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Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell; it was love from above that could save me from hell. She had fire in her soul it was easy to see, how the devil himself could be pulled out of me...And our voices rang like the Angels sing...

Into The Night

Sitting behind the wheel of my Land Cruiser, I sat up in my seat trying not to put my foot down on the gas while I levered myself and attempted to try and get my cell phone out of my vibrating jean pocket. "Dammit," I cursed, my hands fumbling for the too small phone as I pulled it out of its tight space and keep my eyes on the road. I pulled the wheel keeping me back in the straight lane and flipped open the small silver contraption. Hitting speaker before I dropped it to my lap.

"This better be a damn emergency, Andrews," I said before Lance could speak from his end. "This is the second time you've interrupted my sabbatical. This time, I'm quite happy being on it. What's up? And it better be good or I'll spread those rumors around the office you don't want me spreading." And I laughed when I heard what sounded like him choking on a drink at my opening statement. He spluttered some more and I shook my head at him, still trying to concentrate on the traffic.

"Geez, keep your hair on, Jesse. Can't a guy just call his buddy and see how he's doing if he wants?" Lance asked, feigning hurt. It wasn't working considering I could hear his humor even through the phone line. "There's no need to bring out the big guns and make it personal. I got some gossip I could easily spread around too, you know? You're not completely innocent, bud!" He carried on smugly.

"It's okay; I'll just scowl at anyone who would ever dare bring Susannah up with me. That would shut them up quick," I replied proudly, well aware of my detached behaviour and the way it makes some people around the main office uncomfortable. Lucky for them I'm out in the field most of the time so they don't have to deal with me. That pleasure is for the men stuck on missions with me. "Now are you going to tell me what you're calling for, or are you going to continue to prevaricate?"

I heard him clear his throat before silence came through the cell. I raised my eyebrow, waiting.

"Are you there yet?"

And there it was. The question I was expecting to hear as soon as I answered the phone. I had to give him brownie points for having a strong will-power and leaving it so long before he asked. He's like a dog with a bone when he gets his teeth sunk into something. And this apparently was no different. I'd been expecting his phone call for the past couple of days actually. Surprisingly I didn't receive one. Instead, I get it while I'm trying to drive, my nerves trying not to get the better of me. Not that I would tell him his call was actually helping to calm me down some. I just kept my eyes tacked on the road, leaving it a lengthy pause before I answered him.

"No," I answered at last, stalling the urge to put my foot down on the gas and make the distance shorten a little bit faster. "And I won't be there any quicker with you calling me and sounding like a five year old - Mierda!" I quickly swerved my car out of the way from a couple of hooligans swinging past me out of no-where. "I don't remember the drive being this hard last time," I muttered, forgetting Lance was still on speaker-phone until I heard his laugh. "Mute it, Andrews."

"Sorry, sorry!" He quickly got out. And then he went silent for a few more seconds. I counted under my breath how long it would take for him to say what I knew was coming next. It was ten seconds of blissful silence. "It's just - Jesse, its Suze!" He crowed and if I didn't know any better, I would have said it was in hero worship. I know he became fond of her on our mission with her. But it's more a brotherly/sister fondness; much to my relief. "Suze, the spitfire, bud!"

I smirked, my eyes fixed on the road but my mind wandering to other passionate memories. "I know."

Lance went silent. Until his voice that had been enthusiastic and cheerful before, had suddenly turned bland and quiet. "You're grinning, aren't you?" He asked, picking up on the satisfaction in my tone with the way I answered him before. I laughed and replied with a simple yes. "God, you're an ass." And I laughed even harder. Remembering the same conversation I'd had with Susannah on our road-trip.

"So I've been told before," I replied, all smug satisfaction gone from my voice. "Look Lance, as much fun as I'm having speaking to you, I'm also trying to drive and it's quite the distraction - " He interrupted me asking if it was thoughts of Susannah I was more distracted by, but I just talked right over him. " - so if you don't mind . . ." I trailed off, hearing his sigh that didn't sound weary but more - content? "Lance you need to put this fascination with Susannah aside. It's starting to get awkward."

"It's not Suze I'm fascinated with, Jesse!" He exclaimed happily. "It's the way she's made you more . . . softer - ?"

"Hey! Don't go calling me soft!" I grouched, taking my eyes away from the road to glare at my phone. Not that it did any good.

"Okay, okay, I'm joking!" He laughed, catching his breath before he started again. "It's just refreshing to have a more relaxed and less dark and brooding, Jesse; to hang out with is all. Not that you don't still have it. You're just not as scary. Or so the women in the office say anyway. Not that it stops them from drooling all over you," He muttered good-naturedly. "I like Suze 'cos she stands up to you. It's fun to watch!"

"Hmph, if you say so." I answered, shrugging off his words I already know to be the truth. "Now you've asked your question you were dying to know so you can win the Pool I know Ed has set up," I continued, ignoring his stuttered denial. "Can I go? I wouldn't want to hold you up from hanging around the water cooler and spreading the gossip."

"I don't gossip!" He quickly shot back, ignoring everything else. "And I don't - "

"Good-bye, Lance!" I shouted back with a grin, hearing his 'Jesse, wait!' before I grabbed my phone and flipped it shut. Ending the call and tossing the cell onto the seat next to me. "Peace and quiet." I said to myself, rolling the window down a little to get rid of the stuffy atmosphere surrounding me. The closer I was getting, the more the heat seemed to rocket up. My sunglasses kept slipping down my nose and I'd already gone through two bottles of water.

But I shouldn't have been surprised to receive his phone call. Ever since I'd mentioned Susannah would be coming to stay with me at my beach-house, both Lance and Ed had been walking around with wide Cheshire like grins. It was enough to make me take my sabbatical three days early. Only this time, I was looking forward to it. Anticipating the house having an atmosphere and a lived in feeling for the first time. Even if it is for a couple of short weeks if that's how long Susannah chooses to stay; anything is better than going home at the end of a mission or day behind a desk, expecting Susannah to be waiting for me.

Only to find I'm still as alone now as I was four months previous.

The trip back home had been stuffed with me trying to fill the silent void. Even when we didn't speak and Susannah was lost in her thoughts, it hadn't been as silent as it was for me driving home. Alone. I'd turned the radio over to a heavier rock station and even dug through my C.D's I have stuck under my seat. But nothing seemed to help. And walking into my home I hadn't stepped in for over a month, I just felt the pang and loss even harder. The rest of the night was spent with me and a Bud, sitting on the decking facing the water and going over too many memories. Some good, some not quite so much.

I got up and went into work like normal the next day. Rising before the sun so I could go for my daily run before stepping back into the office with a face like thunder and an even worse temperament. No-one came close to me, except for Ed who risked it. When he asked me what the hell I was doing back at work when I was supposed t be on; I only gave him a look he instantly interpreted. If I was at home I would go crazy. So he stuck me back on the mission rotation list.

I was due an assignment not three days later. And it was the space between the night I got home and the night before I was due to leave that I finally picked up the phone and called Susannah. I'd been battling the urge the whole time I was at work and home alone. I looked at the phone and even picked it up a couple of times. Coming close to punching in her number just to fall short and put the receiver down. I wanted to give her time with her family and to settle in. Not for her to think I was harassing her. But I didn't want her to believe I wasn't going to stick to my word either.

It was a double-edged sword and was what pushed me into calling, gone midnight the night before I was leaving on a mission.

From the way she leapt at answering, not giving me time to decide what to say, she had been waiting for it.

Almost instantly my nerves settled and relief over-took me. And the short, but easy and light conversation flowed between us until I had to ring off. Short and sweet and leaving me wanting more. I told her I was going on assignment and I didn't know when I could call next. And she said she would wait, installing more hope. The job lasted just under two weeks and the first thing I did was call her when I got through the door dropping my bags. She wasn't in that time, but she did call me back. And it was like there was no time delay between our last call.

I don't know whether she was surprised to have me stay in contact so quickly, but I didn't want her to think I was giving up so soon. For her to think I had just used her to get what I wanted just to drop her the first chance I got. She means far too much to me to ever put her through that. She deserves more.

The conversations lasted long into the night after that second initial call. It was almost an unspoken agreement that it was the best time. When I was out in the field for a couple of days or a couple of weeks, she never took offence to the wait. She understands the hard routine of my job and accepts that. This only made me fall for her harder. Having someone who doesn't expect more of me and is willing to let me juggle the two . . .

It was almost too much to hope for.

But the calls didn't always flow between us of course. We had our disagreements over something petty mostly. And the resulting banter was something born of an old married couple. And once that realization settled in, I was hopeless to walk away from it. I relished it. The drama, the laughter and the flirting. It was unusual and it was almost frightening. But we haven't been through so much for me to just give up now. And somewhere in those calls, Susannah figured that out too. So the calls came more regular and the light feeling I got each time she answered with a crack remark of what took so long, the tightening in my chest loosened.

To the point where I barely feel it anymore.

But now, here I am, driving back up to Carmel and Susannah; anticipation making me want to put my foot down on the gas and get there a little bit quicker. It's been nearly three months since I dropped Susannah off at her mothers and she's itching to leave. Every plan I'd made to go and see her had fallen through from either her end or mine. And a few times she had asked if we were holding on to something that wasn't going to work. But I wouldn't take that and I would reinforce it. She didn't believe what she said anymore than I did. But with the constant interruptions again, it was easy to feel that way.

Until a couple of weeks ago. Susannah had been complaining about boredom and waiting around for something to happen. Of her mother fussing around her after she'd told her the truth of where she had been and what is happening. Minus the death of Slater. And her step-brothers had been trying to find out all the details questioning and badgering; and she finally cracked. She'd had enough.

I'd taken it all in, giving the best advice I could in that situation and offering my sympathy for her plight. While an idea I had been thinking about for a while began to form and build the more I heard the light and sparkle drain out of her when she spoke about the drama. But it was a few days before I plucked up the courage to ask her what I had been thinking about. A bottle of beer helping me with my Dutch courage.

Only in the end, I hadn't needed anything to worry about.

"If you're so desperate to get away, Susannah, you can come and stay with me for a while. Give yourself and your family some space."

I'd proposed a heavy silence on her end making me think about quickly receding the offer. But I wouldn't know until I tried, so I stayed quiet, leaving her to make up her own mind. With the length of how long it had been since she'd seen her family, to suddenly being thrust upon them, Susannah was feeling the strain. Things don't change over-night and she's well aware of that. But it doesn't help someone as stubborn as Susannah.

"What?" She'd asked, finally coming back to our conversation. Her tone hard to interpret.

"It's up to you," I'd said, trying not to hope but trying not to let the inclining of disappointment enter my voice either. "You can stay for as long as you need."

Susannah had only needed a couple of seconds to think the offer over and she'd agreed. The more she talked about it, the brighter her voice became, making it hard to keep the grin away from there-after. We made better plans a couple of days later when I'd gotten the chance to call again. I was nervous at first that she'd changed her mind. But she hadn't. And the second idea that had come to me last night, while I tossed and turned in bed, only made me more nervous. It's a leap she may not be ready to take, but one I've come to realize I need. The distance only making it harder to ignore that it's what I want.

Unfortunately it's been so long since I've been in a relationship, the doubting myself and my decision has made me wonder if I'm going to screw up it up somehow! That it's all going to go wrong and we're making a mistake. Even though deep-down I know it's not the case. Just the past digging its heels in and not allowing me to move forward.

Susannah may have had the same thoughts, but I've never asked her. Male pride halts that.

But I want Susannah in my life enough to want to overcome any challenges that might impede us. After-all, we've already done the living together thing. Albeit with Lance and Marty there also. But the limitations were enough for us to butt heads more than enough times and it did nothing but fan the flames between us. And cause the passion to grow even more. That's why I enjoy teasing and winding her up. Because the undercurrent always shines through the anger.

Intensifying the moment that more often than not follows.

Before I can get my thoughts back into order and contemplate whether this is a good thing or not, I catch sight of her parent's home coming up fast before me. I climb across the gravelled driveway easily, my car used to rough terrain, barely conscious of the motions. Looking around I notice her parents cars have gone and the house is silent. Lifting my wrist to glance at my watch, I wonder if I'm too early. But as soon as I unclip my belt and open my door, Susannah is suddenly there. Standing in the same place her mother was, only casually leaning against the door frame, watching me climb down from my car and slam the door closed.

I don't say anything as I climb the porch steps and Susannah doesn't move. I just watch her, her eyes alight and dancing as she tracks my slow and deliberate steps towards her. Backing up into the house, my eyes darken at the intent in hers. She doesn't back down from my dark, possessive stare. Only relishes it and meets it with a challenge of her own.

As I step through the threshold, I grab the door and push it closed behind me. As soon as the click indicates it's closed, she jumps. Straight into my arms where I catch her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist, her hair falling over her shoulders to brush against my face as she moves in and finally meets my lips with her own. The instant rush of desire that shoots through me reminds me of the first time Susannah and I kissed. Only more powerful, intense and raw than before. Now I know what's beneath it and what fuels it, it makes the instant lust I have for her shoot to life. Protesting at being separated from for so long.

"Ha sido demasiado largo, querida." I said before I gave in to the kiss completely.

And I don't hold back. My arms holding her tighten, a hand wandering up her back to creep into her hair and tilt her head back so I can deepen the already fiery caress. Her slim fingers skim through my hair before one hand rests at the nape of my neck, twisting and tugging at the curls resting there. I growl against her mouth, turning so I can slam her into the closed front door, where she hissed and growled; her legs still locked around my waist. I battle with her for a few seconds more before I break away from the kiss and nuzzle her neck instead. My free hand free from her hair and skimming down her bare thigh as she arches into me.

"God that feels so good, Jesse . . ." Susannah muttered breathlessly, her words all but lost on me.

There are more muttered names passed between us, incoherent words and moans of desire. But none of them really enter my foggy mind; too filled with the scent, sounds and taste of the woman in my arms, making me burn all over with red-hot desire. The three days we had in the hotel no-where near enough to stop my often wandering mind and memories of Susannah in the too many months apart. It left me frustrated and cursing when I would wake to find it was only a dream or replayed memory. Having her in my arms again was sending my senses into frenzy all over-again.

But in the end it's the phone that rouses me and pulls me away from leaving my mark on Susannah's neck, my fingers kneading the soft smooth skin of her hip. My lust covered eyes meeting hers in confusion. Trying to work out where the incessant ringing is coming from. For a few seconds she looks as confused as I am before she shakes herself out of it and drops her head to rest on my shoulder. Groaning with frustration, muttering something I couldn't understand before raising her head again.

"How much do you want to bet that's my mother?" She asked half playfully and half serious. And the mention of her mother snaps me back around to where we are. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, highly aware of Susannah watching me, still closely trapped to my body. Just as aware of what could have happened if the phone hadn't have rung. I pressed my lips together to hold off on my own growl, telling my libido to have some patience, I let Susannah unhook her feet and slide to the floor leaning heavily against the door.

"That wasn't the hello I was expecting, but I'll take what I can get," I grinned opening my eyes and raising a hand to rest on the door beside her head. Leaning in close again, even though I know it's just adding fuel to the fire. "Have you missed me?"

"More than you know," She answered easily. Shocking me with her sincerity and the faint hint of relief underneath that. She laughed when she caught my expression and slipped out from under my braced arm. The sundress I had only just noticed she was wearing flowing around her mid-thighs as she walked across the foyer. "Can we get out of here before my mom calls again? I'm dying to put some distance between us. I love her and I'm trying. But I can only handle so much family time in one go."

Taking my gaze away from the way the pale dress clung to her in all the right places and the beautiful glowing tan she was shimmering with accentuating how healthy she looked, I finally met her eyes. Absently pleased that she had put on the weight that had seemed to drop off her when we were in the safe-house. She leaned on one hip placing her hands there catching my perusal of her tempting figure.

Ever the sinful temptress.

"You look really good, querida," I complimented her, smiling softly to show how much I meant it. She blushed slightly and straightened up, uncomfortable moving a lock of hair over her shoulder. I took that as my cue to move the conversation along. "Point me in the direction of your bags and I'll get them loaded." Happy with the diversion, Susannah pointed down the steps into the living room where two large cases and a smaller one stood, waiting for me. I looked back to Susannah with raised eyebrows.

"What?" She shrugged. "I have lots of shoes. Come on, you're supposed to be big and strong, I'm sure you can do it." She smiled sweetly, smacking me on my backside before she sauntered down into the living room.

Shaking off my grin I followed her, picking up the two bigger cases, noting the weight and headed off towards the door. Susannah got there before I did and opened it for me. I could feel her eyes all over me as I went down the steps and loaded the cases into my boot, making one quick trip up the stairs where Susannah had brought the last one and a vanity case before I closed the rear door and looked to her expectantly.

"Let me just grab my jacket and we can go," She shouted down to me before dashing back inside the house. I used the opportunity to climb into the car and get the engine purring nicely. I put the radio on low, just for background noise and looked up when Susannah climbed into the passenger side. "Okay, I'm all ready for you to drive me away to your castle, handsome." She grinned, settling back in her seat luxuriously.

I swallowed back the smirk fighting to surface.

"As you wish, Mi'lady." I returned, making her smile and donne her sunglasses again, relaxing and stretching into the comfortable leather of the seat, adjusting it so she was more reclined. Like she belongs there. Her rightful place. And I wasn't going to disagree with that. She gave a small wave to her family's home as I backed out, before I turned the car and headed back down the hill.

My heart lighter and my head clearer than the first time I took this journey. Susannah's hand reached out locked around mine between us, sealing the deal.

xXx

I looked away from the houses we were passing as we drove down the street when Jesse suddenly stopped the car and turned off the engine. I looked over at him, wondering what he was doing. But when he gave me a lop-sided grin and pointed to a house we'd stopped outside of, I soon realized we were here. At Jesse's beach house. With his neatly kept lawn and a house that looked inviting and homely on the outside. For anyone else it would probably just be used as a summer vacation home. But it isn't that case for Jesse. This is where he lives when he's not away on assignment or looking after woman that witness a murder and have to stay in a safe-house for too long.

This is his home! And I'm right here, with my bags in his trunk living in it with him for however long I would be here. Days, weeks, I don't know. But every time I'd thought of it leading up to this moment, I didn't have any worries about it like I thought I would. I'm all for taking leaps and chances in life.

And this is just another one. Jesse being a pretty big chance on his own.

If someone had told me four months ago that I would be living with Jesse again, alone in complete agreement, I would have laughed in their faces and told them there wasn't a chance in hell. I couldn't stand to be around him and his smug commanding attitude. The ways he rarely reacted to anything I said and made me feel like I was talking to a wall. When in the end, that was just one thing that drew me to him. Amongst others. But I never would have thought I would be sitting in his car staring out at his house for the first time.

I'd all but convinced myself he wasn't going to call in those first few days I was staying at my mom's. I hadn't heard a peek out of anyone other than Father D and a couple of old school friends. I was close to walking around in a strop, ignoring my mom's knowing looks each time she asked me what was wrong. I refused to believe I was sulking and disappointed he hadn't done what he said he would. Stay in touch. Not lose the connection. I was starting to think he'd just gotten what he wanted - what I wanted and that was it. Done deal.

But then the call came late. And my sulking days before were gone in an instant when I breathlessly answered his call. Recognizing his number instantly.

I felt like a teenager again, lying across my bed in the silent night of my room, talking to a guy I probably shouldn't be around, but can't get enough of. I was practically breathless when I first said hello. Just hearing his deep Spanish accent through the line was like magic. I instantly relaxed into my pillows, listening intently to everything he said. And then I realized just how much I hadn't wanted him to leave me behind. How desperate I was that he did stay in touch. I had his number, I could have called him. But he was the one who had made the first move to kiss me good-bye. The first one to say he didn't want me to think he was giving up.

So I left it to him to make the first move again. To see if he was sincere and didn't just want to get me into his bed. Not that it was a chore or anything. And by the end, I wasn't putting up much of a fight. But I didn't want my fears to come true. That the feelings hadn't developed just because we were stuck together 24/7. And I was right.

Everything seemed easier after that first call. It's was easy to talk to him and tell him what was going on between me and my mom. The tough and painful conversations we were going through. Just releasing it to someone who wasn't around witnessing it made me feel better. But I wasn't as open as I should have been. I didn't tell him I wanted him to come back. That I was fidgety and nervous without him close by. How I wanted him there when I told my mom the truth of everything. I couldn't tell her what I did. Because I didn't have Jesse there to help me and understand.

But for me and the inherent way Jesse is, it was a huge milestone of respect for each other for me to speak about what I did. There was a time or two when I put the phone down on him. His bad mood pissing me off. Or me taking something the wrong way and spiting myself for something stupid. The silence only lasted for a day or two before he would crack or I would. But it all felt so natural. Not that it stopped me from being surprised by his offer. So surprised, I was speechless. A feat for me. And I didn't miss the hopefulness in his voice. The thing that snapped me back and gave him an instant answer without thinking about it.

I was craving him something fierce by this point and the indulgence of him plus being away from Carmel for a while was too hard to resist. And I jumped at the chance once it sank in.

And at Jesse as he walked through my door. Just seeing him again, dressed in his dark jeans and scuffed boots. His plain white t-shirt straining at his biceps and making him look darker than normal. His black hair still wavy and still hard to resist running my hands through it. He was a dominating force striding up the steps and looming in my doorway. Like a force of nature, uncontrollable and amazing to witness. And then I saw his eyes. So dark they were almost black, burning into mine, letting the spark jump and shoot through me. I was gone then. I stood no chance and I leapt for it. Literally.

But now, sitting in front of his house and taking a deep breath to steady my racing excited heart, I smiled at the things that are waiting for me.

"You going to come in or do you want to sit in the car for the rest of the day?" He asked casually, his thumb rubbing across my cheek affectionately. I took my eyes away from his house and set them on Jesse. And what I saw surprised me. His need for me to like it. To be happy. Hoping it - he will live up to the expectation. Just to calm his fears, because I couldn't care less what the house is like I just care about the person I'm sharing it with. I just didn't want to have weeks of Jesse, to suddenly not having him at all. So I leaned in and kissed him. Not for long, just a lingering touch that was enough to clear his eyes.

"Come on, I want to see your humble abode!" I smiled, waggling my eyebrows before I got myself free and jumped out of the car. Not bothering with my cases, I met Jesse at the foot of his short path leading up to his one level house. I took his hand he offered and let him lead me up the garden path and up the two slim steps of the low porch. He didn't bother unlocking the door, just strolled in. "Do you never lock up your house?!" I exclaimed, awed and frightened by it.

He gave me a reassuring smile when he turned back from closing the door.

"Only when I'm here alone. Now you're here, I will be locking up," He stepped towards me and tipped my chin up to look at him. "Don't worry, querida, you're perfectly safe here. Trust me." And he leaned down to kiss me. Just enough to distract me again like I had done before with him, until he pulled away and let me take a good look at his home.

I let go of his hand and wandered into the living room first, taking in the plain decor and minimalistic accessories he had strewn around. I went over to the photos on the mantel. Of him and a group of other men, Ed standing beside Jesse and arm wrapped around his shoulders in a fatherly gesture. When I stepped away again, I had the image of the safe-house appear before I banished it. If I look close enough, I can see his personality in the small comforts that make up the big picture. It isn't bare like that house was. Only more masculine and a little more lived in.

But I didn't comment on that. I know how little he can be here at one time and just let it go.

"How about a drink?" I asked as I passed and headed off in the direction of a few doors. By-passing the shoe closet and the spare room I stuck my head around, I was just walking into his room when he appeared and handed me a cold bottle of beer. "Thanks," I winked, trying to make him relax while I took a swig of the cold bubbly drink. Feeling it settle in my stomach with a warm buzz. "I like the look of the bed," I commented, not turning to look at him. "It looks inviting." I heard him chuckle when I walked over to the window, catching sight of the ocean view.

I didn't reach out and touch him as I walked out of his comfortable room and over to the bathroom. And when I stepped in, catching sight of the bath I knew I would be soaking in later on if I got the chance, I rolled my eyes at the even more masculine and spotless bathroom. I nearly wondered at the super cleanl and neatness of the place. Until I remembered Jesse's ex-military and order is hammered into them.

I stepped out of the bathroom and headed down to the kitchen, stepping into the light, square room. The small round table big enough for two people gave it an intimate feel, with the sunlight pouring in and lighting the beech cupboards and marble countertops running around the walls. Offering more space than it looked on first glance. I eyed the door leading out onto the wooden deck and beach, resisting the urge to run across the room and go and take in the sight.

Instead, I took a swig of my beer, setting it down on the table before I turned to lean against it, facing Jesse. His stoic and quiet behaviour something I've been used to for a while now. I watched him where he was leaning against the doorjamb with a blank expression, his eyes saying otherwise.

"It lacks - " I started.

"A woman's touch?" He asked, cutting me off from my teasing answer. He didn't seem to take offence when I shrugged in agreement though. Just nodded his head and smiled glancing around. "Yeah, I've been told that quite a few times." He smiled wanly, falling silent for a while and just looking down at his boots, studying them. I watched the way his jaw tightened, clenching and releasing, his arms tense across his chest.

Until he finally raised his eyes and pinned me with an intense look.

"How do you feel about helping me resolve that issue?" He asked, his face remaining impassive, his question hanging heavily in the air between us as he fell quiet again. Not a simple question by far. In fact, it was a serious one I was floored and surprised by and nearly felt my arms give way under me once it settled in and hit properly. And I looked away from him to collect my sudden scattered and frantic thoughts before he interpreted it wrong.

Before I interpreted it wrong.

Could I stay here, living with Jesse indefinitely? Because that was what he was saying without wording it that way. I was through his front-door less than half an hour and he was already asking me to move in with him. To stay for as long as I want, try and make it work between us, see if our relationship will grow. To share more of my life with him, then I've already done. Take another chance, with nothing really to lose.

I never have with Jesse. He's seen too much already.

It isn't a proposal, he's not asking me to marry him and tie me down, I thought before that rose. It's just an invitation to move in. And if it doesn't work out, or if we collide too much, a clash of personalities, then I can always leave again. We can still try to be together or we can give up. But when I remembered how he had tried to come up and see me and each time it never worked leading me to consider just letting him go; it squeezed my heart like a vice.

I hated being at my mom's at first, not feeling safe, protected. Nervous just to walk down the road, answer the door to a stranger. I'd gotten used to having someone watch over me, whether I agreed to it or not. Used to having his presence invading my space. But I had none of that. And I missed him so much I didn't know what to do with myself as pathetic as it seemed at the time. I couldn't overcome it.

But being faced with an invitation I'd wanted three months ago when he drove away from me, I knew instantly I didn't really need to think about it at all.

If it's one thing the whole disaster with Carson taught me, it's that thinking's over-rated. And wastes too much time. Not to mention I've come to learn it never works when it comes to Specialist Jesse De Silva. And that, was what made me raise my eyes back to him where he hadn't moved or said a word since he asked me. Patiently waiting for me to answer.

So I put him out of his misery, unable to resist leading him along a little. I didn't want our conversation to be serious. It didn't have to be. "I suppose I can have my stuff lying around the place. Maybe leave my toothbrush in your bathroom for a while," I said, shrugging lightly a smile breaking through anyway. "Just to see how it looks next to yours and all that. I don't want it to be a clash of colors or anything."

His grin was almost instantaneous and he dropped his eyes for a second, nodding at me before he dropped his arms hooking them in his pockets and looked back to me. "Sounds good."

"Yeah," I nodded in return, biting my lower lip, thinking of something else I had to say to lighten the moment. I still didn't move though, just watched the sunlight flash across his face through the kitchen window. "You're not the squeeze from the middle of the toothpaste and leave the toilet seat up, type of guy are you?" I asked narrowing my eyes when his eyes twinkled and the grin grew bolder.

"Guilty," He said shrugging apologetically. "Tell me you don't leave the cap off and your hair in the bath plughole?" He questioned and it was my turn to smile wanly.

"Guilty too." I smiled.

"I guess we're evenly matched then," He commented, straightening up from where he was leaning when I stood up and walked towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck holding back long enough. "I guess I can handle your bad habits if you can handle mine," His eyes softened. "I'm glad you're here, Susannah," He remarked, his hand soothingly running through my hair making my eyes grow heavy. "You're making it feel more homely already."

"That's good to hear," I smiled, standing up on tiptoes to become a little more to his level. "Now we've got that out part out of the way, mind if we go test out your bed? You know, just in case I don't like it. I've gone almost three months without you, Jesse and I'm about ready to just rip your clothes off again. So - Whoa!" I exclaimed, laughing lightly with surprise.

I didn't finish my sentence because Jesse had swept me up into his arms and carried me off from the kitchen and to his - our bedroom. "Whatever you say, querida," He smirked, kicking the door shut behind him and gently laying me on the soft sigh-worthy mattress I already knew I'd love. And for the next couple of hours, I let myself become reacquainted with Jesse's delicious, scarred body, giving into the lust I'd held at bay for far too long.

xXx

Jesse was gone when I woke up.

But I didn't have a chance to panic and wonder where he disappeared to, because there was a note lying on the pillow next to me telling me he'd gone to the shop. I smiled, knowing I'm going to have to get used to the fact he can unwind himself from me and creep around the room without disturbing me. Just like I'm going to have to get used to him going off on missions for days or weeks. But when I thought about it and if I was really okay with that; pretty much being relegated to being one of those wives who constantly worries and wonders if he's okay; surprisingly I found I am. Because Jesse will come back. He'll never do anything that would leave me behind pissed at him and pissed at myself.

Considering, I'm very lucky. It's not like he's sent out to Afghanistan or Iraq. And it's what Jesse does best. It's what drew me to him. I won't stop him from doing that.

Placing the note on the bedside table, I pulled the sheet up and around me, climbing off the bed. And then I went in search of my dress and underwear. Wherever Jesse had tossed it anyway. I located my dress thrown into a corner in a crumbled heap, the memory of his quick and strong hands removing it from me followed by the slow kisses and caresses stopped me dead in the middle of his room with a flush.

Once I snapped myself out of that, I looked up and suddenly found my bra hanging off the handle of the door that I know Jesse put there before he went out. I rolled my eyes and shook my head unhooking it. But I couldn't find my underwear anywhere.

Shrugging it off I made for his drawers and hunted through the top one for a pair of his boxer shorts. But when my hand brushed over something cold, metal and solid the blood froze in my veins. And my skin broke out into a cold sweat. I tightened my hand around the sheet I was clutching and slowly moved his clothes out of the way. Coming face to face with a solid silver gun harmlessly sitting in the drawer. Where I'd disturbed it as if it's a lurking monster woken from a deep sleep. And it sure as hell felt like one. When it's sitting in your hand, hard and heavy, it's like its taint brushes off onto you too.

And there's no getting rid of that feeling once you do.

Sucking in a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, I grabbed the nearest pair of dark blue shorts and slammed the door closed on the gun. Releasing a heavy sigh when it was out of sight again. I quickly pulled on Jesse's boxer shorts and picked up the t-shirt he'd been wearing for the morning. As I slipped it over my messy hair I inhaled the pure scent of soap, aftershave and just plain Jesse. A heady mix that helped me walk away from what I found in the drawer. I threw the sheet back on the bed, leaving it unmade with a simple shrug and walked out into the hall and the kitchen.

I was just grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge and knocking off the cap when I heard the front door open and close. "Hey," Jesse said, eyeing me in his shorts and shirt again. "Am I going to have any clothes left for me anymore?" He asked playfully, dropping the brown paper back of groceries onto the table, pulling out a pallet of strawberries and waggling his eyes at me. I laughed, shaking my head.

"They're comfortable!" I pouted, taking a swig of my beer before continuing. "Besides, they're easier and quicker to remove," I grinned, leaning against the counter. He laughed, a sound I rarely hear from him. But it sends shivers through me when he does. And nearly made me drop my beer to the kitchen floor too. "Thanks for the note by the way, I just loved waking up to a piece of paper," I remarked. But he just raised an eyebrow. "I don't suppose you know where you threw my underwear do you? I couldn't find them."

He leaned against a chair and shrugged nonchalantly.

"I have no idea, querida," He said, nothing hinting in his voice or his expression.

"Sure you don't," I muttered, taking a mouthful of beer to stop the smile from coming out. The game of guess the truth with Jesse was more fun than I was going to admit to him. Instead I stood up and looked longingly towards the beach and the sun low on the horizon. I guess time flies when you're having fun, I smirked internally. "I'll leave you to put the groceries away. I'm going to sit on the beach for a while. Soak up the last rays of the sun." I quipped headed for the back door.

I was just stepping through the threshold when Jesse's voice came to me.

"Susannah!" He called, something in his voice making me turn and stare at him. His hands were tense on the chair he was gripping, his jaw clenching like he wanted to say something but didn't know how. I didn't move, I just waited for his next move. A move that would determine how our relationship was going to progress. Whether he'll constantly be on vigil for me, on edge about letting me wander off alone. If it was that case, I wasn't sure what I would have done.

"Nothing," He said eventually, giving me a smile allowing me to release a quiet breath. Instantly relaxing and grateful he didn't say what I knew he was so desperate to; 'Be careful,'. And I knew how much restraint it took for him to let me start taking care of myself. And I resisted my desire to run into his arms and kiss him for it. "I'll be out in a minute." He finished, letting go of the chair and standing up straighter.

"Okay," I nodded, giving him a small smile. "Thank you, Jesse."

He inclined his head the slightest bit and I escaped through the back door, closing it behind me. One major obstacle that could have promised disaster, thankfully averted.

I walked across the wooden decking in my bare feet and down the steps. Not looking around me and the long stretch of beach either side, I just walked straight down to the water, not stopping until my feet were being splashed with the cool clear liquid. It was almost like it was grounding me. Washing away any lingering feelings I had about the gun in the drawer. I'd come to expect everything else, but I hadn't about that. And I knew I would have to tell Jesse about it. I don't expect him to move it. I just want him to know I know it's there. I don't doubt he has other weapons around the house in places I couldn't begin to imagine.

I just hope I never find any of them either.

I lifted a foot and tickled the top of the water with a toe. A content smile dancing across my sun-kissed face, my arms out either side of me keeping my balance. When I put my cold foot back down into the water, washing the sand off that was clinging to my skin, I looked up at the sun. The sky was a blaze with oranges and reds. A touch of purple far off into the distance, giving me a sense of being home in Carmel. And I just felt even more relaxed than I already was.

A perfect and amazing round of love-making with Jesse. A cold beer in my hand, warming my belly and my veins that would otherwise be cold standing on the beach close to twilight. I couldn't have asked for more. And when I turned around to find Jesse had snuck up on me again, I knew that was the icing on the delicious and irresistible cake. I walked up to where he'd laid a blanket out, a pack of beer sitting next to him where he was stretched out, sitting up on an elbow with a bottle in his hands. I languidly sat next to him, planting my bottle in the sand and turning to look at him.

"How long have you been out here?" I quietly asked, soothed by the feel of his hands raking through my hair splashed out around me.

He gave a small shrug and moved his hand to push his shirt up and trace his fingers across my stomach. "Not long," He said, his dark eyes sparkling from the sun burning brighter as it descended lower. "You looked too inviting standing out here, so I thought we could watch the sunset together. Not that it's what I really have in mind of course." He gave me that lopsided grin, his handsome face lightening with the expression.

"That's fine by me." I said, reaching out to pull him down to me, his weight half lying across me comfortable.

I just had time to catch his wide white smile before my eyes fluttered closed and his hand crept around my side, his thumb stroking my skin his lips softly taking what he wanted. Slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue made a deep, soul wrenching sigh tug free from me my heavy arms sliding around his back holding him to me. And I lost myself to the feel of his warm hard body. The gentle kisses and caresses he was pouring on me. And the lulling sounds of the water lapping at the shore making it the most perfect moment I could have imagined. And I didn't even care how soppy it sounded or felt.

Because it was all amazing.

When we slowly came up for air, I just collapsed back, laying my head on his outstretched arm. My arms felt too lethargic to lift them, so I settled with holding onto his muscled, tan forearm where he was bracing himself above me. I looked up at him beneath my lashes, letting his eyes roam over my face, entranced by the look in his deep dark eyes. It would have had to have taken a pretty large bomb to have gone off next to us to have made me look away from him then. He had me hook, line and sinker.

I never back down from his stare. Whether it's filled with anger, lust or just pure admiration. I always meet it.

"Thank you for taking me up on my offer, querida." Jesse softly said, breaking the daze I was in with his gravelly voice.

I sighed lightly, almost overwhelmed at the look in his eyes. "You didn't think I'd have said no, do you?" I asked, his stoic response confirming to me that he did think that. Not that I was really surprised. "It was pretty much a given, handsome. Why would I pass up on the opportunity of waking up wrapped up in your arms every day and living right on the beach? You've got me now."

I smiled when his eyes darkened and a corner of his mouth twitched. It didn't take me long to realize it's his eyes that give him away to the strong emotions. His smirks and smiles were all knee-jerking. But when his eyes darken the way his do, then I know I'm in trouble. Big trouble.

I laughed when he suddenly rolled over onto his back and draped me across him; my loose hair falling around him. I let his hand that crept up my back and under my hair guide me down to him, kissing him again. His other warm, rough hand slipping beneath his t-shirt, his touch so light it was causing shivers to race through me that wasn't due to the dropping temperature. My hands went anywhere they could get purchase, loving the feel of his thick wavy hair sliding through my fingers in tufts. At the way he would groan with how good it felt just like his hands sliding along my skin.

The kiss didn't last long and I laid my head on his shoulder enjoying his hand running down my hair and tickling me. I closed my eyes and gave in to it.

"The sun's gone for another day," Jesse's deep baritone filtered through the haze to me. The sound rumbling through his chest and into me. I opened my eyes a little and looked out at the horizon and the star-like sparkles on the water. But I soon closed my eyes again and surrendered to moulding to his body. I don't how long I lay on Jesse, just listening to the water and the sounds of his close even breathing. But when I opened my eyes again, the moon was low in the sky promising to be bright and luminous.

Not wanting to move but knowing I needed to, I slowly rolled off him and fell to his side, curling back into his warmth an arm across his chest, using his as a pillow again.

I didn't close my eyes again, I just looked up at the blue hue of the sky and the bright stars that were coming through. Before long Jesse broke the silence, easing us back to the land of reality. "How did your mother take you leaving again?" He asked, turning his head to stare down at me softly. The years of hard-work and battle had made their mark on Jesse's features. But looking up at his completely relaxed expression then, I only thought he looked even more handsome and unbelievable sexy.

And all mine for the taking.

"She was okay. The real inquisition started when I said I was coming here with you," I said ruefully, remembering her 'knowing' look. "I had to fight off her then. But she's fine. She knows I'll make visits more often now. We've done all the talking we can, the airs clear now for the first time in too long. It was hard and I definitely don't want to be doing it again anytime soon. She wants to be there when the trial starts though. For moral support."

Jesse nodded and leaned over to kiss me on the head, offering his silent support too. When he settled back I turned my eyes to him and away from the night sky.

He pretended he didn't know I was watching him. So I sat up on my elbow and stared down at him. "What about you?" I asked, watching him while I smoothed a hand over his chest. He raised his eyebrows, his scar turning bluey white in the moonlight strengthening and shining down like a beacon over the water and on us. "Right, pretend you don't know what I mean. Very clever. But I'm not letting you off the hook that easily. When are you going to get in contact with your family?"

"Susannah - " Jesse started with a sigh, but I carried on ignoring him.

"Remember, we talked about this a couple of weeks ago," I confidently reminded him. "I'm building bridges with my family, Jesse. After everything how couldn't I do it? But it's more important with you. It's your sisters and your parents. Don't you think they want to find out you're okay? That they might actually want their son back? What happened in the past can stay there. Don't rob yourself of something like this, Jesse. It's not worth it."

He gently removed my hand from his chest and levered himself up keeping his stiff back to me. His arms dangling between his up-raised knees.

"Not everything is that simple, Susannah." He quietly said, not bothering to turn and look at me as he spoke. Though his voice sounded strained and regretful.

"True," I conceded, sitting up to drape an arm over his shoulder, resting my chin there. "It'd be nice if it was though, right? Look, I'm not saying you have to do this tonight or even tomorrow. But, soon. The longer you put it off the harder it'll be. I'll go with you if you want? You don't have to face them alone. You've been there for me, Jesse. Now let me be there for you. I want to be." I ran a hand down his arm, entwining my fingers with his.

He turned to look at me then, searching my eyes for my sincerity. I just let him until he found what he was looking for. "I'll think about it." He said eventually.

I narrowed my eyes and sighed. Knowing I couldn't push him into doing something he's not ready for. That he has to make the decision himself. Because I'm the same when it come to that. So I nodded and turned so my head was resting on my hand, looking out towards the water. I felt him relax again after that. His defences shaking under the pressure. But in one of his patented lightning moves, he suddenly had me pinned to the blanket again, his nose brushing against mine and a smile across his face.

"Is this what we're going to be doing with your time-off?" I asked, cheekily, glad he was out of his quick defensive mode and back to the Jesse that has me breathless without trying. But I didn't like the intent look in his eye that told me he was up to something. So I attempted to distract him, all the while knowing it would never work. "Frolicking in the sand, skipping dinner and sunsets?"

"Maybe. But I have a better idea right now. How about a swim under the stars?" He joked, waggling his eyebrows. I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"Nah, I'm o-kay - Jesse!" I cried, suddenly being pulled to my feet and whipped over his strong shoulder within seconds. Getting past the shock of such a quick move I soon noticed just where he was heading. Away from the blanket and not in the direction of the house either. "Jesse! Put me down! Don't you dare throw me in there you bastard! You aren't getting any sex for a week if you do!" I shouted, slapping him on the back. "I'll scream for help!"

"Scream all you want, querida. This is a private beach and most of the other beach-houses are empty. Which means no-one is going to hear you. Maybe except for the man on the moon," He laughed jostling me a bit. "Besides, you and I both know you wouldn't last a week without sex. You can't resist me and you know it!"

"Yes I can! You're making it very easy to right now," I retorted, making him laugh harder. But I couldn't keep the act up and ended up laughing too. It's hard not to when you're suddenly thrown over a man's shoulder and threatened with a late night dip in cold water. Especially if that mans Jesse. I couldn't step back from how good it felt just to laugh for the sake of it. "Okay, okay, I give in. Just don't drop me in the water, its fricking cold!"

"Whatever you say," He smugly replied. The next thing I knew, I was thrown from his shoulder and caught in his arms before I could hit the sand and the water he was paddling in. I didn't even have time to yelp he pulled it off so fast. I clung to his neck, my eyes wide and a laugh sitting on the tip of my tongue. "Caught you."

I pressed my lips together to hold back the nervous and excited bubble of laughter and let him carry me for the second time that day. When we reached the blanket he set me down on my feet before wrapping an arm around my waist, one of his feet hooking around my ankle and taking me off my feet, dropping us. It was so perfectly synchronized the way bent his knees and took the force of the impact on them and his arm; I just let my trust in him take over.

When he landed on me, his weight pressing me down, I grinned wickedly, running a finger through his scarred eyebrow.

"You look a little cold, Susannah. Maybe I should help warm you up a bit" He commented lazily, nudging my hair aside with his nose before he started kissing my neck. Small feather-light presses of his lips and I shivered with anticipation. The beer I'd had earlier was starting to ebb off, so the delightful temptation of Jesse using another way to keep me warm was a great idea. I was powerless to stop him anyway as his hand threaded through my hair tilted my head back so he could attack my jaw and throat with more nips, licks and scrapes of his teeth.

I sighed with a pleasant hum, hooking a leg over him and relaxing beneath him again.

"Sure," I got out between breaths, swallowing down the mind-numbing hypnosis he was weaving around me. "I'm at your - mercy!" I whimpered when he bit on my neck's pulse point, brushing his tongue over the flaming skin. I gave up trying to say anything else at that point. I just basked in the touch of him letting my mind wire out of control and lay down to his advances. I was so completely lost before he'd even begun.

When I suddenly couldn't feel his lips or hands on me, I opened my eyes and caught him staring down at me. Much like he did the first time we made love. I raised a hand in almost slow motion and rested it against his cheek, my breathing a little heavy. He raised his hand and held it against my much smaller one, keeping it in place and leaning into the touch. The intensity of his eyes caused my heart beat to leap again. I kept quiet, waiting for him to speak. But his lips came down and lingered across mine once, twice, three times before he finally did. Brushing against mine as he spoke and whipped the air from my lungs.

"You know," He commented casually and I held my breath as a miasma of emotions coursed through my mind. "I think I'm in love with you, querida."

But before I could process that or say anything, he kissed me properly sweeping away any thought or answer I might have had. His hands crept down my sides and edged under my shirt again. Caressing and possessing wherever they touched with his rough calloused palms. Skilled, strong and protective hands holding me close. His kiss filled with so much affectionate, I could feel my chest tighten. He continued to erase my suddenly alert mind slowly and tantalizingly. Snagging the emotion I kept deep down and pulling it up further and further to the surface.

I couldn't do anything but wrap my arms around his back, my fingers clinging to him for dear life as he wrenched every drop of feeling from me. I whimpered again purely because I felt so powerless and at his mercy. And I didn't care. I couldn't care, because everything about the way he treated and grazed me screamed of what he just said. His words, actions and looks all mixing together to leave me wondering how long I had been seeing it, but not understanding.

Jesse was drawing me out and I was completely helpless to stop him. And it had never felt so good. I didn't ever want it to end.

I want Jesse. His hard-ass exterior, but soft, affectionate and playful nature when we're alone. The way he closes off when he gets too overwhelmed and can't control his reaction quick enough. Like he might let something slip and be caught in a weak state. My desire for the lover that makes me burn with pleasure and passion, drawing every ounce of strength and lust from me until I'm exhausted, sated and prickling with tendrils of fire. I ache for the dangerous, protective and safe man I hated in the beginning, but love now.

Love.

The realization hit me so hard I pulled away from the kiss and stared at Jesse in astonishment. "What is it?" He asked roughly, concern flooding his eyes when I just lay beneath him and stared at him in wide-eyed wonder. I wanted to say something profound but I couldn't move my lips yet. I wanted to laugh nervously but the sound wouldn't appear from my dry, raspy throat. Because the more it settled in, and I let it unravel in my mind, the stronger it grew. Until I discovered it wasn't with nerves. But more, disbelief and shock.

But most of all, I was awed by him.

"At what point did I fall in love with you, too?" I asked, genuinely curious, ignoring the flashes of memories trying to enter my mind, but it was too vacant on anything but him. Jesse's eyes widened and he leaned back a little, a slow smile stretching across his handsome features as my words settled in. I shook off the curiosity and smiled back; biting at my lower lip. "Wow. . . I thought that would be harder to say. It feels good though," I said, raising a hand to slowly run it through his hair. Jesse closed his eyes and bowed his head slightly.

"Jesse - " I tried saying soon after, needing a way to relieve the pressure building up in my chest. Trying to convey just what I thought and felt.

I've loved before. I said it the first time when I thought I would love my high-school boyfriend forever. And I've said it to one or two guys in the past that burned me and left me wary and conscious of men. Hard, detached and with promises that I will never let a man hear me say that again. And all those times I'd thought I was in love, I never felt the pressure making my heart physically hurt. My breathing hitch and burn at me. And I flicked my eyes down to Jesse's chest, wondering if he felt that too.

"I know." He murmured, opening his eyes and looking at me with complete understanding. Even though he never saw where my eyes had gone, he still knew. How could I ever have accused him of not having a soul when I was staring right into it at that very moment? Seeing everything for myself.

But I didn't have the chance to dwell on that. Because he came down to me and got back to finishing what he started. With the whispered word spoken in English and Spanish slithering from one pair of lips to another before, during and after the after-math of making love right there on the beach. Under the eyes of the man on the moon. Staying right there, lying on the blanket by the water, and having finally said what I suspect I'd been feeling for a while.

I was light, happy, powerless . . .

But completely and irrevocable free.

Like a piece to the puzzle that falls into place, you could tell how we felt from the look on our faces. We was spinning in circles with the moon in our eyes, no room left to move between you and I. We forgot where we were and we lost track of time, and we sang to the wind as we danced through the night...

A/N 2: I know I said the anonymous reviews on my profile page would only be one time, but this again turned out longer than expected. So once again they're on my profile page. Any anonymous reviews submitted for this chapter will be placed there too so you don't miss out on a reply. :) Thank you for reading!