The loud knocking at the bedroom door woke them both up with a start. David stretched and clamped his hands onto Fiona's stomach anchoring her to him. He loved sleeping next to her. He wasn't ready to let her out of the bed just yet.

"Ninj! Wake up there is some guy at the door who wants to see you." Dan shouted from the landing.  Dan was relieved he had woken her up and a little worried that David would have a go at him if he was interrupting anything.

"Who the hell is that?" she replied. Fiona groaned stretched and began slowly stroking David's side. Never in her wildest fantasies even the ones with Mel Gibson and or Brad Pitt, had she made love like they did last night. She wanted to stay in that bed forever.

"Well, he is Scottish and says he needs to speak to you." Dan responded, "What do you want me to do?" Dan just wanted to escape the landing. He really did not want to eavesdrop on more sex noises. He hadto  put his ear plugs in and cover his head with a pillow last night. 

"Arrgh, let him into the living room, I will be down in five." Fiona wracked her brain for the mad relative who had tracked her down. 

"Lady, you will be nowhere in five minutes apart from under me being taken to heaven and back."David whispered into her neck, "Let's see how you like the first thing in the morning sex." he turned her over and kissed her passionately.

Fifteen minutes later Fiona managed to get out of bed. She quickly dressed in tshirt and jeans and skipped down the stairs. She passed Dan in the hallway and he looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Dan are you ok?" She was genuinely alarmed at his appearance.

"I just need you to know, I had no idea who he was or I wouldn't have let him on the house Ninj I swear. It's taking all I have not to knock the guy out." Dan cuddled her.

"OK back up Dan, what is going on?" she gave him a perplexed look.

"Go in and see for yourself." Dan backed away from her with an apologetic look on his face.

Fiona, still in her post coital serene state was genuinely lost and intrigued as to who was in the living room. She could hear a shuffling in the room. She braced herself and walked in to the room mindful that it must be someone awful to upset Dan.

She stood stock still and her mouth gaped open. There sat in the room was Paul her ex fiancé. He had a black cashmere peacoat on and grey flannel trousers which emphasised his light blond hair, his pale blue eyes looking up at her. He broke into a wide grin and jumped up to greet her with a hug.

"Fi, I have spent most of this weekend trying to track you down, wow you look amazing." he hugged her. She stood rooted to the spot, lost for words. Her arms clamped to her side. She had just come her emotional compass from insanely happy to ready to punch someone's lights out in one second.

"You ok Fi? I am so sorry I tracked down your address from the Christmas Card you sent Gordon and Karen. Don't be angry with them, I practically begged them for it. I am down on a course and I thought you and I could maybe.." 

"Could maybe do what?" she found her voice.It was flat and emotionless. How she had played this scene in her head a thousand times. She had practiced a few speeches in the mirror. The scene in her head would be her looking drop dead amazing and her verbally eviscerating him in front of all of his friends and colleagues and then she would leave him gasping for words behind him. Of the thousand scenarios she had prepared herself for unfortunately this was not one of them.

"We could grab a bite to eat and have a pint." he smiled. Paul hoped that the meeting would give him a chance to explain what happened. He was however very distracted by how she looked. Different, new and clearly in shock to see him.

Fiona steadied herself against the chair and then sat on the edge taking a few moments to compose herself. She could not push away the memory of the last time they had been together when she came home and found him with Gillian.

April 1994

Fiona was on her last night shift of seven bone tired and missing Paul like crazy. It was 5 am on a Sunday Morning. The last woman in labour had delivered at 2 am. There were no calls from early labouring women, no potential issues on the Antenatal ward and six midwives bored stiff sat around the central office drinking tea to keep awake.

"You know, I remember being just engaged and the hot, hot sex Alan and I used to have." reminisced Anne one of Fiona's colleagues, "Enjoy it whilst you can, cos it will wear off, we have sex about twice a year now."

"I remember not wearing knickers in the house, cos there was no point, they were whipped off constantly." laughed Sandra the Senior Midwife on duty.

"Yes and I remember really liking giving a blowjob, I mean liking it! I could suck dick for Scotland!" chimed in Linda from the kitchen, bringing in a tray of tea.

"Ladies! Enough! It's been a whole week and I am not coping well! Night shift is always hideous as Paul works long hours and I am at work before he gets home." Fiona sighed, "Another cup of tea?" Fiona motioned to pour.

"No.," said Sandra, "There is enough of us on if a bus load of pregnant tourists were to all spontaneously want to push a baby out.Why don't you go home and see that hot boy of yours and give him the time of his life?"

Fiona did not need second bidding. She quickly changed and ran to her car. The early Spring meant it was still frosty and her thoughts drifted to Paul fast asleep in their bed. She stopped and bought some pain au chocolates from the bakery on Rose Street and turned her car through the empty large streets of Edinburgh parking outside their flat, a large Georgian Block.

As soon as she put the key in the door she knew that something was wrong. She quietly closed the large door and crept inside. The first door on her left was their bedroom and she could hear whispers and kisses coming from inside. When she was sure it was not the television left on, she gently pushed the door open and crept to the bottom of the room. Their bedroom was massive, the double bed always looked tiny up against the wall. The high Georgian ceiling making it look more like a chamber than a room. She took a position with her back to the wall and allowed her eyes to adjust to the darkness.

Gillian was straddling Paul, making strange noises as he thrust into her. Paul sat up and embraced her as they moved together as he looked ahead he saw Fiona with her arms folded holding a bakery bag. He pushed Gillian off him and sprang out of the bed grabbing the cover all in one fluid movement. Fiona burst out laughing and slid down the wall in hysterics. Gillian grabbed Paul's dressing gown and covered herself up edging towards the bedroom door.

"Where are you going?" Fiona managed between bouts of laughter pointing at Gillian.

"I think I should leave!" said Gillian quietly scouring the floor for her clothes.

"You haven't finished, surely it would be right to at least come??" Fiona managed between gales of laughter.

"Woah Fi, it's not what it looks like." Paul placed his hand on her shoulder. He was at a loss of what he should do.

"So you accidently slipped your dick into her vagina then?" Fiona stared at him throwing his hand away from her.

"No, it means nothing, I am with you and this, this is a.." Paul hid his hands in his face thinking, searching for the words to explain what Fiona witnessed.

"This is you being caught you bastard!" Fiona managed to squeak still laughing she threw the pastries on the bed. "That's your post-shag breakfast and this is me leaving you for ever!"

Fiona bolted for the front door at break-kneck speed.

Paul tried to stop her by blocking her way out of the bedroom. He looked terrified and ridiculous all at the same time.

"Hands off! You lost the right to ever, EVER, touch me again, hope you enjoy telling everyone this is over." Fiona spat the words at him.

Fiona sprinted down the stairs and ran to her car. Fiona could not see for the tears that tripped down her face. She pulled over on George Street had a really good sob and then drove to Heather's house and cried for a whole weekend. She sent Heather to get her things and made the plan to move to London.

David's voice in the Hall snapped her back to the present.

"OK, you sex goddess. I am going to get the papers, some food. Then I am then taking you back to my bed. You are going to wear my Boston Celtic's top and you are going to read the sports section to me, telling me all about how great Larry Bird played. Then we are going to get ready, have that pre-date shag you like. I will be all smutty throughout dinner and then we are going to come back here and I am going to make last night look like a drop in the ocean. What do you say to that!" David entered the living room with a flourish and saw that Paul was sat there. "Wow totally inappropriate statement there, I apologise, you her cousin or something?"  David stuck his hand out and shook Paul's hand.

"Ehm no, we were.." Paul looked at Fiona and then back at David," I was engaged to her."

David's body language changed within an instant. He withdrew his hand and drew himself up to his full height and size, setting his jaw as he spoke to Fiona, "You ok?" Fiona nodded her head.

"You need time alone with him?" David asked scouring Fiona's face for a sign that she was coping.

Fiona nodded again. She was overwhelmed. Anger made her lost for words. However, her temporary aphasia was mostly due to David being so very furious. It was terrifying.

David let out a long breath, squared himself and addressed Paul directly. "You know bud, all that I said outside there," he gestured to the hall with his thumb, "that isn't even the half of what I want to do with her. She is very special to me and if you dare to hurt her again, I will hurt you in ways that you haven't even imagined yet. Now I am going out to find the US papers and that may take fifteen minutes, however, when I get back I would like you not to be here." David walked out the room and slammed the door so hard that three of the living room pictures fell down.

"He is intense," Paul laughed, "you and him.." Paul gestured that Fiona and David were an item.

"None of your business Paul. Remember when your penis went in any vagina but mine? That was when you lost and right to know what is going on with me. What do you want?" There it was. The bile had been rising in her throat. She vented all the hurt she could with those words.

"I thought we could, you know, hang out." Paul wanted more than to hang out. Simply put he missed her.

"Oh!" she slapped her forehead, "Is that wanker speak for I thought you would still be crying yourself to sleep over me, so I thought I would chance a sympathy fuck?" Fiona was on a roll now. She needed Paul to leave. Her heart still ached from the summer. Not an acute ache, more a grumbling annoyance.

"No, well, no." Paul looked conflicted. "Look,  Gillian is not you." he sighed. It was true. Gillian was different. 

"Really, it took you this long to work that out?" Fiona practically spat the words at him. That nagging ache in her heart was really annoying her. 

"She is great in her way, but the whole package?" he shook his head," She doesn't make me laugh like you do, she doesn't light up a room like you and she definitely isn't as good as you in the bedroom," Paul admitted. Once the thrill of the affair wore off Paul was left with a very annoying dull woman in Gillian.

Fiona laughed out loud. "Oh Paul, fuck off out of the house please and never EVER speak to me again." Being angry was exhausting and she really just wanted to get back into bed with David and feel great again.

"Oh Fiona, this is not playing out the way I wanted it too. Can I start again?" He pleaded with her, "I am a total twat, I hurt you in the worst way possible. You know this is the first time you have spoken to me since that morning. I didn't want that to happen and I loved every pore of your being but you scared the crap out of me!" Paul admitted.

"Sorry, can you say that again?" Fiona laughed incredulously.

"Fiona, you are amazing and perfect and intense and.....I was so consumed by you that I had to see if there was a life outside of you, I felt that I would always be in your shadow, always Fiona and Paul, I know I am not making sense..." Paul shook his head. He needed Fiona to know that he didn't set out to hurt her.

"Go on." Fiona nodded, "You aren't but I think I should hear you out."

"I wanted to explain it all to you. I got drunk one night and I am not blaming Gillian, it's just she was there and I explained how I felt about us to her and it kind of all got mixed up and twisted into her wanting to be you and...and .. then you caught us. I am so ashamed of that Fiona, you must know that."

Fiona's eyes began to fill and she nodded for Paul to continue. Damn aching heart. Betraying her again. She felt as though she was dying from a thousand cuts. The wounds opened up that she thought had healed for ever.

"I tried to run after you and tell you, fix it, fix us. You ran away so fast that I couldn't, look I know what I did was unforgivable. I want you to know that I will love you until the day I die and that whoever gets you will be the luckiest man on the planet." It was truthfully how he felt. He loved her then and now. He gambled his future happiness on listening to his parents and following an urge that he should have known better than to follow through with.

The tears spilt down Fiona's face, she could not speak, she continued to nod at Paul.

"You know you will see me again, your cousin is marrying my mate, so also brought your wedding invite." he took an envelope out of his pocket and placed it on the mantelpiece " It was my excuse to see you and apologise to you in person because I owe you that at least."

"Your timing as always is shit Paul," she laughed, "if you had been here even two months ago I would have dropped everything and ran back to you.  I have given us a lot of thought and I am sure that at some point in our relationship I would have been too much for you. It is best we found it out now and that we can somehow, sometime in the future be friends. That  isn't now, but I am sure in the future it will be." She walked over and kissed him gently on the lips. "Now I am going to have Olympic Medal Winning sex, so if its ok with you, can I ask you to go and I will look forward to having a drink with you at my cousin's wedding in July."

Paul nodded. He left the invitation and made to leave. "You know we could have had all of this and more." He looked at her sadly. "It will be to my shame that I did that to you."

Fiona stood rock still in the living room. Tears spilt down her cheeks. She was at loss of what to say or do. Why here, why now. "I know..." Fiona looked at the floor. She took in a deep breath and wiped her tears. She gathered herself and smiled. "Now I have the hope of something even better." 

She left the room and Paul followed her. She opened the door and he walked through and stood on the doorstep. 

"You going to make a mixtape about this?" Paul smiled. He knew this woman.

"Nope. I am too busy being done right by David." Fiona saw the look of shock that flitted across Paul's face as she slammed the door. 

David returned with papers, coffee and pastries to find Fiona in bed wearing his Celtics top and nothing else.

"I don't want to give him another thought. I don't want any of our time taken up giving energy to the wanker. I do want you inside me in the next two minutes, is that ok?" Fiona smiled and opened the duvet.

"I am happy to oblige ma'am so any other commands?" he laughed taking off his top
and slipping out of his shoes.

"We can improvise." she laughed patting the bed for him to come in.

After another round of excellent lovemaking, Fiona lay with her head on David's chest reading out the sports section.

"He then scored a drop from twenty yards and won the match in his usual efficient and fluid manner, dominating the opposition consistently throughout the match."

"Hmm."'said David with his eyes closed. "I am ticking off a lot of sexual fantasies today and storing up my wank bank for future lonely nights in Boston."

"Wow, I forgot about that." Fiona was taken aback. She had totally forgotten for the moment that David was going for six months. Since beginning this whatever it was they had sprinted at break length speed into a full relationship.

"I am going to Boston for six months and I am going to pine for you every goddam minute!" he drew her up to him and kissed her gently, running his hands over her bottom.

"Shut up!" she laughed, "when do you leave?" She needed to know. Six months of him being away would be torture.

"Eighth, that's in two weeks," he shifted to look at her, "you got any holidays to take?" David began to hatch a plan.

"Yes, two weeks why?" Fiona wondered what David was up to.

"Come with me to our house in Snowdonia, my aunt kinda looks after it and she could do with a break. It's been too long since I was there and I would love to spend my last weeks with just you."

"Really?" she laughed, "Not with the lads?" Fiona was genuinely taken aback. She thought that David was surgically attached to their housemates.

"Seeing that asshole today made me realise that you are too special not to spend every waking moment either inside you, thinking about being inside you, talking to you, not talking to you, laughing with you...." He kissed her tenderly.

He missed out that he had no clue how he was going to go away from her, ever.

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