Hi again everyone! No long author's note here, so please just ENJOY!

After Patrick had brought Teresa her yummy beverage, they settled onto the couch in the living room.

When they would normally sit together, they would chat about the most random of things. Now, with the deep shadow over them, they could not even bring themselves to talk about the weather. Patrick knew that if they were to proceed, Teresa would need to start the conversation again. But she mentally refused his 'challenge' and instead sat sipping her drink as slowly as she possibly could.

But eventually there was no more drink left and she set her emptied glass on the coffee table. Patrick watched her move, waiting. She finally said, "Is the weather going to stay this warm for a while?"

"Yes, it should be."

"That's nice." Teresa stared at her hands. "Anything in particular you had planned for the rest of the day?"

Patrick grinned. "Well, if you really want to know..."

Waterskiing, skydiving, barbecuing, sword fighting, heck, even pole dancing were all things that she would have thought that they would be doing, before she ever thought of what he actually had planned.

A nap.

That was all he had planned for the afternoon. Well, a nap for her and some tea for him.

Patrick showed Teresa to the master bedroom, which was just off the living room. The large canopy bed looked so inviting that Teresa would have fallen into it if she did not have enough self control.

Patrick showed her a suitcase that he had packed for her, told her to call for him if she needed anything, and then left her alone. She slowly took off her work clothes and put on some PJ's, and then crawled onto the bed. Even though she was expecting Patrick to want to talk about the one subject she had been trying to avoid for so long, she could not help but silently thank him for bringing her out here, as she drifted off to sleep.

Her nose was what awoke Teresa later on, when the smell of grilling hit her nostrils. She slowly opened her eyes, yawned and laid there looking out the window. It was evening now and the sun was starting to set. That meant that it was dinner time. Teresa was a little stunned that she had slept so long, but her body reminded her it was greatly appreciated as she stood up, finally feeling well rested.

She grabbed some clothes and took a shower in the rather large and fancy bathroom off the master bedroom. That also helped her muscles recover and she was reluctant to get out, but the smell of food drew her out. Once she was dressed, she followed her nose and soon found herself on the patio.

Patrick stood, with his back to her, grilling some steaks. The table was already laid with some bread, salad, fruit and ice cream. Teresa was glad to see such a nice spread, but her eyes were drawn away from the food when Patrick suddenly said, "I hope you like your meat well-done."

"Sure, that's fine," She answered. Of course Patrick would know she was there. He would want to keep an eye on her to keep her from trying to leave, as if she could right now when steaks were being served.

Teresa took a seat and sipped the drink beside her plate. Patrick finished the steaks and brought them over, sitting down across from her.

As they dug into their food, Teresa kept her eyes on her plate, not wanting to meet Patrick's gaze, which never left her face.

When the food was gone, so was a distraction from talking. Teresa decided to stare at the sunset, but even that eventually went down completely, and she was left with Patrick's gaze. Teresa decided to fold and try talking.

"So, what do you have planned for the rest of the time?"

"I take it you enjoyed your nap?"

"Yes, it was greatly appreciated. But, what's next?"

"Hmm, I don't know. I hear bungee jumping is fun."

Teresa rolled her eyes. "Yeah right. Not going to happen.

"Aww, why not?"

"It is a stupid and dangerous sport. And not exactly the most romantic thing to do for your wife..." Teresa mentally kicked herself as Patrick's eyebrow went up.

"Romantic? I see you have your mind trained elsewhere than just enjoying the sun, sand and sea. That opens a whole realm of activities, such as..."

"Stop right there. I just meant that, well, with this secluded spot that I thought you would try more, well, easy going activities instead of diving off cliffs or going boating or something."

Patrick grinned. "True, I did have some more...relaxing activities in mind. Maybe some walks, a little swimming, watch a movie, that sort of thing."

Teresa looked down at her hands, disapointment suddenly hitting her. Why, she could not tell, but Patrick noticed it.

"Did you have something else in mind?"

"No!" Teresa said a little too quickly. "I mean, maybe. It was just a passing thought, nothing more."

"Would you mind sharing it?"

Teresa sighed. "It was nothing important."

Patrick continued to watch her, waiting.

Finally, Teresa said, "I just thought that maybe you would have something a little more fun planned than 'waling along the beach.' I'm tired of walking, I want something more...meaningful to do."

"Then what do YOU want to do?" Patrick asked, studying her.

Teresa looked at him, thought for a second, and then grabbed his head and brought it to hers. Patrick was momentarily thrown off, but soon matched her ferocity.

It had been a while since they had any type of physical contact, and their bodies were trying to make up for it. The kiss quickly turned passionate, and Patrick guided Teresa toward the bedroom inside, fumbling against furniture and hitting walls as they went.

Needless to say, they were quite busy the rest of the day.

What did you think? I wonder of all the drinks had something to do with Teresa's beahvior. LOL

I actually had big writer's block with this chapter, for some reason. I would look at my screen and keep drawing blanks as to what to write. Finally, I tried a new approach: I put my hands on the keys, looked away from my screen, and just typed out whatever came to my mind. So, if this chapter seems a bit random-ish, that's why. I just let me mind run wild, figuring that I would delete stuff later, but I ended up liking what I wrote. So, my subconscious mind is what wrote this chapter :) But did my subconscious do well? Please tell me in a Review, thank you! Until next chapter, Li Li.