alwaysroomforhope | Suite 138

he almost winces when the remote hits, but he just flashes her a grin.

"Okay, darlin."

he returns his hands to stroking her legs again, enjoying how they feel.

The movie starts againa nd he watches but he is still quite distracted. Her legs feel good. He does however watch close enough to grin as he watches the garbage disposal scene.

Steph sighs, and shifts forward on the couch so she can run her hands down his neck and over his shoulders. She's drawn in, gradually, to the action on the screen, and she giggles at their predicament. "Jumping into garbage chutes is never a good idea, and this is why!"

he laughs with her, loving that sound, and when she shifts forward, he reaches higher to touch her face softly, then goes back to watching.

He smiles as he watches the screen and laughs at their escape, then jumps at the ongoing battle. On way then the other then the other.

And he feels the lurch in his heart, watching Luke watch his master get kiled, and rememebrs Shazam dying...

Steph's off the couch and beside him at the same moment, movie forgotten. "Billy? What is it?"

he hodls her close to him for a long moment, not talking then looks up with a teary sm,ile.

""Just... reminded me of the Wizard and when he died... and how helpless I felt then."

He wipes his eyes and kises her.

"I am okay, just touched me, you know?"

She holds him. If there's nothing else she can do, she can offer physical comfort, in hugs, at least. "I'm here," she says softly.

He smiles softly at her and just huge her close for a long moment. Then he kisses her softly again.

"Sometimes I dont ... I forget how much he tought me. I resented him somedays, but he meant a lot to me."

He smiles to her.

"I love you..."

Steph turns her face up and kisses him, sweet and slow.

Love.

She doesn't want to say it too much for fear the magic will break. She's not even sure if it is love, or if it's just - something else. All she knows is she wants to be with Billy whenever she can, whenever it's physically possible. It's more than just an infatuation. She knows what those feel like. And it's more than lust. She doesn't want to sleep with him, not until he's ready; she doesn't want to pressure him; she wants to make it perfect.

But love, real love? She's not sure.

He smiles softly and kisses her again, then he nods and bonks his ehad gently against hers.

"Want to try another movie, or you want to crash?"

"I'm hungry," Steph confesses. "Want to get pizza and Coke and try a different movie? Or we could keep watching this one, but not if it upsets you, you know."

"Pizza, coke, and this movie, and time with you? Sounds like a wonderful plan."

And then he puts opne hand one her shoulder.

"And Stephanie? Thank yuo for... for being here."

Love.

He loves her sop much and is so afraid of pushing her and of scaring her off. He spends his days trying to think how to go, and his nights dreaming of her.

Love? he has never been more sure.

"It'll be just like a real sleepover. We can pretend we're in Gotham and not at the end of the world." She grins. "Except that rats bring the pizza. Even in Gotham, that's a stretch."

She curls into him, safe. "I checked with Ed the other day, and it's okay with him for you to stay here too. Not that I would've let him say no, but it's always polite to ask your flatmates." She smiles. "Even if you're gonna ignore the answer."

He laughs at that and hugs her close. Pizza and Steph and a quiet night. Sounds like heaven.

He grins.

"Sounds like a good policy to me. But one ofus actually has to get up to order food..."

he pokes her speculatively.

"Or both," Steph suggests brightly. "'Cos I'm not letting go of you, and you better not be wanting to let go of me just yet. ... How do we order food, anyway? Do we have to run down to the bar? It's not like there's a telephone for room service."

he grins.

"I'll show you. Now we both have to stand up... without falling over."

This is accomplished somehow and with a staggerstep that involves almost stepping on each other's toe's they make it to the door. He leans out and whistles, long and low. A few minutes later a wai rat trots up.

"LIke that."

he grins.

"We would like two large pizzas and two bottles of soda pop."

he eyes her.

"What do you want on your pizza?"

"Everything," Steph replies promptly. "Including anchovies. Are we seriously gonna eat a whole pizza each?"

"What? You cant eat a whole pizza?"

he eyes her supiciously then grins.

"What we dont eat we can find uses for."

he turns.

"Make thatr two large pizzas with everything. Thanks!"

The wait rat trots off and Billy grins at Steph and tries to make their way back, but somewhere a foot trips and hey end up falling, and he lands, then she lands on him. He chuckles as he peers up at her.

"Hi there..."

Now, how did that happen, with Steph's Bat-training and lack of natural clumsiness? Certainly couldn't have anything to do with the way she's already kissing him. Almost as if she knew what was going to happen. But she'd never've done that, surely. See that halo?

Well, it's a little tarnished, anyway, probably, judging from the amount of energy she's putting into the kiss.

Her kisses are being enthusiastically returned and given extra effort by the good Billy, and his hands arent exactly idle either. His halo must be in his other pants. he moans ever so slightly as he kisses her.

It's the little things that make the best moments. Like that little moan. Steph's warm all over just from knowing she can make him make noises like that. She works her hands inside his bathrobe, caressing his chest. Their legs tangle together, skin on skin, and she gasps, breathless.

"Billy ... we stop when you say stop, okay? Don't let me ... don't let me push you further than you're ready for," she says, low and soft, against his lips.

He sighs and rets his head against hers.

"I really am not...I love you, Steph... but I dont want to have sex yet. And I dont want to hurt you or make you feel as if I dont want you. You know I do, right?"

He searches her eyes, concerned for her.

"I just... I feel like this has to be right and that we should go slow..."

He closes his eys for a moment but opens them and looks into hers, his care for her there, open and vulnerable.

She meets his gaze honestly, nothing to hide.

"I totally feel the same way," she confesses. "I screwed things up so much with Hellspawn, and I don't - I want it to be special, you know? You're - too important to me to risk screwing up. And for you, too. I want it to be special. Not just because we're here and we want it, you know? It's - it's - yeah." She kisses him, lightly, mouth closed. "It has to be right."

He lets out a long breath and pulls her to him, just holding her close and tight for a long moment then kisses her lightly again and nods.

"We should probably get up then. And Stephanie... this is just another reason and another way in which I love you."

he smiles at her, the hint of tears there in his eyes as he rises and looks around. Before he can say much, there is am knock on the door and he blinks.

"Must be our orders..."

Steph straightens her clothes, sighs, and opens the door. Sure enough, it's a rat that should by all rights be struggling to lift that much food. She thanks it, and takes the pizzas to the coffee table. "You want plates? Plates're civilised, but civilisation's no fun."

She gets glasses for the Coke and a handful of paper napkins from the kitchenette and waits for his answer.

"Plates? We dont need no steenking plates..."

His accent is horrible and he grins as he reaches or pizza.

He pokes her a moment later.

"Hey you. Cutie."

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