Oh what a great Sunday this is. Storms has died down, power is holding, so I am just *wallowing* in fic!! Another wonderful story. I love, love, love your dialogue. It just sounds so real, and you convey so much. And that whole having/wanting question was a great way to fuel Doyle's uncertainty at the beginning.

“It’s always you.” Bodie’s voice was low and then his mouth was on Doyle’s, and Doyle couldn’t breathe and didn’t care.
- so direct and HOT *g* -