It had been seven years already. It took him some good fourteen months to move on, a little, and agree to move out and elsewhere with her. He needed a break. A break from his past, from the agony of having lost his wife and son. From losing part of his heart, part of his joy and will to live.

He'd never, ever, been a player, old-fashioned and romantic as he'd always been - it did take him a long while to get used to it. It seemed this was how things would work with her – despite the shame and the loneliness, despite the feeling in his gut he was doing something wrong, but so long as she kept coming back to him with that lust in her pretty eyes, he'd do it. WARNING: OOC

The NYPD needs and undercover agent for a very delicate operation. Anything is possible, this is YOUR story - your characters, doing what you want. (or almost...) A Forever game-fic, written mostly for the delightful mental images! (warning: short!)