The sweet and sexy way we made up: check out these true tales of women whose blowout battles with their guys led to randy and romantic reconciliations. (Heart Copy).

"In the months leading up to our wedding, my fiance and I were constantly arguing. After a particularly nasty fight, I told him I couldn't take his crap anymore and stormed into the bedroom to pack up my things. As I was throwing stuff into my suitcase, he walked in and asked what I thought I was doing. I started sobbing and told him I was leaving him. He shook his head, came over to me, and said, `No, you're not. I love you, and I'm not letting you go. We'll get through this, because I can't imagine my life without you.' He kissed my tears away, and before we knew it, we were making love right there on top of my clothes."--Mellissa, 27

"Steve and I were high school sweethearts, and we continued our relationship during college despite the fact that we both moved to different states. The distance took a toll on us, and I started to accuse him of caring more about his new friends than he did about me. By spring semester, we were having weekly screaming matches on the phone. A few days before he was supposed to visit me at school, we got into another huge tight, so I told him not to bother coming and hung up on him. That Monday morning, I went to take a shower before my morning classes. When I came back to my room, I found Steve sitting on my bed with a huge bouquet of flowers. Since I was wearing nothing but my bathrobe, our hello kiss quickly turned into something naughty, and he joined me for another shower. Five years later, we're married."--Jackie, 23

"Bobby and I had just moved into our first apartment together, and things were going well ... until my mom came to visit. She had an opinion about everything--from the food we ate to how we made our bed--which really annoyed Bobby. Since he couldn't talk back to her, he took his frustration out on me. My mother had given us a beautiful vase, which I loved, but as soon as she left, Bobby insisted we throw it away. We started fighting about the stupid vase, so I told him to go stay with friends. The next day, he showed up on the front porch with two kittens. One of them had a note attached to its collar that read, `Leave the catfights to us.' It was so sweet because ever since we'd moved in, I'd been begging Bobby to let me get a kitten. I pulled him into the house, and we ...