Chapter 27

The water boiled and Bobby hurried to pour them into the cups before reaching for his cupboard and pulling out a packet of chocolate cookies. Megan eyed it with appreciation. "That wasn't there when I looked for something to eat last week." She said.

He raised his eyebrow. "You went through my closets?" He faked shock.

She rolled her eyes. "I went through your kitchen cupboards in a vain search for food. Don't look so shocked, there was nothing in them."

"Well, I figured you might hang around my apartment more often, so I might as well be able to satisfy your every crave." He gave her a flirtatious wink and handed her the cup of coffee.

"Are we playing the double meaning game again? You know I'm better, we've already established that." She grinned and Bobby chuckled, his memory bringing him back a few days earlier when a comment just like that brought on a verbal spur that was filled with implications and innuendos. When they finally ran out of words the intensity was so strong it almost killed him. He had to touch her. The feeling was obviously mutual and she was in his arms as they tumbled to the familiar sofa, kissing passionately. He loved that new side of her he was slowly discovering, he loved the way she fitted in his arms so well.

At some point one of them stopped the hungry explorations. He guessed that they simply ran out of air. And when he stared down at her flushed face and traced the fair skin that he already managed to uncover he decided that they should wait just a little longer before moving things forward again. He could still see the bruises on her rib cage and his back still hurt. She was confused and he saw the insecurity in her eyes as she waited for him to speak. He kissed her softly and admitted he wanted to wait just a little, that he didn't want to rush, that their next time should be slow and memorable. She smiled, the mischief in her eyes returning when she told him that she remembered their first time very well. He laughed, pulling her close for another kiss.

"Bobby?" Her voice brought him back to the present. "Where were you?"

"In a good place." He smiled. "Your clothes are still here if you wanna change into something more comfortable. I got them out of the drier this morning, they're in the bedroom."

She arched an eyebrow. "When you say change into something more comfortable…"

"Go away…" He rolled his eyes and firmly stopped the train of thoughts that started running in his mind. She giggled when she headed towards his bedroom and Bobby placed his cup of coffee and the cookies on the living room table. He just sat down on the sofa when she called him. Shaking his head, he got up. "What?" He asked, moving towards the bedroom.

When he walked through the door he stopped in his tracks, taking the sight of the room that was semi dark, the only light coming from a few large candles that were placed strategically around the room. Megan sat on his bed, one bare foot tucked beneath her. His attention was drawn to the bed, he thought he saw Rose petals and he approached slowly, confirming his suspicions. He groaned inwardly.

"Bobby…" She started.

"It's not what you think." He hurried to explain.

"What am I thinking?" She asked softly.

"That I brought you here intentionally so that we could spend the night together." He blurted.

"You don't want to spend the night with me?"

"There is absolutely no way I can get away with this, right?"

She smiled. "I know you didn't sneak in here…so, how did you manage to pull this romantic atmosphere?"

He sighed. "One of my neighbors saw you and when I told her that I'm taking you out for dinner she insisted that my apartment needed some romantic touch. I humored her and gave her my spare set of keys, I thought she'll put some flowers in the living room and get it over with." He took a look around his bedroom. "She seemed to have other ideas…"

"Well it is romantic." She said. "She did a good job."

He sat beside her on the bed, reaching out for her hand. "I know you had a rough couple of days and nights. I don't want anything to bother you or me, definitely not that case."

She sighed. "I feel strange…I'm nervous like this is our first time together. I feel like I might disappoint you. Does that make any sense?"

He laughed shortly. "Disappoint me? What are you talking about?" She shrugged her shoulders and he squeezed her hand. "I have an idea. Maybe we could just relax and see where this is going. We don't have to jump to the deep end of the pool, we could start someplace else, just for fun."

"Just for fun…" She repeated slowly. "A kiss might be nice, don't you think?"

He grinned, pulling her towards him as he lowered his head slowly, his lips touching hers. She sighed into his mouth, moving her hand to cup his face as the kiss deepened and he moved closer, enveloping his arms around her and pulling her to lie beside him on the bed. He felt like he was kissing her forever, giving and taking as she responded to his touch. One of his hands migrated to her back and he traced a finger around the zipper of the blue dress, his hesitation ebbing away when he realized she was unbuttoning his shirt slowly. He smiled to the kiss and heard her chuckling. She broke the kiss slowly and he stared at her face, the soft light caressing her face.

"I just might disappoint you here." She said, smiling at him.

"What do you mean? Will you stop saying that; have you seen yourself in the mirror lately?"

"Yes, I still have marks on my ribs but that's not what I'm talking about." He raised his eyebrows and she continued. "They didn't have any red on my size so I had to settle for…Oof…" Her words were swallowed by the pillow as Bobby playfully turned her around so that he could have better access to her back.

His breathe caught in his throat. "Blue…" He murmured. "Even better…" he grinned and she burst out in laughter, every hesitation or awkwardness that was between them disappearing. She leaned for another kiss and he happily met her half way, becoming addicted to her taste.

She drew closer to him. Their legs tangling together as they kissed, lips soft and warm against each other. Bobby's hands were warm against her back and she arched against him, seeking for more contact. She moved her hands along his chest, trying to undo the buttons as he kept on distracting her. In an effort to regain some kind of clearness in her hazy mind she broke away from the kiss, concentrating fully on removing his shirt.

He smiled, closing his eyes and adjusting their bodies close together, laying on his back and giving her full control. Megan hesitated for a moment before kissing him again, her tongue exploring his mouth while her hands traveled every where. He hissed her name, the pleasure almost too much for him.

She was surprised when he easily flipped them over, and his eyes were dark and stormy as he looked at her. He moved to remove her dress slowly and she found herself averting her eyes when he took in every detail. His breathe tickled her ear. "I think blue is my new favorite color." He whispered and she laughed, her eyes meeting his.

"I think it's wrong that we could still talk in complete sentences." She teased and watched with amazement when his eyes grew even darker and he moved a hand to caress the exact line where her bra met her skin. She inhaled sharply and he lowered his head and kissed the top of her breast, succeeding in making her lose all coherent thought.

She was warm and sweet and Bobby lost every thread of control he ever had as he moved his body closer to her, seeking heat and softness. He couldn't speak anymore, letting his body speak for him, taking in every expression he saw in her eyes. Megan tried to match his every move, sometimes leading, sometimes following. She let go of everything, knowing that he will catch her. And in the end, it was just the two of them; kissing passionately, falling into bliss together.

He held her close to him, leading her slowly with the sound of music only he could hear. Her body was pressing intimately into his and he smiled to her hair. The idea of spending a quiet night at home certainly had his advantages. Spending the entire day with her was even more amazing then he thought.

She arrived pretty late in the morning and found him still rumpled as he just rolled out of his bed to open the door. He gotten so used to the night shifts he was having trouble in falling asleep at night. She teased him, saying that she was sure the paramedics would love if he would keep working with them. He rolled his eyes, his sense of humor a little rusty before his morning coffee.

They took a walk in the park with Levi. The golden in high spirits despite the cold that surrounded them, they threw snow at each other and Jack knew that it's been a while since any of them laughed so much. They returned to his apartment, Sue surprising him with a bag of clothes she carried in her car. She flushed scarlet when she told him that her clothes were wet and that she was cold and needed a warm shower. He laughed when they walked inside and gave her the largest towel he could find, struggling hard against the images in his mind.

They talked. They talked about everything and nothing at all, about their past and their future, their hopes and dreams. He never remembered opening up like this to anyone, only Sue could understand him so perfectly. They made dinner together and even that simple task was enjoyable with her presence.

And now, as the New Year slowly arrived he was content to make new resolutions, sure of himself enough to make long lasting promises, knowing now that he could keep them. Jack moved them closer to the window, eyeing the clock that was hung on the wall.

"Is it time?" Sue asked and he nodded his head.

She raised her head from his shoulder and watched him closely as he signed in her hand, mouthing the countdown until he reached the end. She watched when he smiled and lowered his head a little, intent on kissing her. She smiled back, tilting her head upwards to meet him half way. The kiss started as light and gentle but soon they both found themselves consumed by the desire they felt for each other. Jack moved his hands restlessly on her back, forming circles and pulling her closer to him. Sue anchored one of her hands to his hair, caressing his scalp while her other hand trailed lines on his chest.

Mouths glued together, Jack was having a hard time to focus. All he could think about was her touch and the desire to take her with him, close the door and make the world disappear for the rest of the night. He wondered if it was too soon. He already knew his feelings. The thought that she will be the only woman he would ever be with was not at all intimidating, he found himself longing to make it happen.

She eased away from the kiss, moving her lips along his jaw line towards the one point next to his ear that could make him groan and grasp her more tightly. She already learned to recognize the vibrations of his chest to be his vocal reaction to her ministrations. It made her feel powerful, that she could cause such a strong reaction with a mere caress of her lips. It made her love him more as he gave himself completely to her, not hiding anything.

She wondered what it would be like to give him everything in return. She wondered if she was ready. She had no doubt that this man who was now anxious to open a few buttons in her shirt was the one for her. But was she ready? Their relationship was so new…and so old.

She drowned in another kiss. His tongue fighting hers for dominance as he buried his hands in her hair, she moaned into his mouth and felt him responding, his kiss becoming slower and more sensual as he slowly ended it. She felt the sudden vibration of a loud noise and pulled him closer as the festival of lights danced in front of his window. The fireworks were amazing and Sue smiled to his neck, knowing that she should just allow things to progress on their own; they could handle everything that might cross their path.

Jack tilted her head upwards, smiling at her. "Happy new year, Sue."

She grinned. "Happy new year."