Hi everyone, I thought I'd be able to write on Sunday but weekend was already over when I finally got a bit of time to write. Anyway enough with me, let's get back to the story.

The last chapter of She's my One and only was very much a transcript of 7x03 with a it of my over-thinking but I promise that for this one it's different. It takes place after 7x03. Hope you'll enjoy this even if it's very short.

After the fireworks scene

We held hands all the way from the hotel to the airport. No look was necessary. Actually it was better this way because I would have had trouble not kissing him otherwise.

The surprise with the ice-cream and the impromptu fireworks had been so nice. He knows how to turn any situation to his advantage, even the celebration of a religious event.

Then, when we arrived at the airport, he behaved like a proper gentleman as he usual does, took my bag with his own and dropped them at the desk while he insisted I wait for him in a cafe.

He joined me half an hour after. I wished he had kissed me then but we did not display any physical proof of our affection in public yet. This restriction makes it harder to deal with it day after days. Fortunately we are able to do whatever we want behind closed doors. Just thinking about it makes me blush. Teresa, come on, you're a big girl! You're not a schoolgirl!

I don't remember precisely how or when but I spent most of the flight home nestled in Patrick's arms. It resulted in a sore neck but fortunately I got my personal massager.

"Are you okay?" He gently asked.

"My neck hurts."

"I bet it does. I didn't want to wake you but I probably should have. I'm sorry."

"You can still make it up to me by providing massages." I hinted.

"Of course, I will" he replied, kissing me on the forehead.

I crashed in my bed round 8pm. He arrived a bit later at my house, having fetched new clothes at his place. He now has the keys and let himself in.

"I'm here. Wanna order something to eat?"

"Yeah!" I did not even bother to move from the bed.

"Care to tell me what you'd like to have?" He was teasing me.

"I want you." If I had a mirror I'm pretty sure I'd have laughed at myself. I felt my cheeks turning red. I did not say it loud though. It was more of a whisper but he heard it anyway.

"That is for dessert. But what would you like to eat before? As in... for dinner I mean?" He said, popping his head on my bedroom's doorframe.

"Oh... like food?"

"Yeah... unless you'd like to skip that altogether?"

Don't tempt me Patrick! I could eat you alive as we speak. But instead I said: "Let's go for Indian. Then we can cuddle and more..."

"I'm counting on you!"

He turned his back to me and went to the kitchen. I stretched almost to the point I was going to fell of the bed just to catch a glance at his handsome bottom.

"I think we should go. A bit of fresh air will do you good." with a wide grin on his face...

Okay you win. but I know what I'm gonna get for dessert!

"Okay, then. You drive." So I can look at you in the car I thought.

Short chapter (again...). Hope you like it anyway. Let me know. Thanks again for all of you who read and reviewed. It is much appreciated.