a good idea?"

"I don't mean that. I mean me being on top. I don't want to be hurting you and doing anything to the baby.." he grinned and quickly corrected himself. "Babies."

"They're fine," she assured him. "They're in a nice, warm, safe place. Nothing is going to happen to them."

"I'm heavy," he reminded her.

"So? Than don't put your full weight on me. You got those big, strong, sexy arms. Use them!"

"Why don't you…?"

"Would you just cut the shit and fuck me already!" she demanded.

He smirked and sealed her lips in a ferocious kiss as, held up by his arms, he manoeuvred himself between her legs and slipped inside of her with one smooth, fluid thrust. Filling her up completely when she wrapped both legs around his waist and locked her ankles at the small of his back. His lips found her neck as he moved slowly and tenderly inside of warm, welcoming body. Listening to her soft moans and whimpers and sighs. Enjoying the feel of her hands drifting up and down his arms and across his shoulders. Her nails scarping along the back of his neck before slipping down his back. He trailed a hot path of kisses along her collar bone and the hallow of her throat and under her chin before capturing her lips with his once again.

Her heels dug into the small of his back and her nails bit into his shoulders. Her silent indication that she needed more, much more. No more taking things slow and easy. Over the span of two years they'd grown accustomed to each other's nuances. Their unspoken wants and needs. He drew her bottom lip between his lip, looked deep into those trusting, loving golden eyes glowing with passion and moved quick and hard inside of her.

She moaned in appreciation. Her eyes closed and her head fell back, exposing her throat to his greedy mouth. Sweat glistened on their bodies. It beaded on his forehead and dripped down his temples as he reached behind him and loosened her hold and set her legs down gently on the mattress. Her eyes opened and she frowned at the sudden halt to their love making. Flack got onto his knees, pulled her by the hips so she was nearly in his lap and draped her legs over his elbows as he slipped inside of her once again.

Her hands clutched the blankets underneath her. Her eyes closed as she let out an illicit, erotic moan as he proceeded to fuck her at a fast, rough pace. Through with taking his time and drawing things out. Seeking a means to an end. Because he honestly couldn't hold it, or himself back anymore.

"Donnie…" her voice had a pleaded quality to it. "I need you to…I need…"

He didn't need to be told. He laid her one foot on his hip and reached down to rub vigorously at her clitoris. She cried out. Her hips lifted off the bed and she gritted her teeth.

"So close.." she ground out. "Baby…I'm so close…"

"So than relax and let it happen," he told her. "Why hold it back?"

"I don't know…I just…" she screamed as the orgasm finally hit. Loud enough to nearly shatter the windows and wake the dead. If there were any guests in the rooms nearby, they were definitely receiving a hell of show with just the noise alone coming from their room.

She collapsed back onto the bed, her arms splayed out beside her. Her weak, trembling legs slipping from around his waist. She was panting and mumbling incoherently and thrashing her head from side to side.

He quickened his pace and deepened his thrusts even more. The clenching of her inner muscles sending him over the edge. Startled and for some reason, totally turned on, when his wife, with his pulsating cock still inside of her, sprung up into a sitting position and clamped her hand over his mouth to hold back the uncontrollable scream that erupted from his mouth. He normally wasn't the type of guy to make much noise during love making. Dirty talk and profanities were more his style. But all the anxiety and the nerves and the sheer excitement from the last twenty four hours had rendered him a complete babbling and screaming idiot.

They sat there, their slick bodies still joined. Chests heaving and hearts hammering. Her hand over his mouth as golden eyes locked with blue ones. All the love and respect and adoration laid bare in their eyes. There was no need for words. They had long ago surpassed that part of their relationship. They stayed like that for several long minutes. Their gazes never wavering until they regained their composure.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, removing her hand.

He nodded, unable to speak. His lungs fighting desperately to draw air.

"You never do that," she commented.

"I just…I don't know…I just couldn't help it…" he panted.

She smiled and brushed sweat off his forehead with her hand.

He circled her waist with his arms and rested his forehead on her shoulder.

She kissed the side of his head and stroked his hair with one hand and his back with the other.

"You're amazing," Flack said, and pressed kisses along her shoulder and neck. "That was…I don't know…awesomeness at it's fucking best."

She giggled. "Awesomeness?" she asked, pulling back to look at him. "You have been hanging around my brother way too much."

He nodded in agreement and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I gotta pee," she announced, patting him on the shoulders before climbing off of him.

"That's so romantic," Flack complained, collapsing face first onto the bed.

"Who needs romance? We're married? We're not suppose to have romance and pillow talk and all that fluffy, sugary sweet shit."

"Whatever you say, babe," his voice was muffled by the pillow.

Sam snagged his dress shirt from the floor and slipped into it as she padded to the bathroom. She stopped to empty her bladder first, than went to the sink to freshen herself up. She couldn't be bothered to search for her own toiletries in her suitcase, so she used her husband's toothbrush to clean her teeth and than splashed cold water on her face and towelled dried herself.

"Donnie," she said, as she flicked off the bathroom light and headed back into the bedroom, buttoning the shirt and rolling up the sleeves as she went. "I was thinking that maybe we could.."

She stopped mid sentence at the sight in front of her.

Her husband, the love of her life, still butt naked from their incredibly mind blowing love making, fast asleep on his stomach. Arms stretched out at his side.

"Now that's romance," she snorted, and flicking off the room lights and making sure the door was locked, climbed onto the bed. She propped herself on her elbow as she lay on her side. She ran her hand down his back and kissed his shoulder.

Flack rolled over onto his side so he was facing her. A smile curved his lips. "I'm not asleep yet," he said.

"Faker," she scolded, and found herself pulled tightly against him.

"I never fake. Sometimes, those noises? I wonder about you."

"Trust me, Donnie. I have no reason to fake. You are that good."

He grinned and closed his eyes. "Show me where my babies are," he said.

She took his hand and laid it on her flat stomach. Below the navel and to the left.

"That's where they are?"

"It's where they were on the ultrasound. All three. Huddled together."

"Watching out for each other already," he said, and sighed happily.

Sam smiled and kissed his lips softly.

"I love you guys," he declared.

And promptly fell asleep.

Content and peaceful.

Candlelight flickered on the walls of the bathroom. The soft scent of lavender hung in the air. Easy listening music played on the stereo in the living room and drifted through the open bathroom door. It was calm and soothing. No other worries in the world. Nothing else existed outside of the hotel room for the time being. The only thing that mattered were the two people, madly and passionately in love, that took up residence in the Infinity style tub that was filled to the brim with water and lavender scented bubbles.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Flack complained, as he sat against the back of the tub with his wife sitting between his legs, her back resting against his chest.

"It's romantic," Sam declared, as she used a long handled spoon to dig into the monstrous chocolate fudge sundae her husband held in one of his hands.

"I don't do romance," he reminded her.

She snorted. "Liar. You just say you don't do romance to preserve your bad ass reputation."

"Actually," he said and kissed her shoulder. "I do it to preserve my ladies man reputation."

She scowled at him over her shoulder.

"Kidding, honey," he pressed his lips to her forehead. "Just kidding."

"I am telling you right now, Donald Flack, when we get home? I am searching the apartment high and low and if I find any kind of little black book or anything, you'll be missing your most beloved appendage on your body. Understand me?"

He chuckled. "Sad thing is I believe you. I can totally seeing you snapping one night and doing a John Bobbitt on me."

"Yeah? Well she used a kitchen knife. I won't be so kind. I'll grab a serrated steak knife or a damn box cutter and the job that way. Don't tempt me either."

"I won't. But I assure you, Sammie, I was just joking. You know how much I love you. That you're the only woman in the world for me. I mean, would I get into a lavender scented bubble bath if I didn't love you?"

She thought about it. "Good point," she said. She scooped out some of the ice cream and turned sideways slightly and held the treat out to him.

"We have got some sick ways of eating ice cream do you realize it?" he asked, as he opened his mouth and she popped the spoon in.

"I wouldn't say they're sick," Sam replied. "More unusual. And for the most part, erotic."

He nodded in agreement.

"I am going to get so fat," she declared and happily ate her sundae as she settled back against him.

"I think you're going to get fat regardless," Flack told her.

"Oh that's nice. You say the most sweetest, loveliest things to me."

"I didn't mean it that way, babe. What I meant was that you're obviously going to put some more weight on this time around. There's three babies to be worried about now. Not just one extra person you have to worry about . Three that you have to worry eating enough to sustain."

"Like I said," she sighed. "I am going to get so fat."

"Pregnant," he corrected. "There's a huge difference. Fat is just being fat. Pregnant is creating the miracle of life. Something we made together. I think it's pretty damn amazing when you think about it. How something can start out so small and end up, nine months later, an eight pound newborn. It's amazing how it goes through all those stages to get there."

"You read that Expectant Father book one too many times when I was pregnant with K," she declared with a chuckle. "Because that is not Don Flack Jr talking."

"What do you want me to say?" he laughed "Yeah. It's fucking awesome that I knocked you up three times at once?"

She giggled as he nuzzled her neck. "Now that is Don Flack Jr talking. None of this poetic, hearts and flowers bullshit. Just the facts and nothing but."

"It's what attracted you to me in the first place," he said.

"Actually, it was the dark hair and blue eyes. And your ass. I looked at your ass that first crime scene and we worked and I said yep, that's my future husband someday. 'Cause baby got back."

"And you call me the perv," he said. He sighed and leaned his head back against the wall behind him and closed his eyes. His free hand drifting from to her thigh and rested softly there. "I was noticing earlier that you got a bit of a baby bump going on there, Mrs Flack," he said.

"Don't remind me. I noticed it this morning. I mean, I knew I'd put on a bit of weight, but I never noticed any sort of bump until now. I show early though.. I was like that with Kieran. The doctor says it's because I'm so small."

"Maybe…what I want to know is where in the hell three babies are going to fit inside of a body that tiny."

"Most likely they'll be very small," she said. "Probably no more than four pounds, if that. And most trippies are born early and have to spend some time in the NICU."

He arched an eyebrow. "Trippies?" he asked.

"Adam coined the phrase. I thought it was cute. But don't expect them to be big, Donnie. And don't expect them to come home right away either. If they're as small as the doctor said they might me, they'll be in the hospital for a bit."

"As long as they're healthy," he declared. "Doesn't matter how long they're in there, as long as they're healthy."

She smiled.

"And let's think about that stuff when it's closer to when they're suppose to be born. Okay? Let's just enjoy the thought of being parents again. And the whole craziness that we somehow managed to conceive three babies at once."

"I've said it once so I will say it again. Demon sperm."

He frowned. "So…" he stroked her stomach softly. "I've been thinking."

"So that's what that smell is," she said. "It's your seldom used brain."

Flack snorted. "Be nice."

"Sorry. I couldn't resist. You left yourself wide open for that. As you were saying…"

"I've been thinking. I know we said we were going to have to find another place. A bigger place. Well, now that there's three babies and not one, we're obviously going to find a much, much bigger place. Right?"

She nodded.

"And we've got all that money still in savings from what was left over from Zack. And my parents already said we could borrow some money off of them if we had to. So, I was thinking, that when we get back to the city, we go down to our bank and apply for a mortgage."

"You want to buy a house?"

"Just something small. A starter home. Enough room for me and you and four kids. The trippies can always share a room until they're older and if there's a basement, we can always build another bedroom so that we have that extra space when they get too old to be sharing rooms anymore. Like say there's one guy in the bunch. He wouldn't have to share a room with two girls. See where I'm coming from?"

Sam nodded.

"Something nice," he said. "In another borough because we both know how insanely expensive it is to live in Manhattan. I don't know. Maybe the Bronx or Brooklyn."

She looked over her shoulder at him. Her expression obviously giving it away she thought he'd gone nuts.

"Okay. So maybe not Brooklyn. I know the thought of going back there kills you. We could always look in Queens. Lots of nice little places around my folks."

Sam laughed.

"What?" Flack asked. "What's so funny?"

"You. The thought of you living anywhere remotely close to your parents. You'd end up killing them."

"I didn't say we'd be neighbours. Just close enough so there's not a lot of travelling for my mom when she looks after K is all."

"Good plan," Sam said and continued eating her ice cream.

"How are we going to tell him anyway?"

"Tell who what?"

"Kieran. How are we going to tell him he's going to be a big brother?"

"He wouldn't even know what we're saying, Donnie. He doesn't know what a baby is. He's only a year old. He might get it more when I'm closer to the end of the pregnancy, but right now? He just wouldn't get it."

"Don't underestimate him," Flack said. "He's damn smart. I mean, we have to tell him something."

"We tell him that mommy has a baby in her tummy and he's going to be a big brother," Sam concluded. "Nice and simple."

Flack nodded in agreement. "This is all so fucking freaky," he declared. "I mean, we're going to be parents again, Sammie. We're having triplets."

"Are you scared?" she asked. "And be honest with me, Donald."

"Uh-oh. Lady means business. She called me Donald."

"Are you scared?" she repeated seriously.

He sighed. "I'm scared," he conceded.

"That's okay," she said. "So am I."

She slipped her free hand under the water and laid it over his as it rested on her leg.

He kissed the top of her head and entwined his fingers with hers. "You know what I think?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"I think it's okay to be scared. As long as we do it together."

She smiled.

Flack moved their joined hands from her thigh to her stomach. He pressed his lips to her shoulder and than to her temple. "Together…all five of us that are in this tub at this moment. It's like that stint Letterman has. How many people can you fit in a New York City phone booth. Only this is how many people can you fit in a king sized bathtub."

"You're mental," she declared. "But I love you."

"I know," he said. "And I love you. All four of you. We're in trouble though. Few more pregnancies and I'll run out of fingers to count on."

She laughed at that. "You're a strange, strange man, Mr Flack."

"Than I'm in good company. Because you're a strange, strange woman, Mrs Flack."

"I like when you call me that," she said.

"Yeah?"

She nodded.

"I like when I call you that too. And you know what, we may be strange, but I like to think that we were made just for each other."

"Aren't you just so glad you were nice to me that day outside of the crime lab?" she asked.

He smiled and kissed her cheek and tightened his grip on her hand.

"You have no idea," he said.

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