He couldn't get his best friend and the redheaded diva out of his mind.  He was worried about the both of them, and wondered what more could possibly happen.

As the blond man lay there, very still, he suddenly became aware of the very weak, nearly inaudible sound.  Along with it, the bed was actually shaking ever so slightly.  It was so minor is was nearly unnoticeable - but Jay felt it.

"Nora...?"  He turned over from his back onto his side and reached out for the petite blonde woman laying beside him.  "Honey?"

Although there was no immediate response, the Canadian knew that his girlfriend was crying.  And then, as his fingertips gently found her face, his suspicions were confirmed.  Her cheeks were soaked by hot tears, and he could hear her sniffling slightly.

The little blonde finally spoke, her voice slightly choked from her sobs.

"I-I'm sorry, Jay...I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't..." he said softly.  "I was awake - I can't sleep."  The blond man reached for Nora and gently pulled her against him, his arms tightening around her.  He buried his face into her soft, fragrant hair, then moved so that his face nuzzled hers.

"Shh...it's okay, Nora..."

"I'm so scared, Jay!" the diva exclaimed in a loud whisper, desperately trying to make out his face in the near pitch darkness.

"I know, sweetheart...I know."  He once again found her face with his fingertips and gently wiped away the tears he felt still on her cheeks.

Nora swallowed hard, the feeling of horror not leaving her as she thought about Amy, about Adam.  She couldn't get the images of what she'd seen a couple of days earlier to leave her mind.  It sickened her to think that her former boyfriend had attempted to kill Adam - and he'd shot the redheaded woman in the process by mistake instead - with seemingly no compunction for his actions.  She now knew for certain that if Paul wasn't merely a cold, calculating son of a bitch, he was completely, utterly insane.  It all chilled her to her very marrow.

And she couldn't help fearing that he might come after her next - her and Jay.

As her sobs grew louder in volume, the blond Canadian man stroked her face and hair tenderly, a feeling of helplessness coming over him.

"Nora, don't cry - please don't cry..."  His voice was filled with sadness, which made the petite blonde feel even worse.

"I-I can't help it..."

Jay moved his face closer to hers, and Nora could feel his warm breath against her face.  As she closed her eyes tightly, some fresh tears trickled down her cheeks - and then, she felt the Canadian's warm, soft lips on hers, one of his hands in her hair.

She kissed him back eagerly, desperately longing for solace in his arms as she clung to him.  God, she needed something to make her completely forget about everything, at least for the moment.

Their kisses grew more passionate and demanding, and the blonde diva leaned into his touch.  Her crying slowly ceased as they slowly shifted, and Nora found herself on her back, Jay on top of her, his hands gentle as they fondled her body.  She became nearly breathless as he moved his lips to her throat, his hands caressing her beneath the pajama baby tee she wore.  Her nipples instantly hardened as the Canadian's hands gently stroked her breasts, the touch feather-soft.

The next thing Nora knew, Jay was removing her top, and she didn't dare protest.  Instead, she raised herself up just enough to help him along.  She let out a soft moan as she felt the blond's lips on her breasts, his hot tongue teasing the nipples.

She tangled her fingers into his long hair, her heart and pulse racing as she felt his hardness against her thigh.

She nearly lost her breath as Jay raised himself back up to meet her lips again, one of his hands stroking her breasts.  Their tongues battled for dominance, and then it was the blond man's turn to moan softly as he suddenly felt the diva's small hand go lower, gently rubbing at him through the sweatpants he'd worn to bed.

"Oh, God..."

They kissed again, and Nora gently pulled back, her hand still caressing him, the other going up to his face.  She tried her best to meet his eyes in the dark as she issued her softly-spoken, nearly breathless request.

"Jay...Jay, I want you.  I need you - make love to me..."

He kissed her again, his lips pressed tightly against hers, the emotion between them nearly overwhelming.

Afterward, Jay sat up a bit and tried to gaze into her face in the darkness.  "Are you sure?" he asked in a whisper, not wanting to do anything she really didn't want to do.  The last thing he wanted was for her to regret making love to him.

"Yes...I'm absolutely sure."

The blond man managed a small smile as he reached for her pajama shorts, removing them slowly, and he groaned at the realization that she wasn't wearing panties beneath them.  In turn, the diva reached out and grabbed at his pants, desperately wanting him to be free of them.

"I love you, Nora."

"I love you, too, Jay."

He moved so that he could get out of the sweatpants, then lowered himself to her, and their kisses continued as they became even more passionate.

Nora clung onto him, a feeling of bliss consuming her as she concentrated on Jay and only Jay.

She wished these moments with him could be frozen in time...