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Oh, and the angst ends today (just 1 or 2 more chapters which will post today). Oh and this chapter is my first foray into steamy sex- you've been warned :P

After Negril, Morgan dropped her off at her hotel and parked the car. She sat at a table in the bar area and waited for him. As she waited, the waitress came over and asked her if she wanted a drink. Tomorrow they would be the same Penelope and Derek ending a marriage, she ordered a Jameson on the rocks. She danced all of the alcohol out her system and she needed her preferred nightcap, to warm her up. This had become her new nightly routine—Jameson and sleeping on the couch. The waitress brought over her drink super quickly and told her the guys at the bar wanted to buy it. Penelope told her to tell them thank you but to charge it to her room 3117.

As she sipped her drink, a semi attractive man came over and said, "my friends and I made a bet about what you do."

She looks up uninterested, "I'm sorry it been a long day and I would like to just enjoy my drink alone."

"But don't you want to know what we –"

She shook her head and said, "I'm sorry"

He nodded and walked away. As he walked back to his friends, he said no dice.

His other friend walked over a few moments later and said "Excuse me miss, are you here for the medical technology convention. I think I saw you in the earlier session today."

She smiled and said, "No, I'm not a part of the convention."

He started to sit down and she said informed him that she was waiting for someone. The handsome gentleman apologized and returned to the bar. His guy friends laughed at him for being shot down too.

Derek watched as they guys try to pick up Penelope. They had such a great time today, it was like old times and he could almost forget what was waiting for them tomorrow.

She is loking at the Chicago skyline, thinking about the promise she made to Fran. Forever is forever, not 7 years. Soon they will meet with lawyers and dissolve their union, like the ice was dissolving into the Jameson. However, it still didn't feel real to her. She took a sip of her Jameson and wondered if this was truly, what he wanted, this was what Derek wanted, she thought trying to convince herself. Maybe, on some level, he was just tired of her. He always asked how did they get here and on the eve of dissolving their marriage she was wondering the same thing. As a tear sailed down her cheek, she saw his reflection in the window. She wiped the tear quickly and looked up.

"Sam, Can I buy you a drink?" He asked.

She nodded her head, as she took a sip from her Jameson and gestured towards the seat in front of her.

He looked around for a waitress.

"The service here is kind of slow— "

"I could go to the bar –" he followed.

She began to protest

"Why are the guys bothering you?"

"No, but you just got here" she said smiling

"We could share the drink," she said as she passed him her glass.

"Whiskey?" He asked

"Yes,"

"You don't seem like a whiskey kind of lady," he said as he took a sip.

"So, Sam what time is your flight?"

"Tomorrow at 2pm."

"You don't look like a neurosurgeon," he said, "you look like a goddess, I love you hair and your dress, and your smile. You have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen," he said it with such intense eyes she blushed.

"So James what brings you to –"

"How far do you want to go with this, baby girl?"

She sighed "No, not yet," she said realizing their game was over "don't say anything yet."

"I mean James and Sam just met - but we have an history," he said

"It's your game," she replied

"This is anything but a game – this is not something you play, baby girl -This is our life."

"I know—I just want you to be James for a bit longer, the night isn't over and the only thing waiting for us is a cold sunrise."

"What if we did that—started over—eventually we would wind up here right?"

"Maybe, not maybe" she replied

"Its like two people who see each other on the street. Their eyes meet and they feel something – their souls sense a flash of recognition, and before they can speak on it- The light changes. They cross the street – it's gone. And it is too late to do anything about it. And you always think about it because it was there and you let it go and from that instant on you think to yourself—what if I said something, what if she said something, what if – what if. It may only happen a few times in your life."

"Maybe only once," she said

"Maybe only once," he repeated watching her.

She reached for her drink and he held her hand. She looked at him and wondered what if this was a giant huge mistake

She took the drink and sipped it. Then she placed her hand back next to his wondering what to do next.

"I've made mistakes," she said, "we've made mistakes – but forgive you, I don't know if you can forgive me," she said thinking about their vows and Stella. "I didn't sleep with anyone but - What if we do nothing," she asked, "What if we really try instead of trying to prove points. I mean," she said trying to find the right word.

"Sam, what floor are you on?

She looked up and realized that he still wanted to play this make believe game.

"Top floor, a friend of mine told me it had the best view of the city."

"I would love to see the view from your room," he said.

"James, are you sure?"

He nodded. She took her drink and headed to her suite.

As they entered her suite, she sat on the couch and Derek looked around the room.

She continued her conversation from downstairs "I thought this summer we could slow things down and find a way back to us - but we speed it up. I was looking for a time out"

"Yes, that is what I thought we needed," he said as he sat across from her on the coffee table.

"But it never came, and now we are here," she said with inevitability.

"Yes," he said caressing her knee, "here we are."

Her phone buzzed and it was message from Stella. They both saw his name at the same time. He stopped touching her knee, "Is that your boyfriend calling?" He started tapping his fingers on the coffee table and his jaw tightened, "kinda late isn't it?"

"Not a boyfriend. He isn't relevant to us," she insisted.

Deep sigh, "I don't want to get into semantics baby girl – "

"I love you," she said as she saw the wall between them grow taller.

"So handsome," she said finally accepting the wall. She leaned into him as she put her glass on the table beside his hip. "Why don't you give your wife a proper send off?"

She leaned in and kissed him slowly and passionately, she tasted of whiskey and salty tears.

She stood up, took off her shoes, and proceeded to walk into the bedroom.

He followed her to the bedroom and she sat on the bed, took off her earrings and other jewelry, and placed them on the nightstand. He sat down next to her and caressed her cheek. He leaned in, kissed her lips gently, and as her lips parted, his tongue traveled around her mouth as if they had all of the time in the world. He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her closer as one hand ran up her dress. As he was leaving wet butterfly kiss on her neck she moved to straddle him, in a seated position. She started to unbutton his shirt and he looked at her. They shared a smile that made his heart flip into his throat. Her smile revealed a glint of lust. She lowered mouth to his and explored his mouth with her tongue, as she wrapped her right leg around his waist. The sensual kiss evoked a groan from his soul. She continued to unbutton his shirt. She pulled her dress over her head and tossed it behind her. As her bangs fell to her face, he brushed them out of her eyes. He looked into her eyes as he caressed her face. His thumb played with her lips as he watched her. His gaze was too piercing and Penelope had to look away . He put his finger underneath her chin and guides her towards his lips. That connection silences the rest of her doubts. He kisses her eyes and returns to her lips. He removes her bra, pushes her up higher on his lap and kissed her nipples. She kisses the top of his head, as she rubs his broad shoulders. He alternates his feathery kisses from one breast to another and she arches her back as a moan escapes her lips. He flips gently on to her back and continues to kiss her breast as his fingers play in her wetness below. He returns to her neck and quickens the paces of his fingers. She whispers fuck me in his ear and he slows down his pace. Slight torture, he knows. He kisses her slowly as she groans in frustration. He takes off his shirt as he leaves a trail of wet kisses down her neck to her belly button and between her legs. He kisses her inner thigh as her scent fills his mind. He taste her with his tongue and she lets out a loud moan. He grabs her butt and pulls her closer. As he licks and kisses her most inner flower, she gentle massages his head calling out his name. As she bucks against his face, she has her first orgasm. He kisses her feet and works his way back up to her breast. When he reaches her lips, she sits up and straddles him in one swift move.

I want you inside me she whispers and she guides him into her. She is so tight he feels as if he might explode. She kisses him as she rotates her hips in his lap. He moans between kisses and allows her to take him to ecstasy. She pushes him down on to his back and rides him. He runs his hands up and down her back, his touch sends shivers down her spine and she starts to ride him faster. He pulls her close to him and kisses her as he takes hold of her hips and thrust.

"Oh my god Derek," she continued to moans as he turns her on to her back. He thrust hard as he reclaims her lips. He kisses her roughly and moves to her neck where he nibbles and bites her from side of her shoulder to the other. As they climax together.