alwaysroomforhope | Suite 138

"He'll be back," Steph says confidently. "Fulfills his mythic journey as well as Luke's. Wanna bet he turns up just in time to save the day?"

Billy raises an eyebrow but nods.

"Really? Hmmm. Seems kinda odd, but I bow to your superior knowledge."

Steph grins. "It's the, the thingo. You don't introduce a character that good and then let him fly away. Besides, I looked at the DVD boxes, he's on the covers of the second and third ones too." She giggles, and leans up to kiss his cheek. "I thought you'd already seen these."

He laughs.

"I forgot!"

then he grins at her and pokes her gently. The movie moves on and he grins. Battle scenes and... of course she is right. There he is to save the day and... a really big explosion!

"And the good guys win." She grins. "That? Was an awesome movie."

The awards ceremony, and goodbyes, and the credits roll.

"Hmm, I seem to remember this as being good making-out music," she adds, a gleam in her eyes.

he grins and pulls her close.

"C'mere."

And he kisses her, soft, slight, and then harder, but still gentle. he opens his mind just slightly to her.

::You are so cute.::

Steph doesn't think in words, often; so what he gets across that slight connection is just warmth and deep affection, and perfect contentment - tinged slightly pink with desire, warded with the determination not to give in. She sighs against his mouth, hands wandering to stroke his neck and back.

And he kisses her softly, tenderly almost, just savoring her taste.

::You make me happy.::

Then he is hugging her close, just hugging her, tight as can be.

She snuggles against him, feeling as safe in his embrace as she's ever felt anywhere, and letting that filter through their link as well. ::think maybe I love you Billy.::

He smiles softly at her.

::No pressure, Stephanie. Everything in it's time. I know I love you, and... if you do, I will be very happy... but i never want you to feel you have to love me.::

::I don't know if I do. But I think maybe.:: She squeezes his hand, and then reaches for a slice of pizza.

He smiles at her and nods. He munches more pizza and watches her, and thinks about the way she moves and ... he sighs.

::You are gorgeous::

::I can't see it myself,:: Steph confesses honestly - not that she has an option, if it's true they can't lie telepathically. ::But thank you.::

he raises an eyebrow and thinks.

"I think it is safe enough... would you like to see yourself as I see you?"

"How do you mean?" She looks at him, confused.

He chews his lip for a moment.

"It's like... everyone sees each other different, not just with the eyes but with the ehart and mind. All of thta together makes up a picture, how you see someone... I am offering to let you see how I see you."

::I think you only see the good in me,:: Steph tells him quietly, smiling. ::But it helps me see the good in myself too.::

"Okay. Show me."

he closes his eyes, resting against her for a long moment and then opening his mind slightly to her.

The images flow out as he looks at her. The light she has, the sheer beauty, the shadows that lurk in her and the joys, and over it all a sheer rightness that makes him ache to see her and hold her.

he breathes and closes his eyes again. Sometimes looking at her almost hurts for how much he loves her. He kisses her then.

Steph's wordless, taken absolutely by surprise. She holds him tight and sinks into the kiss, and tries to pretend she's not near tears.

He holds her gently, kissing her then just holding her.

::I see the darkness and the light in you, but in you, they are both beautiful.::

Steph bites her lip, and holds on to him, shaking a little and stifling a sniffle. It's overwhelming and terrifying, and it's left her completely wrong-footed, unable to understand how he can still think she deserves this unconditional love. Guilt, that she is so shadowed; fear that he hasn't seen the worst; incomprehension of how anyone, anyone at all, could feel that way about her.

She tries to shield this, to block off the bond, but she's unpracticed.

"Steph? I'm sorry..."

he hugs her close.

"I didnt mean to overwhelm you. Can you... talk about it? I can feel a little of it, but... I dont want to read you wrong and ... I love you. If you want to talk, I am here, and I am ready to listen and to tell you... whatever i can."

he holds her close as he speaks.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I'm just - it's - I don't -"

Words almost fail her. She drops her mental barriers, a little, enough to let him in. It's easier than finding words. And his presence in her head is reassuring, too.

This is so right it can't be real. I don't deserve this. Something must be wrong.

::kind of like that.::

He responds gently.

Sometimes I am afraid that evertything I do is wrong, but I believe... I believe in both of us.

::I dont have any true answers, Stephanie, just... I believe in redemption, and hope, and trust. I believe in love and in new beginnings, and in that idea that we all deserve better. And I believe in you. I know you have been through badness and evil, I know you have done things and experienced things that make you feel tainted and alone and wrong, but... I believe in you. I am no great wise man, and I dont have all the answers, but for what it is worth, I love you, and I believe you are worthy of love and life and joy.::

He hugs her close, letting her just feel some of his confidence in her.

Steph squeezes her eyes shut, and tells him ::These are happy tears, I think.:: She kisses him, lightly, and then sighs.

"And now that I've had my emotional flip-out for today..." Her tone is wry, self-mocking. "There's a movie wants watching, and pizza."

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