New Orleans

Joe slammed the phone down. No answer. Where the hell was she? Methos said he took her home and that she didn't look like she was in any shape to be going anywhere. He had spent the day pacing the hotel room wondering what had gone wrong in his arguement with Fiona. She wasn't the type to give up and run, no matter what he'd accused her of this morning. Hell, if that were the case then she'd have left a long time ago. There had been a number of arguments between them that had always lead to creative ways of making up. What was so different about this one? Granted none of the past arguments had hit as close to home as this one.

He thought back to his conversation with Methos earlier that day.

"Hello," Methos's voice broke his concentration.

"Methos, it's Joe. Have you heard from Fiona?"

"As a matter of fact I have. I picked her up at the airport and dropped her off at home a hour ago. And if I might add, she looked like hell. I haven't seen that expression on her face in over 400 hundred years."

"So she really is at home?"

"That's what I said. What the hell is going on, Joe?"

"Just leave it alone, Methos. I wanted to make sure she was home, that's all." Joe hung up the phone before Methos could reply.

He had spent the day on the balcony, trying to go over their discussion the night before and figure out what had happened. All he could come up with was that she'd been upset because she thought he was choosing the Watchers over her. Who knows? Maybe, to her, that was the way it sounded.

Joe wasn't able to get a flight out until morning, so he spent one more night in the city. Jack had tried to persuade him to come back to the club and play again but he was too downhearted to even consider it. He spent the evening in the hotel room with a bottle of scotch as company. As hard as he'd tried, he couldn't stomach the liquor, so he sat there, staring through the amber liquid to the bottom of the glass. When he got home Monday, he'd hold her in his arms and tell her no matter what he loved her.

Seacouver (Monday morning)

Fiona woke with a headache and reached for Joe. It was when she encountered a cold empty bed that she remembered that she'd left him in New Orleans after their fight. She didn't have time to consider her actions further. The cool tingling of another immortal interrupted her thoughts.

Fiona pulled herself from bed and drew on the first robe she could lay her hands on, it was Joe's. She wrapped herself in the miles to big robe and holding up the hem so she wouldn't trip, headed to the door. She intended to chase away her visitor. She was sure that it was Methos and she wasn't in the mood to talk to him yet, she'd barely figured out things in her mind.

She was surprised to find Amanda at the door with a determined look on her face. She hadn't seen Amanda since they were all in Paris earlier in the year and wasn't expecting to for a few more months. Of course, the other woman's schedule tended to fluctuate like the wind.

Amanda strode through the door as soon as Fiona opened it, and headed straight to the kitchen before Fiona could dissuade her from coming in. By the time Fiona followed her into the kitchen, Amanda had poured two cups of coffee from the thermos she brought with her. And had dumped a bag of croissants on a plate for them to share.

"Amanda..."

"Not a word, Fiona. Methos called Duncan and told him you'd left Joe in New Orleans. What is going on?" Amanda demanded.

"Amanda..."

"No! Don't 'Amanda' me and don't try and shut me up, I want to know. Joe is my friend and I care about him and don't want to see him hurt."

"And you think I do?"

"That's what it looks like from here." Amanda retorted.

"Amanda, we're friends, I don't want to fight with you. I love Joe, but right now we are having a few problems and I wanted to come home."

"What kind of problems?"

"Oh hell, I can see I'm going to get no peace until I I tell you." Fiona said, then began her story. An hour later, she finished telling Amanda about her argument with Joe.

"Fiona, did you ever think that maybe the reason he freaked out was that he's afraid?"

"Afraid of what?"

"Afraid of becoming to committed to you. In case you might leave him."

"Amanda, I would never leave him."

"Does he know that?"

"I don't know. I would hope that he does, but I really don't know. We've never talked about it."

"Don't you think you better?" she asked sarcastically.

"OK. I'll tell him. Are you happy now?" Fiona answered sarcastically.

"Now, get back to New Orleans and tell him what you told me."

"I wish it were that simple Amanda. He just didn't get it when I tried to tell him the other night."

"It is that simple, Fiona. Did you tell him all of it? That you would never leave him? Did you look him in the eye and say it so he had no reason to question your love? No reason to ever doubt it? That the reason you want him to leave the Watchers is because you fear for him — that you don't want to be the cause of him getting hurt again."

Fiona just looked at Amanda and shook her head.

"Go! Make him understand. I know you love him and you are obviously miserable without him. Go to him. Tell him how you feel."

"You're right. I'm being stupid. Will you call the airlines and book me something that will get me into New Orleans. I'll go pack some clothes and shower."

"Good girl."

"And Amanda... thank you."

Fiona threw some leggings, a couple large shirts, and personal items into a carry-on bag. Once she got her things put together, she took a quick shower and then threw on yet another pair of leggings and grabbed one of Joe's shirts and vests to wear on the plane. She always traveled in comfortable clothes. She figured if she wore his shirt it would help her feel closer to him.

Amanda drove her to the airport and walked her to the gate. They talked until it was time for Fiona to board.

"Now you go talk to him and bring him home. Duncan is taking me out to the island for a little get-away this afternoon. We'll be gone for a few days or so. I want you and Joe here when we get back. Or at least, a message saying things are okay."

"Yes, sir." Fiona laughed. She was glad Methos sent Amanda to talk to her.

Fiona boarded the plane and began her journey back to Joe. It had been a day and a half since she walked out of the room in New Orleans, because she was tired of fighting with him.

Fiona was glad the first-class flight attendants were discreet in their service. She really didn't want to be disturbed. She wanted to think of just what she wanted to say to Joe and how she would say it. Whatever it was, she knew she had to tell him that she was never going to leave him and that she'd love him always.

New Orleans

Jack promised to take Joe to the airport this morning on his way to work. On weekdays, Jack worked at a Crises Center not too far from the airport. Joe sat talking with Jack until it was his turn to board the plane.

"Joe, take it from me. You both need to sit down and talk to each other, and really hear what the the other is saying."

"There are complications to our relationship that you don't know about."

"Joe every relationship has complications. Do they effect the way you feel about her?"

Joe shook his head. He'd love Fiona even if she wasn't immortal.

"Good, then you can go home and talk it out. Hey, buddy, I saw you and her together. If that isn't a woman completely in love then I don't know what is."

Joe settled into his seat and thought about the things Jack had told him. He needed to take a good look at what was said and figure out what had happened on Saturday night. The fight home might just give him more the time to do that.

He called Methos from his layover, to have him pick him up at the airport since he couldn't reach Fiona, and Duncan also seemed to be out of touch. Methos wasn't in a good mood when he met Joe at the gate.

"So are you going to tell me what the hell happened?"

"Did Fee tell you?"

"No, she didn't tell me, except that she didn't want to talk. She wouldn't talk to me last night. I sent Amanda over to talk to her this morning thinking maybe she'd talk to another woman. All I can tell you is that she seemed pretty upset."

"Methos, I'm not going to tell you either, so don't bother asking again." Joe told him gruffly.

"Damn the pair of you. It's no wonder you are in love with each other. You're both stubborn as hell."

Joe didn't reply to Methos's last barb. He just stared out the window as they drove away.

They both expected to find Fiona when they arrived at the house. They were surprised to find an empty house. They found the remnants of the coffee and croissants she and Amanda shared for breakfast. Joe checked the bedroom and found that she'd partially unpacked her bags but her toiletries were gone as was the big carry-on bag she used when she traveled light.

Joe returned to the kitchen and listened to the answering machine thinking there might be a message saying where she was. All there were was his messages to her as well as a couple from Methos, none of which she had listened to. By the phone in the hall, they found a note with an airline and a flight number. A call to the airlines told them the flight number they gave was a flight to San Francisco then on to Australia.

Joe sat down on the sofa. He'd missed her at the airport by an hour.

Methos stood hovering, not quite sure what to do. He wished Sarie hadn't decided to stay home while he was here on business. She was always better at this kind of thing than he was.

"Methos, go home. I want to be alone."

"Joe..."

"Just go!"

Methos went, leaving Joe sitting on the sofa with the flight information still in his hand. He was going to call her solisitor in London and see if they had heard from her.

Joe sat for a while before he went in search of a bottle of scotch. He planned to finish at least that one and maybe even put a serious dent in another. He had no desire to do anything but lose himself in the bottle. He'd really thought she'd be here when he got home. She said she'd be here. He guessed she must have changed her mind about their relationship after all. Part of him was glad that she picked now to leave, before they spent any more time together and he fell any deeper in love with her, if that was even possible. He'd lost a woman he loved a few years before meeting Fee, but Lauren's loss paled to what he was feeling now. He'd just spent six wonderful years with Fiona and now it was over. She was gone and he was left alone to be reminded of their love.

Fiona arrived in New Orleans late in the afternoon. She caught a cab to the inn where she and Joe were staying. The owner informed her that Mr. Dawson had checked out that morning. She'd missed him.

Fiona asked if she could rent a room before she tried to get back home in the morning. She was given the same room that she and Joe shared since it was still empty.

Fiona spent the evening making calls, trying to get back out of New Orleans. It seemed though that she was doomed to remain in the city for yet another day or more. All the airlines were booked and even the standby lists were too long to even hope for a chance to get on a flight out. The flights were crowed from all the people leaving from an extended weekend for the Jazz festival. And now it seemed there was a spring storm that was hitting the city as well, causeing a cancellation of many of the flights.

She finally found something that would get her out of New Orleans and to Seacover, late on Tuesday night. The flight practically criss-crossed the country. The flight took her to Chicago, then a few hour layover before flying to Las Vegas and encountering yet another layover before continuing onto Seacouver via Los Angeles. She didn't like all the layovers, but for now it was the only way to get home to Joe. Maybe from one of the other airports she could try and get a better connection.

Fiona spent the night sleeping on the lounge chair on the balcony. She couldn't face sleeping in the bed, it was to much of a reminder to the mistake she'd made by going home. She done some impulsive things in the past, but this one took the cake. Amanda had been right to call her stupid. She was just glad it was Amanda rather than Sarah. Fiona knew the Scotswoman would have given her hell for leaving in the first place.

The following morning she woke early and caught a cab to the airport to begin her trip back home and to tell Joe how much she loved him.

Seacouver (Tuesday)

Joe spent the rest day looking into the bottom of a bottle. Everywhere he looked there was a memory of her. There was her candles and crystals in the bedroom, her dulcimer sat near where he kept his old classical guitar. She had piles of books all over the house and more candles in the livingroom, from a romatic evening they shared before leaving for New Orleans. The nights were the worst. He could smell her perfume on the pillows. She must have worn his robe, he could smell her scent on his robe. His dreams would leave him waking, aroused and alone.

He decided Tuesday that he wouldn't wallow in self pity any longer and crawled back out of the bottle. He still didn't go to the bar. He wasn't ready to face everyone yet. He sat at home, picking at new melodies and pouring his heart into the songs.

Methos had come by to get his friend to open up but he'd been met with hostility each time. Joe simply didn't want to talk and seeing Methos made it worse. He knew that Methos would someday meet up with Fiona again and resume their affair without a passing thought about him.

Methos had tried to reach Fiona's solicitors in London a few times but he wasn't able to find anything out from them. They had no clue where she was and when she would check in. He'd left a message that if she did check in with them that she was to come home to Joe ASAP. He'd even called Sarah and filled her in on what was going on with Fiona and Joe, or at least as much as he knew. Sarah hadn't seen or heard from Fiona but she gave Methos an earful to pass along to Fee when he did find her. He wasn't sure who he should feel more sorry for; Joe for what he was going through or Fiona when Sarie got a hold of her.

Amanda was nowhere to be found, so he couldn't even ask her what had transpired during her conversation with Fee. Methos was worried about his friend. He tried to reach Duncan, but even the Highlander was gone. He was undoubtedly with Amanda for a lovers' get-away. It seemed that now, when Joe needed his friends, most everyone was gone.

Methos was angry at Fiona for walking out on Joe. He just couldn't believe she would actually do something like that, over something as small as a disagreement. What was the missing piece to this whole puzzle? He knew there had to be more. Joe and Fiona, both, had avoided his questions, which told him it was something big.

By the time Thursday rolled around Joe had spent several days alone at home. Now he had decided to stop pitying himself and move on. He gathered the empty bottles from his drinking binge the first night and threw them all away. He'd actually thought about packing Fiona's belongings but he couldn't, not yet. Maybe just maybe, if he wished it hard enough, she would come home.

He headed into the bar for the first time since they'd left for their vacation. Mike had known he was back in town but Methos had already warned him to leave Joe alone until he was ready to return.

Joe puttered around looking over the paperwork and replenishing the stock. Finally he walked over to the stage and picked up his guitar. He'd been picking at a song during his sober moments this week, now he wanted to put it all together.

I know you never said that you'd be leaving
But your empty bed says that you're gone
I know that darkness doth feed upon sorrow
And that a long night has just began

As he sang the words, he thought about the past few nights he'd spent alone, wishing for her body curled next to his, and knew how true the words were. His nights were long without her to help fill them.

Methos stood in a darkened corner as Joe sang. He knew his friend was hurting. Just listening to the song he was singing brought that fact glaringly to light. He wished he could do something to make him feel better, but he knew there was nothing he could do short of bringing Fiona home and maybe it was even to late to do that.
 

I don't remember to my empty heart
I must explain how one moment so sweet
On a dark city street made the stars fall down like rain.

He listened as the last strain of the song faded away and Joe changed tunes moving from on to another all a reflection of his sadness and hurt from Fiona's leaving him.

"Joe?" he said quietly stepping from the shadows.

"Peter, what are you doing here?" Joe asked, remembering to use Methos's current alias.

"Came for a beer. I am still allowed to do that aren't I?"

"Help yourself, but no questions."

"No questions."

Methos poured himself a beer and sat and listened while Joe continued to play. More of the same songs. He noticed that occasionally he would throw in one that he wrote for Fiona, as if by playing the songs he wrote for her would exorcise her from his soul. Methos knew it wouldn't work. There were some memories that wouldn't go away, no matter how hard you tried.

"Peter?" Joe asked hesitantly a while later.

"Yes."

"How did you go on, when she would leave you?" he asked quietly.

Methos knew what it took for Joe to ask the question. Joe'd never asked him questions about the relationship he'd had with Fiona. It was an unspoken agreement they had when he and Fiona began their relationship.

"I honestly don't remember, Joe. Most of the time our parting was mutual, except for the last time and I think I dealt with it the same way you did, by staying drunk, until the pain of her loss started to invade the alcoholic haze I was living in. That's when I decided I need to go on and that she wasn't coming back. It was three hundred years before I saw her again."

"I don't have three hundred years to wait to see if we'll meet again. Do you think she will ever come back?" His voice uncertain.

"I honestly don't know. She did the last time, I would hope, for your sake, she does this time, but I really don't know. The situation is different, last time she felt like she was coming between all of us and this time... Well... only you and she knows what happened. Whatever is going on in her head no one knows but her, and Amanda isn't even around to help fill in some of the blanks."

Joe didn't say anything he just went back to his quiet playing again. He thought about what Methos said. She had come back last time. But last time was different. She felt like she was the one to blame for all the problems that happened and, if she left, that it would put things right between he and Duncan and Methos. That was before they had six years invested in each other. Would she come back now? Or was this her way of ending the relationship? He really had no clue even where to begin to answer the questions.

"Peter, why did the two of you get married after you'd already been together for so long?" Joe asked quietly.

Methos thought for a moment. "Marriage had never really been all that important to either of us. We were secure with our love for one another and it was never an issue. Then when I thought Sarah died in Lindau and that changed things for me and for Fiona. We always knew that someone better with a sword could take our lives. But, for some reason, it didn't sink in fully until we lost Sarie. It was then that we decided that we should quit playing at being in a relationship and really be in one because we never knew when we could lose one another. We went back to Ireland and had a druid friend of Fiona's handfasted us in the same grove in which she and I met on Beltane."

"Why would you want to take the risk of marriage, knowing the history you shared? The years you were together weren't always the rosiest."

"No, not all the time, but I loved her. It's as simple as that. We knew we could be killed by another immortal the next day but we also know that if we didn't one of us could spend a life time with regrets. Neither of us wanted to face the regrets we'd have if we let this chance slip by us. Is this what your argument with Fee was about?" Marriage?

"In a way, yes," Joe answered quietly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Methos asked.

"Not yet. But thanks, my friend."

Methos watched his friend for a while longer. When he finished nursing his beer he waved to Joe and left the bar.

Joe was alone yet again. He knew his mood chased everybody away but it felt good to have Methos's quiet presence while he played. He was lonely; it was way too quiet in his life without Fiona around. He decided he'd better get out of the bar before the evening crowd appeared and his foul mood chased even the die-hards home. He called Mike out from the office and told him he was leaving.

Joe made his way home. He was tired and drained. He decided one way to make himself feel better was a long soak in the hot tub. They had specially designed a hot tub that would allow him to move his chair next to the tub and with relative ease, slide into and an overhead trapeze aided him in getting out. He turned on the jets and the heater in the hot tub and left to get undressed. As he was heading back to the hot tub the door bell rang. Joe backtracked to the front door figuring it was Methos again and he could either chase him off or invite him to join his as long as the old immortal didn't mind a soak with au natural. He didn't feel like going back and putting on a suit. He was surprised to find Amanda standing there.

"Joe, I came as soon as I heard. What's this about Fiona leaving you?"

"Amanda I don't really want to talk about it," Joe told her as he pulled the robe closer around his body.

"Damn it, Joe! I was with her on Monday and I know for a fact that she was taking a connecting flight to go back to New Orleans to talk to you. Joe, she loves you she would never leave you, ever." Amanda pleaded.

"Doesn't make a difference. She's not here now, is she? Now get out and leave me alone."

"Joe..."

"Amanda I really don't want to talk about it... she was here Monday morning and now she's gone... I left her messages telling her I was coming home. Where is she? Obviously, not here. Hell, it's probably better this way anyway, then she doesn't have to watch me get old."

"Joe Dawson, you are, without a doubt, the most pigheaded man alive. I know for a fact that Fiona will never leave you and you had better get that into your thick skull. That woman loves you far too much to do that." Amanda told him, exasperated with her friend.

He turned away from the door leaving Amanda standing there. He didn't want to hear what she had to say. Fiona was gone and that couldn't be changed by Amanda's rantings. She almost followed him but she knew he would only yell at her again. She decided to go see Methos and try to figure out what had transpired since Monday. The last she knew, Fiona had every intention of going back to Joe. She wished now that she hadn't let Duncan talk her into going to the cabin. She felt like she'd let Fiona and Joe down somehow.

Across town, Fiona's plane had just landed. She had encountered just about every delay possible except hurricanes and earthquakes, trying to get home. She rushed to get out of the airport and find a cab. She wanted to get out of there and home as fast as she could. She knew he was home, he had to be. Fiona's only goal was to get home to see Joe and tell him how much she loved him.

Joe parked his chair next to the hot tub and slid over and into the steaming water. He positioned his stumps over a jet and let the warm pulsing water ease the ache from the continued pressure the prostheses caused. He closed his eyes and was met with the image of Fiona kneeling over him to do what the water jets were now doing.

He'd lost track of how long he'd been soaking when he heard a door close. Must be Methos, he thought. He's the only one who would walk in without knocking. He knew MacLeod would wait till he was ready to talk. As long as he and the Highlander had been friends, he knew that Duncan rarely pushed for information unless he was ready to talk.

Fiona let herself in. She knew Joe was home from the lights that were on. She silently walked through the house looking for him. As she walked out into the porch, she found him soaking in the hot tub. He looked haggard, as if he'd aged in the few days since she'd left him in New Orleans. Didn't he know she was coming home? She'd called from every stop and left messages on the machine. He must not have listened to them, something, she knew she was also guilty of.

"Methos, go home, unless you want to sit and not talk again. I'm really not up to talking. I just scared Amanda away."

Fiona swallowed her pride and said, "It's not Methos."

"Fiona?" he asked turning to look toward the voice behind him.

"Yes, Joe."

"What do you want? Came back to gloat?" he asked turning his back to her again.

She could hear the hurt in his voice and knew it was that same hurt that was talking now. "Joseph! What do you mean gloat? I've just spent the last few days sitting on planes and delayed in airports trying to get back here. I've left messages from every airport for the past three days, telling you I was coming home. There were not any direct flights out of New Orleans so I had to take short flights and deal with long layovers to get home, once I found out you'd come back."

Fiona moved to sit on the side of the tub, watching his expressions.

He looked up at her. She was pale and exhauseted with circles under her eyes from lack of sleep. Joe knew her well enough to know that what she was saying was the truth. Good going Dawson, he thought, chase her off when she's coming back to you.

"You mean... Damn, she was right. I just didn't listen."

"Joe, what is going on?"

"Amanda, she came by today when Methos told her and Mac that you'd left me. She told me that you were going to New Orleans to talk to me. I didn't believe her," he shook his head as he spoke.

Fiona reached out and touched his cheek tentatively. "Joe..."

"Oh Fee... What happened?" he said pressing her hand to his cheek.

"May I join you?"

Joe smiled and patted the water letting her know she was welcome to join him. He watched her as she smiled and proceeded to undress. He noticed for the first time since she walked in that she was wearing one of his denim shirts and his suede vest, both were so large on her small frame that they simply hung off her. She removed her leggings first then proceeded to unbutton her shirt. He also noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra but then, he thought, she rarely did. She threw her clothes onto his chair along with his robe.

Joe watched her as she climbed into the tub and crossed over to him. God she was a beautiful woman. He'd missed her so much the past few days, he ached. He could see her hesitation before sitting down next to him. He could also see she was as unsure of what to do next as he was. Instinctively her reached over and pulled her to him, holding her tight against him.

Ahhh, God, it felt good to hold her in his arms. He'd thought he'd lost his chance to do this forever.

Fiona gave into the tears she been fighting back for days and let them flow against his chest. He held her until her tears subsided, knowing that his own flowed just as freely.

She pulled back a little to look into his hazel eyes. She saw a sadness there that she'd never seen before.

"Joe..." she said as she reached to touch his cheek.

He swallowed before trying to speak. "I thought I'd lost you. I didn't know how I was going to live with that."

"Oh, my love, only someone better with a sword will ever take me from you."

"Fee..."

"Shhhh, I'm not planning on meeting that person. I love you."

"Oh Fee, I love you," Joe told her. He caught his breath then continued, "Fee... about New Orleans, what happened? We were fine and happy and then we weren't. Everything is so jumbled now. All I really remember fighting about is the Watchers."

Fiona sighed, she knew they would have to face this sooner or later. There was no way that they could go on unless they cleared the air about his.

"Joe, it all got started because of me calling you my husband and escalated from there into a fight about the Watchers."

"Oh yes, you want to me leave the Watchers," he said pulling away from her.

"Joe, wait! Before we start this all over again, I want to tell you why I wanted you to leave, I don't think either of us were making things clear the first time."

Joe grunted.

"Joe, I love you. Nothing would make me happier than to be married to you. Wanting to be married isn't something that comes easy for me. It scares me that some other immortal could find out about us and use you against me. It also scares me that there are Watchers who could use me against you. For us to get married, you would have to leave the Watchers, for both our protection. Yours and mine. The decision is yours but know this, nothing you decide will make me leave you."

Joe thought for a minute about what she was saying. She wanted to marry him. That was why she wanted him to leave the Watchers. It wasn't because she didn't like what the Watchers stood for, but so that they could have a chance at happiness with out the fear of someone like Horton, finding out about them and using that knowledge to hurt either of them. Ahhh, God, why didn't he see it the first time. He was so busy defending his position with the organization that he couldn't see what she really was saying. Or his stubborn pride wouldn't let him. Now he needed to tell her what he'd been thinking too.

His voice quiet as he started to tell her what had been going through his mind that night, "As much as I love you, I have always known that one day you will leave me..."

"Joe..."

He put his fingers to her lips, "Shhhh, let me finish.

"I knew you would leave when I became to old and could no longer satisfy you. I went into our affair knowing that. I've been around Immortals long enough to know that. I was scared of being hurt even more by marrying you and, if it is possible, falling even more in love with you. I panicked. That was why I closed you out that night. Marriage has never been something I've ever thought about."

"Joe, I will never leave you. Amanda told me to make sure you knew that, so I'm making it official... I will be with you forever, and I have no intention of ever leaving you."

He looked at her, letting her words sink in. She said she would never leave. "Fee, I'm sorry."

"Oh Joe, so am I. If I hadn't left that next morning we could have avoided a week's worth of hurt. Can you forgive me?"

"Oh, honey, of course I do. How could I not? You mean too much to me." If he thought about it, he'd actually forgiven her the minute he saw her.

"Joe, about the Watchers and marriage, we can decide it together. It's not something we need to do this minute, just as long as we do it together."

"Oh honey..." he started as he pulled her back into his arms.

She cut off his words with a kiss, pouring all the love she felt for him into the kiss. She flicked her tongue across his lips asking for entry. He opened to her and met her tongue with his own, mating in an intimate dance. They sat together for a long time just holding and kissing, enjoying the feel of being together after the misunderstanding of the past week.

Joe ran his hand down her side and across her hips, nudging her onto his lap. She straddled his legs as they continued to kiss. His erection pressed into her. Almost instinctively, she began to move against him. She felt his smile under their kisses. Their passion for each other was one thing that even an arguement could diminish.

He growled as Fiona ran her fingers down his side, tickling him as she went. When she reached his hips she moved across his back and continued downward until she massaged his cheeks. Joe moved, pushing into her, as her hands grasped his backside.

The water swirled around them as they ran their hands over each other. Fiona rose up slightly and then lowered herself on Joe's erection. He groaned as he slid into her hot depths, filling her. He'd missed her this past week and held her still, he wanted to enjoy the feeling of just being buried deep in her again.

Sliding a hand between them he moved down to where they were joined. Slipping a finger between them he moved to find the nub that would lead to her climax. As he moved over her he could feel himself as she slid over him. Joe continued to caress her as she began to move on him in rhythm with his touch. Soon she lost the ability to concentrate as he increased his movements bringing her closer to the edge.

Joe felt her tighten around him as she tumbled over the edge crying out, "Joe..."

Fiona clung to him as the waves of sensation washed through her, filling her the places that he been empty since their fight several days before. As soon as she was able to think she began to move setting a new pace to bring him with her. She reached between them and begun to run her hands across his chest, tangling her fingers in the silver hair sprinkled there and running a nail across the tight nipples burried there. As he neared his own climax, Fiona rolled them over and wrapped her legs around his, letting the buoyancy of the water hold him as he climaxed, thrusting deep into her.

"Fee..." He growled as he came.

They floated together, intertwined. Fiona ran her hands up and down his back, slowly caressing him as they kissed gently. After a while, his softened penis slipped from her and they pulled apart.

"Let me get out of here and let's go to bed, I want to hold you." He told her between kisses.

Fiona sighed, "Oh Joe, I have missed you so much. I couldn't sleep without you next to me. I kept reaching out and not finding you."

"I know what you mean," he replied, wistfully.

Fiona stood and reached for his shirt, pulling in on over her wet body. She watched as Joe raised himself to the edge of the tub and then eased himself into the chair. He bypassed putting his robe on. Instead he just layed it across his lap, as they headed into the house with Fiona walking along side her hand on his shoulder.

Finis

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