He brought his large powerful green jaguar around the bend of her street. It's headlights shone along the quiet stretch of road. As the yellowing street lights illuminated the pathways, as dusk had slowly began to set in, as it neared 5:55pm. He turned the car into the car park at the front entrance to the larger apartment block of her complex. He slowly parked the jaguar in a bay as the headlights dimmed off and the engine stopped as he took the keys from the ignition.

He took a nervous breath out. As he said to himself. "Well then, this is it." As he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He thought it would be easier than this. He looked into his eyes in the reflection in his rear-view mirror. They answered his question. He was nervous. He said to his reflection. "It's been a long time Emma. You look beautiful as always. Shall we go?" He sighed. As he then said to himself. "I hope she doesn't mind seeing this old man before her?" His mouth became dry as he swallowed hard. Then he glanced at the Bordeaux Rouge wine sitting in the seat beside him. He picked it up, and then smiled to himself as he said. "The past is the past. I want you in my future Emma."

He smiled to himself as he opened the car door. As he stood up, and shut the door behind him, clutching the wine bottle tightly in his free hand. He walked through the car park towards the entrance of the apartment complex. As he entered the complex, he was greeted by the young fair haired doorman sitting behind the large sheltered desk.
He smiled saying. "I'm here to see Ms. Emma Knight, apartment 65a."
"Certainly Sir. The lifts to her floor are to the right at the end of the corridor." He responded courteously.

As he walked down the corridor towards the lifts. He pressed the calling button, and stood waiting patiently for the lift to arrive. As it arrived, the doors opened and in he walked into the metal modern elevator, as the doors shut behind him. He noticed his palms were sweaty, as he pressed the button for the sixth floor. His mouth became dry once again. "You can do this," he said to himself, and he took a deep breath out. As the sixth floor light shone on the display, the doors sprung open.

He walked out into the modern art decorated hallway, as each step made him even more nervous than the last. He clasped the wine bottle tightly to his chest, in case he may drop it. As he walked further along the corridor, he passed many doors, none of which were hers. As he continued down the hallway it vaguely reminded him of the numerous times he spent visiting her old flat in Primrose Hill. It was far more modern than her old complex. But the thoughts reassured him somewhat, as he neared the end of the hallway. There he saw the door way of her apartment 65a. There was her name plate, "Ms. Emma Knight", embossed in gold lettering, with a buzzer just below it. As he stood at her door. He let out a low sounding breath, as he reached for the button and pressed it.

"Buzzzzzzzzz".

A few seconds later, the door swung open to reveal her standing there. Her smile warmed him. As he stood there gazing into her eyes. For a brief moment he forgot to speak. As the sight of her caught his breath. She wore a low cut long light pinkish rose gown. The thin straps rested gently on her shoulders. As her auburn hair, shorter than years before, came just above her shoulders.

"Erm…Ms…"

She to stood there breathless, unable to utter a word, as her eyes caught his. Until she began to flush slightly then managed to somehow say.

"Steed!…Punctual as ever…Do come in." She spoke somewhat shakily, but tried to conceal it. As she opened the door further to let him enter her apartment.

"My pleasure my dear." Somehow he had responded without thinking.

He walked through the doorway into a large white walled room. It was double the size of her Primrose Hill apartment. Her modern art paintings hung on the colourless walls. Various art figurines, statutes and busts were displayed on cabinets and tables around the room. A large red piano stood in the far corner. One which Steed instantly recognised. He followed her retreating figure, as she walked down the three steps into the large living and dining room area. Watching every movement her body made.

"I brought something with me that you may remember?" Steed said, slightly uneasy, as if she would have forgotten the wine.

She turned and walked towards him only a few strides from his reach. As she peered down at the wine he carried in his arms.

"I noticed Steed. The Premieres Cotes de Bordeaux Rouge 1967? I also have something you may remember."

She traced her right hand fingers through her hair and over her ear, to reveal the three spotted diamond crusted silver surround earring she wore. Her lips formed into a breath-taking smile as she said to him.

"I could never forgot Premieres Cotes de Bordeaux Steed. Never."

He gazed at her earring, then into her eyes and he was lost forever. He broke the distance between them in two strides. He put his free hand around her waist, as his lips touched hers and he closed his eyes. She brought up her hands to rest on the lapels of his green dinner jacket. Her eyelids shut, as she deepened the kiss and savoured his taste. There they both stood as their lips and tongues caressed each other like they had done years before. It was Steed who broke the kiss first.

He was lost for words, his heart raced, his mouth was no longer dry from fear, but moist from her caresses. He stared into her darkened pupils, and saw the reflection of his own feelings there. Of the memories that flooded back at their kiss. Of the love they once had shared. He no longer feared their reunion. He let out a shallow breath as he said.

"I thought you may have forgotten?"

She stared into his eyes, her hands still rested on his lapels as she caressed the woven threads. Her voice was tender and soothing, but her eyes were moist, as she said.

"How could I ever forgot. The moon is cold and alone when it rises at night, but when the stars surround him, it makes him warm and sparkle."

"And the moon is nothing without the stars that surround him." His eyes shone as he finished the last line.

He brought his fingers up into her hair, as he traced her cheek and brought her chin up to meet his lowering lips as they met hers once more.
They stood there for a few more moments unable to break from the warmth of each other's lips and taste.