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[ The compliments, as lightly given as they are, still bring a touch of heat to Giles' cheeks. He ducks his gaze from hers for a moment, smiling bashfully, his hands trailing down her shoulders and over her arms and back again, as if reassuring himself that she's still solid and real under his palms.

He glances back at her when she changes subject, revisiting the topic they've been circling around for perhaps too long -- he'd put it down to mutual nervousness, but now he knows that there were other fears for her. Things she's had to carry alone. His hands settle on her shoulders and squeeze lightly as he looks into her eyes, unable to help the faint return of his smile. ]

My darling. You are good to me. And for me. [ He lifts a hand to touch the backs of his fingers lightly to her cheek, marvelling to be offered something so precious as her trust. ]

Amy, what you've been through.. [ Feeling scared all the time, she'd said. He doesn't need to know more than that. Can, sadly, draw his own conclusions between the lines. ] I couldn't possibly.. [ He frowns a little. ]

I want you to feel in control. Whatever you'd like, however you'd like us to be, I want to do it. [ A soft laugh as his smile returns. ] Believe me. But I'd like to -- to make sure it's what you want.

[begot]

[ As far as Amy's concerned, it's a five star fucking answer. I want you to feel in control. Second only to what would amount to a statement of fact — you are in control — the kind of thing that doesn't really sound as romantic when you say it out loud. It makes her pulse jump a little, a nervy, surprised sort of laugh escaping her like it's too much freedom for her to hold onto at once. Like he surprises her — because he does. ]

I want ... for us to be honest with each other about it. Like we are right now. Just—

[ Just not right now. Now is about the two of them, not the other planets extant in their respective solar systems. Now, she doesn't want to hear anyone else's name coming out of his mouth, and doubts he wants that from her, either. Just some other time. Later, the kind of later you get when I becomes us. ]

I want you to know that I'll always have time for you. I'll always make time for you. I'll always want to be around you. But when we're not—

[ More specifics — the un-sexy stuff, unnecessary to litigate right now when the sum doesn't ultimately come out to anything too different from what would be expected of a relationship on boring, regular Earth. She leans, thoughtful, into his touch, her brow creasing slightly as if she isn't sure what she's saying makes any sense — like she still feels safer taking the lead with his hand in hers. ]

And we see if that works? And if it doesn't, we'll figure it out then.

[ She blinks once, twice, as though she's settling it with herself. Presence snaps back into her gaze in the next moment, a mischievous sort of shine to the flower petal blue pf her eyes. Her fingers flex a little as she leans up again, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before asking, half cheeky, half honestly wanting: ]

—Can I call you my boyfriend?

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[ There are words she's not saying. Giles thinks he knows her well enough by now to be able to tell when she's holding herself back, reading the small flickers of tension crossing her expression. He wonders what it is, but he's not worried enough to press her -- not when everything else feels so important, so precious.

Instead, he watches her carefully, thumbs stroking over her shoulders through her shirt in what he hopes is a comforting way, letting her mark out the boundaries he's more than happy to abide within. It's not as though he has much experience in this area himself; Jenny had been the only one to prompt it from him, and he'd been only too happy to go along with it. As he is now.

When Amy seems to blink and come back to herself, leaning up to kiss him, he responds automatically, her lips meeting the angle of his smile. He nudes his nose over her cheek, gathering her back into an embrace, stroking her hair. The question prompts a breathy, glad laugh. ]

As long as you don't mind my being rather out of practice at being boyfriend material. [ He leans back a little, enough to look at her properly. ] But I would be very glad if you did. Does that mean I can call you my girlfriend? Or would you, ah -- would you prefer something else?

[begot]

[ She'd laugh, if she could sense the shape of his thoughts. The picture drawn, there, of her thoughts whirling at a million miles per hour. There's never been a time when she wasn't like this, when the delicate and interlocking mechanisms of her mind weren't in motion. A watch, constantly ticking, appearing guileless when the gears are covered by a pretty face. But that restlessness can be soothed — by the careful, tender touch of his hands, by the way she can feel his smile press against her lips.

And she does laugh, at the returned question, happy to be asked, happy to have and be had. ]

I like "girlfriend."

[ In the circle of his arms, she shifts, making herself a little smaller as if that might mean the distance between them might shrink even further. ]

Well — I like it, coming from you. But I'm open to suggestions, now or later.

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[ He could probably stay there forever. Amy in his arms, tucked close in to his chest in a way that makes him feel strong and protective, base animal feelings he can't deny -- male feelings, though he might think himself above them. They can't stay, of course, but Giles lets himself enjoy it, dropping a kiss onto the top of her head as he strokes a broad hand over her shoulders.

Now or later. As if they have all the time in the world. Maybe they do. ]

I.. [ A brief pause, considering it. A voice that sounds like Jenny's in the back of his mind. Dark eyes, narrowed in fond amusement. Deep, grateful sadness. No regrets, Rupert. He studies the wallpaper over her head, thumb stroking an arc, back and forth. Working up the nerve to say what feels right, what feels necessary.

No regrets. Nothing left behind unsaid. ]

I love you, Amy.

[begot]

[ The words wash over her like the first rays of dawn, the beginning of high tide under the pink-blue light of morning.

I love you. Precious and warm and perfect, a shiny pearl in the hollow of an inky oyster. It fills her chest, raises her up onto the balls of her feet as she blinks at him, like confirmation of what he's just said is something she could find by looking for it. It doesn't always feel this way. Spoken at the wrong time, by the wrong person, in the wrong way, it's anathema, but here, now, with him— ]

Rupert.

[ The words come late, but the set of her expression gives at least the tenor of it away — her gaze liquid and soft, her lips parted, her very breath suspended in time. She wants to remember this: the feeling of his arms around her, the faint drum of his heart under her palm, the way he looks at her like— well, like he loves her. Too much for her not to feel a little drunk on as she breaks into a true smile, her hand finding his cheek. ]

I love you, too.

[ Another kiss — a seal pressed to a letter, lifting from the wax with a laugh. ]

I'm— I feel dizzy, I'm so happy. [ She pauses, a little sheepish, but not enough so not to ask: ] Say it again? Please?