A/N: So here's the rest of what was supposed to be the last chapter. I guess I should have finished it completely before splitting it, cuz this chunk still ended up being quite long. I'm a little OCD and like to keep things fairly even, but yeah, that was a fail.

Side note - I have to admit, the suggestions of having him follow her very nearly convinced me to rewrite this lol but I decided I need to keep her as the primary instigator for this fic. Keeping it in my back pocket though, I like how y'all think ;).

Buck headed back to the table to wait for Abby, joining Cait, Shannon, and Darragh.

"So how are you liking Ireland so far?" Darragh asked.

"It's beautiful, I've never seen anything like it. The scenery is fantastic."

"Have you always lived in LA?"

"No, not always. I've travelled a bit, worked in a few places, but I've never been here before."

"I always imagine LA being all celebrities and such, do you actually see famous people a lot?" Cait questioned.

"No, not really. I mean, maybe once in a while, but they usually don't look like they do on TV or in movies so you don't always recognize them."

"Sorry, how old are you?" Shannon blurted suddenly. "If you don't mind me asking, that is. You look young is all."

"Uhh," he wasn't usually a fan of where this line of questioning went, but he didn't want to assume the worst. "No it's fine, I'm 26."

"Oh, so you are young then."

"Sure I guess."

"So, is this serious then," Darragh asked, looking skeptical, "you and Abby?"

"Yeah, definitely. I mean, I guess we've technically only been together for a few months, but I'm crazy in love with her. I'm not sure how I got so lucky and I'm terrified I'm going to screw it up, but she means the world to me. She's basically the best thing that's ever happened to me."

He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Abby. Great, this isn't about to be awkward at all. Here he was, pouring his heart out to relative strangers, and she's standing right there behind him. But if she'd overheard, she didn't let on.

"I'm going to get another drink, you want anything?" she asked.

"I can get it," he said quickly, jumping on the opportunity to extricate himself from this moment.

"Okay, thanks."

He kissed her cheek and scurried off to the bar.

"Okay, what did I miss?" Abby asked as she sat down. Buck had been all to eager to get away, so something was up.

"We may have been putting the gears to him a bit," Shannon confessed.

Abby failed to stifle her laugh. Poor Buck.

"For the record, he passed," Cait added. "The lad's absolutely mad about you. Said you're the best thing to ever happen to him."

"Wow," she said quietly. It seemed illogical that with all of the mess she had brought into his life, he could still think so highly of her. He really was incredible.

Connor and Alanna arrived back at the table at the same time Buck returned from the bar, so they all toasted to a great night. She would probably regret it later, but Abby threw back her drink in record time. Screw composure: right now, she wanted nothing more than to get Buck back to their room.

She put her hand on his thigh and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "ready to go?"

He smiled, so she took that as a yes, grabbed his hand, and said their goodbyes. Cait asked if they could get back all right but she insisted they would be fine and dragged Buck outside. They may not have been able to walk a straight line, but they did miraculously end up making it back to the hotel without too much difficulty. The first set of stairs was a little precarious for her, unsteady on her feet and in heels as well, so Buck scooped her up and carried her up the second set. She took full advantage of the opportunity to kiss his neck and start unbuttoning his shirt, willfully ignoring his polite request to wait until they were inside.

He set her down to dig the key card out of his pocket, but as soon as they were through the door, he pushed her up against it. She managed to sneak her hands between them and went right for his belt buckle, swiftly undoing his pants and pushing them over his hips. She slipped one hand inside his boxers and closed her fingers around him, firmly stroking his growing erection. He groaned and swatted her hand away, instead hiking up her skirt to grip her ass and lift her off the ground. Instinctually she wrapped her legs around him, inadvertently bringing his hardness against her core. She moaned into his mouth and tried to rock her hips against him but she was trapped firmly between his body and the wall. She could feel him smirk against her lips and decided two could play at this game.

Her dress had a side zipper, so she was easily able to reach it and slide it down, also shrugging out of the straps, but their closeness prevented the top from falling down enough to give him access. With a grunt of disapproval, he began walking them over to the bed. She kicked off her heels along the way and came to straddle him as he sat down.

He briefly tore his lips away from hers. "Abbs, you sure about this?"

"Do I seem unsure?" she asked breathlessly, shoving his open shirt over his shoulders.

"No, but you're drunk."

"So?"

"I don't want to take advantage of you."

She whisked her dress over her head. "You're not… but if you're that worried about it, I can do this by myself." She moved to get off of him but he grabbed her hips and stilled her.

"Okay, okay. You're impatient when you're drunk."

She kissed him hard. "Then get the show on the road."

Heeding her request, he immediately disposed of her bra and bent down to kiss her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth and worked it to a hard peak, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin before he let go. With a moan, she let her head fall back, pushing her chest towards him. The room was starting to spin a little but she couldn't care less; the lightheadedness only made the sensations feel sharper. He quickly ravished her other side before starting to tug at her panties. She gladly stood up so he could get them off, and returned the favour before shoving him back down on the bed.

She climbed on top of him and immediately sank down on his shaft, so wet that she was able to take his whole length in one smooth motion.

"God you feel good," he murmured, pressing feather-light kisses along her neck.

"So good," she whispered back.

She started out slowly, swiveling and rolling her hips, but she was too wound up to maintain that for long. Her movements got progressively faster until she was riding him vigorously, her breathless cries filling the room. He grasped her waist and began thrusting up into her, pulling her down hard every time he surged into her. Her body was on fire, and she knew she was the verge of a massive orgasm. He bit down lightly on her shoulder, and that was all it took to send her careening over the edge with a loud gasp. Ripples of acute pleasure rushed through her body, and the feel of her core convulsing around him swiftly brought his release. He pressed deep inside her and held her tight, moaning her name as he came.

She collapsed against him and he kept his hold on her, trailing his fingers up and down her back while they both came down from the high. It was a few minutes before she finally stopped trembling, feeling boneless and completely spent. He gently laid her down on the bed, before he stood and draped the covers over her.

"Where are you going?"

"Just to the fridge for a couple waters." He removed two bottles and had easily downed most of his by the time he returned. "Here," he said, pressing a bottle into her hand, "drink as much of that as you can, you'll be glad you did in the morning."

He polished his off and threw it away while she struggled through half of hers. At his unimpressed look, she forced down another quarter of it.

"Happy?" she asked sarcastically.

"Yes."

He climbed back into bed and she rolled over to rest her head against his chest.

"I love you," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her.

For a moment she was quiet, having a silent war with herself. Under the curtain of darkness, uninhibited by alcohol, and enveloped in the comfort of his arms, it was so tempting to let her insecurities seep out. Before long, she gave in.

"What do you love about me?" She hated how needy it sounded, but she couldn't help herself.

"Is that a serious question?" he asked with a chuckle.

When she didn't immediately respond, he was quick to take the hint.

"Oh… it is." He took a deep breath and blew it out. "I don't even know where to start, really. You're smart, you're beautiful, you have the kindest heart, you're funny, you're strong, you're sexy as hell, you actually take me seriously, and you've made me a better person. I love everything about you." He lifted her chin so she had to look him in the eye. "Abbs, I'm not going anywhere."

"I know that, I do, I just…" she sighed, "I don't know."

He kissed her forehead. "It's okay, we'll figure it out. Just get some sleep."