> Julia:
> Julia turned to look at Derek once the door was closed, only to stand up
and
> go to him, slipping her arms around his waist and holding him close, just
> needing to feel him near.
>
> She then moved enough to look up at him and raise her hand to caress the
> side of his face, her fingertips shaking a little with reaction to
> everything that had happened.
>
> "When I saw you there.... not moving....." she whispered as the image
played
> in her mind's eye again "I don't care what I've seen or done... it scared
> me....."
>
> "I thought... I thought I'd never hear your voice again... never be able
to
> do this...."
>
> She swallowed, referring to the simple act of feeling him near her,
> touching. She brought her other hand up from around his waist and cupped
> his face, her lips curving into a smile, even if her gaze was still moist
> with unshed tears.
>
> "Or this.." she whispered, gently drawing his face down to hers and giving
> him a feather light kiss and looking deep into his eyes. She'd let him
> decide what he wanted to do but she at least had to let him know, just in
> case he didn't by now.
>
Derek:
Derek gazed down at her feeling...how was he feeling? It was something he
could never have put into words in a million years. He carefully moved his
arms about her holding her tightly. "Julia Walker, what am I going to do
with you?" This was something he had asked her quite often, always, until
this moment, in the throws of exasperation. But this time his voice held a
touch of humor and there was a tender glint in his eyes.
