A/N I just want to say a big 'thank you' to all those who read this story. This is the end of the story. Hope you all will follow Orchid,Part 2 and Bar Stop and enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing those two stories.

*It's an old Florida thing, if you spot the 'flash of green' from the setting sun, all your dreams will come true. Good book, crappy movie.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of SyFy.

I sat back, enveloped in Myka's arms as we watched the flash of green* from the setting sun. Myka sighed as she further sunk into my arms. "Baby? I've got shrimp on the boil, what do you say we make our way to the couch?" Myka murmured into my ear. "Only when you can honestly tell me you have finished all your homework," I whispered back, my hands wrapping around hers as we made our way into the kitchen. "Ever so the teacher, I need to break you of that, Ms Wells" Myka replied as she laid loving kisses against my neck. I gingerly moved her fingers away from my stomach that were tracing my scar.

"The shrimp are ready, as I fear you might be as well," I smiled into her lips as she pushed me against the kitchen counter. Her fingers dancing over my stomach, I then gently glided them down under the hem of my jeans.

I slided Myka's fingers away from my pants as I started to serve up our dinner, " And how was your class? " I asked as I sat next to her, putting the bowls and cool drinks next to us. "About the same as yours, although my regular classes are nothing like yours. I'm still working on my undergraduate degree, and you should be concentrating on your Masters," Myka said nonchalantly as she peeled our shimp, dunking them in the old bay seasoning then feeding each one to me.

After we finished our meal, Myka pressed me down on the couch, reveling in the feel of the warmth from her body pressing into mine, "I am no longer your student," Myka rasped out as she slid those warm, strong fingers over my hardening nipples. "I might be able to teach you a thing or two…" Myka whispered as I moaned my wanton desire as she continued on. "If you are a willing student."

I sighed into her neck as my hips bucked up, trying to find the friction I so desperately needed from those strong fingers of my love. "We are both, on equal ground, as I see it," Myka repiled against my harden nub, her teeth gently tugging and then blowing cooling air over them. "And how...did you come to that conclusion, counselor?" I moaned as I pressed my thigh between her legs, feeling her passion and heat radiating through the denim.

Myka had spent her time unbuttoning my blouse, sliding the offending clothe away from me. With a deft swipe, she removed my bra, her lips dancing over my nipples, my fingers tangling in those glorious curls as I pushed her mouth closer, wanting, needing her to devour my breasts. "My love" I rasped as I pulled her shirt off of her.

I sat back as I devoured her form. Myka was straddling my hips, bare top, her chest gently raising and falling with each breath as I gazed upon her beautiful form. My breath hitched, slowly coming back to a slow rhythm as I watched her. "What?" Myka whispered as my hands slowly worked up the Michelangelo form that was the beauty before me.

"My love" I Whispered as I raised my mouth to meet her pebbled nubs. Her hands curled into my hair, the gentle pressure of her fingers pulling my lips closer to her chest. I started to feel my body stiffen as Myka pulled my jeans down. Her lips trailed down my hips, resting just above the scar on my stomach, from the gunshot. I let out a shaky breath as Myka traced her lips over the swollen scar. "No" I whispered, as her lips, then her tongue danced over the scared ridge. My fingers tighten in her hair as I pulled her face to meet mine. "Baby, please...its just a ridge of scar tissue… nothing more...please, let me love you" I heard her desperate plea. My heart melted as I let Myka trace my scar between her lips.

"It has been almost a year, you and I have made a new life" Myka groaned as she raised herself on both arms, her green eyes pleading with mine. I sighed into her shoulder. Trying to collect my thoughts as Myka slid my jeans down my thighs. "Darling, I know we have started a new life together" I whispered as I held her face in the palm of my hands.

I stilled her hips rocking against mine with the tightening of my legs around Myka's hips. "We may be in a new state, our past behind us." I said as I held her face, our eyes locked. "You are my 'one' as I am yours. But there is no debating the fact that I am ten years older than you." I whispered, my train of thought was derailed as Myka squeezed her hips, feeling her passion, warm and wet against my thigh as she kissed her way down my throat.

"I may have four years of school, you just two, but… we will share this together, sunsets and all. You are my 'one' as I am yours, Helena, and you can not tell me other wise." Myka whispered as her lips traced over the angry ridge of tissue on my stomach.

My head lulled back as I felt her tongue trace over the ridge, my fingers tangling in her hair as I pulled her kissed swollen lips to mine. "I am yours, as you are mine"

"From this time forward, till the end of time, I am yours"

FIN