So here's the last chapter of this story! Thank you for following, especially considering my awful attempts at updating regularly but yeah...thanks for following and for reviewing if you did, never fails to make me smile :) Thank you! :D

"I told you to talk to him Stevie, not take him to bed with you!" Callum's voice echoed down the phone she has balanced between her ear and her shoulder as reached up on her toes to grab two mugs. She could hear him yawning on the other end of the line and silently promised herself that she'd take full advantage of his obvious hangover when she made it into the station later.

"A good night's sleep was all he needed!"

"You expect me to believe all you did was sleep last night?" Callum snorted and for that she slammed the cupboard door as loud as she could, smirking in satisfaction when she heard the groan of pain. Last night had clearly been a late one.

"You told me to fix it. I did. I want those extra officers when I get in! Which is actually what I rang you about, Smithy's gonna be late"

"Late night was it?"

"I'm hanging up now!"

She resisted the urge to throw her phone across the room and instead placed it back where it had been on the table before hoisting herself up onto the kitchen counter, letting her legs dangle idly as she waiting for the kettle to boil, desperate for her caffeine fix.

Callum had been right though, no matter how much she tried to deny it to herself, he'd been right. She was supposed to have helped him and instead all she'd ended up doing was confirming all those rumours that she spread about their professional and personal relationship. She'd taken advantage. It's not like she'd planned for it to happen, she hadn't expected it, any of; how soft his lips would feel or the heat as he trailed his fingers across her skin. She hadn't expected the passion of the fact that it felt right.

She hadn't been out of bed longer than 10 minutes and she already missed the strong arm that he'd had wrapped around her waist and the warmth of his breath on the back of her neck, she hadn't appreciated the cold feet but that had only given her an excuse to tangle her legs with his. The image of him lying sprawled out in her bed, his hair ruffled and his eyelashes brushing his cheeks, made her feel like one of those silly school girls and she had no doubt that Jo wouldn't hesitate to remind her of that but she just couldn't keep her mind from imagining what it'd be like to wake up to that all the time.

"You're blushing"

Her head shot up to see him leaning against the doorway, like he had been last night, only this time he was shirtless, his jeans hanging low on his hips and his feet bare. She was pretty sure that if she'd been blushing already then her cheeks were now the shade of tomatoes as she tried to keep her eyes above his neck.

"I…erm…coffee?" she stuttered before reaching over the counter to flick the switch on the kettle, not moving from where she was perched. Well done Stevie she thought to herself very articulate!, mentally slapping herself at her stupidity.

"Were you on the phone?"

"Oh erm…yeah, I rang Callum to let him know we'd be late" she stuttered again, this time afraid that mentioning Stone would only resurrect last night's argument. Mind you if that's what it led to then bringing it back up again wasn't a bad idea to her. "Are you…feeling better?"

The smirk on his face started out slowly, just a smile tugging on his lips but by the time he'd moved across the room to stand in front of her she realised she hadn't seen him smile like this in a long time, she'd missed it too.

"mhmm, best night's sleep I've had in a long time" he smirked down at her, his hands rising to rest on her waist, on a strip of skin just above the top of her pyjama pants and left bare by her top. Stevie couldn't help the shiver that swept through her body in the same way she couldn't help the fact that she involuntarily leaned closer to him, to the heat he radiated. "What're you worrying about?"

"How do you know I'm worrying?" she gaped at him, dumbfounded by the fact that he seemed to be able to read her mind.

"You're biting your lip. You only do that when you're worried"

She resisted the temptation to retort with a sarcastic comment or to roll her eyes and instead decided to be honest with him, she was going to have to tell him at some point she figured and it might as well be now before the entire station heard and the rumour mill started. Gossip spread like wildfire in that place, it was hard to believe they weren't still in school sometimes.

"Last night…last night shouldn't have happened. You were tired and you'd been drinking, I shouldn't have let it get as far as it did so I'm sorry." She rambled, hoping to the high heavens that the floor would just open up underneath her and swallow her whole.

"No way, you are not doing this. Not now, not ever" and just like that, he kissed her lightly on the lips and turned to make the coffee, like the issue had been settled and his say was final. Her mouth opened and closed several times as she stared at Smithy is disbelief. "I've waited a long time for that this and yeah ok, so I need to learn to delegate at work but that's not stopping us."

Smithy didn't even turn to look at her, it was almost as if this wasn't as big deal for him, like their daily life wasn't about to change but then he was in front of her and his lips were on hers. Stevie barely had time to draw a breath in before she was overcome with heat and her eyes shut. Her hands moved to rest on his chest, her fingers tingling at the feel of bare skin as one of his moved to tug on her hair, the other on her hips, pulling her towards the edge of the counter to him, closer.

Any thought of having taken advantage disappeared from her mind and she couldn't even imagine saying no to him any longer. The fear that they might not work hadn't vanished but Smithy seemed almost certain that they would. He'd waited for this and, if she was honest with herself, she had too. Why was she fighting it?

"You still have to learn to delegate though" she mumbled against his lips, only getting a soft moan from him in response before he pulled her down from the counter, lips still attached and led her back towards her bedroom. Coffee forgotten.