Potty Break	 
 Authors Note: This is dedicated to the wonderful way a TV show is always 
 interrupted by the commercials just when you're the most interested in 
 it. Also, this is basically a PWP, I guess. It really has no 
 plot. The idea for those two characters together stems from the episode 
 Perfect Strangers except that I've altered the ending of it since I 
 haven't gotten to see the whole episode yet. Hope you enjoy. :) :) 
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 Potty Break
 by Adia
 
 Thatcher and Kowalski were eating breakfast together. His usually 
 candied coffee and something resembling a Pop-Tart. Thatcher had 
 finished her eggs and poured the remainder of her orange juice down the 
 sink into the drain. Kowalski hooked a finger through the handle of his 
 mug and held his toasted breakfast in the same hand. With his free arm 
 he wrapped it around the front of her stomach. 
 "Don't leave yet." A slight plea in his voice. 
 "Ray, I really must be going." She turned to face him only to find his 
 expression clouded with disappointment. Thatcher poured it on thick, 
 making up for it, even calling him, "Honey, really I have a high power 
 meeting a O-900 hours."
 "I know. Tell me about it. Yer always busy. Fact, yer the single busiest 
 pregnant woman I've ever met." He gently rubbed his hands on the silky 
 fabric covering her stomach. 
 "Don't remind me." She resented the fact that Kowalski couldn't take 
 over for a while, "I feel like a live, gigantic Buddha! Look at me, 
 Ray!" Her eyes were tearing up and she dropped her arms to her sides 
 helplessly. 
 Kowalski set his breakfast aside and gently knelt down on the kitchen 
 tile in front of her. He lightly slid his warm hands under the hem of 
 her blouse and reached to unbutton the top button of her slacks. By the 
 time he had completed his task Thatcher was leaned against the kitchen 
 counter running her fingers through his soft blond spikes. He slowly let 
 the fabric around her waist drift to just below her new small round 
 belly. 
 Wait a minute, "No, no, no. Ray. Please! I can't do this now." Isn't 
 this how it all started in the first place?
 "Relax." He whispered soothingly and pressing his burning lips to the 
 skin just below her bellybutton. The heat that brought traveled all the 
 way through her making her forget everything. Who gave a damn about a 
 high powered meeting? Let Fraser handle it! 
 Of course complete control hadn't been lost untill Ray got the clever 
 idea of softly pressing his tongue into her bellybutton. Just then her 
 head fell back and started to sway. She pulled Kowalski closer to her 
 and made a soft warm sound. Her eyes closed and her hips started to 
 gently rock as his fingers trailed circles on the smooth skin of them. 
 The sound of Kowalski's voice made wonderful images invade her mind. 
 Forget working today. That was now impossible. He whispered easily, "You 
 are so beautiful. More and more beautiful each moment." 
 She couldn't help the tears filling her eyes. All she could think about 
 was how on earth he could still find her attractive, even beautiful, 
 when all she could feel was ugly. How he thought she was beautiful was 
 beyond her mental grasp. All she knew was that it was him that made her 
 feel this way. Made her feel beautiful. Made her feel loved. 
 My how pregnancy hormones had changed her. The Inspector's days of being 
 a royal witch were, so far for now, behind her. Kowalski missed that 
 side of her a little bit. That was what made him fall for her in the 
 first place. She had reminded him of Stella in the way she was always 
 commanding everyone and everything around her. The more he got to know 
 her, the more he started to fall for her. Come to find out, she wasn't 
 like Stella at all. Appearing to be made of ice, but not all the way 
 through like Stella had become. 
 If it hadn't been for Fraser and his ability to put things into a 
 logical perspective neither of them would have given eachother a second 
 thought. During a case involving an acquaintance of Kowalski's and a 
 Canadian waitress-in-the-sky both being murdered Fraser had mentioned 
 the topic of the Inspector wanting to have a child. The more Kowalski 
 mulled it over and the more the Inspector contemplated it, the more it 
 became the wisest decision for either of them. Their child would be the 
 most loved child to ever grace the face of the earth. Loved beyond all 
 words. Funny thing was, neither of them expected that the love they 
 already had for their unborn child would grow. Turn into a love for 
 eachother. One strong and unbreakable. One long conceived before their 
 child. Genuine. Faith-filled. Continuos. 
 Kowalski brought himself up to stand in front of her. He places his 
 hands on either side of her waist while she angles her head to kiss him. 
 He lets his head fall closer to her. Thatcher's hot mouth covers his and 
 her tongue slips past his parted lips slowly. Moving inside him feeling 
 as though she's recovered something she'd lost long ago. As though she 
 belongs. Feeling like she's found her home. Kowalski's hands begin 
 slowly sliding down her body finally finding their place. Just above her 
 knees. He scoops her up and places her on the cool marble of the kitchen 
 counter. 
 His kisses leave a trail down from her mouth. Thatcher scoots closer to 
 the edge to wrap her legs about his waist tightly. He rests his open 
 mouth on the pulse point at the base of her neck letting his warm breath 
 heat her skin. The feel of her heart beat made his hands tremble. Never 
 being able to fully grasp the way she makes him feel. The way she causes 
 his whole being to be filled. Filled with a sincere warmth that made him 
 only want her more. Want to surround her and be protected by her. The 
 pounding of her heart beneath his tongue made a heavenly sound leave his 
 lips. With a soft moan she leans her head back against the wood of the 
 cabinets and her eyes gently close. 
 Soft spikes of his blond hair tickle her neck and chin. Her hands rest 
 upon his shoulder blades under the soft fabric of his white T-shirt. 
 Amazed once again by his warmth. Always warm. In the dead of winter, 
 lying in the snow beside him, nothing but heat. Like bathing in warm 
 rays of sunlight even in a blizzard. His skin tingled under her 
 fingertips. Letting herself revel in the sensation of his skin smooth 
 under hers she moved her hands slowly down his curved back. Feeling 
 alive. 
 His lips curled around the top button of her blouse. Taking the button 
 between his teeth, tugging at it. Effortlessly his tongue pushed the 
 button through the hole. Her breath caught in her chest as he began a 
 full appreciation of the newly bared skin before moving on the do the 
 same to the next button. All the while keeping his hands busy by tracing 
 his burning fingertips in circles on her hips and the small of her back. 
 Successfully making her loose all sight of reality. Wanting never to end 
 the electricity that flowed between them. Pulling them together, like 
 static. Never wanting to leave what she always seemed to be consumed by 
 when he touches her. A feeling of an endless void being filled while his 
 voice barely breaths, "I love you." Words that aren't always just 
 spoken. But still received in any form by her soul's life. 
 Under his shirt her hands drift down to the waist of his jeans. Pushing 
 them down just slightly. Moving her hands to the front she hooks both 
 her index fingers through the belt loops of his pants. Pulling him 
 closer to her with a sharp tug. Pressing him to her untill she could 
 wrap herself around him. As her fingers move to the zipper of his jeans 
 they suddenly still. Her whole body tenses. Her eyes pop open wide. 
 Kowalski notices her sudden cease and lifts his eyes to meet hers. Such 
 great concern in his eyes. Caring for nothing but her comfort. Before he 
 could ask if she was all right she unwrapped herself from him 
 reluctantly. She slid off the counter and started running for the 
 bathroom. Offering only, "I have to pee!" He slumps over onto the empty 
 space on the counter where she was only moments ago. Feeling a slight 
 disappointment, he sighs heavily. Perfect timing. Noting to himself that 
 most good things are usually interrupted by potty breaks. 
 
 The End
 (~MDK~)
 October 1998 
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