He took a step into the Bauer house and she spoke softly, "thank you for coming." His response was muted, "I had to see you," and dissolved quickly into silence as he cupped her face in the palm of his hands and laid his mouth upon hers.

Immediately, her arms arose and copied his actions as their lips held and clung, exchanging passion-drenched kisses and in between each kiss, caught amidst their mingled breaths were words begging for -- "Danny, when I called the FBI ... it was never about you ... it was your mother ... it was never you ..." -- and receiving -- "I know ... that�s why I�m here ..." -- forgiveness

He pushed her against the partition and her head banged slightly against the wooden surface, but she was unaware of anything other than his lips upon hers and the need to convince him of her sincerity, of her feelings for him ... "when I told you that I cared about you, I wasn�t lying, I wasn�t ..." and he understood, "no more lies, Michelle. No more lies, we�re gonna fix this right now. Just you and me ..." and he kissed her again ... need and desire throbbing in every touch of his lips upon hers, devouring the taste of her.

Her arms were around his neck, her fingers playing against the curls at his nape and then her hands drifted down to his chest. The buttons of his shirt were undone and as he captured her mouth again, she returned his passion with everything in her and whispered between his kisses, "I am so glad you said that. I know we started off wrong but we can make this right. I know we can make this work." She opened her mouth to him, allowing a sensual exploration and breathed against him the words that had been beating in her blood for so long now ... "I want you. I want you so much ..."