Better Than a Frog

Disclaimer: Tamara Pierce owns all. I own nothing.

Summary: The Terrier is bored and the Rogue is reading to do something fun. So what does that exactly mean? BekaRosto

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Well, I have absolutely nothing to do today. I already visited the dust-spinners and the birds had no information either. I would go see what Rosto was doing today, but I'm not sure it I really want to know. If I find out it's something against the law I'm obligated to turn him in, but….oh wait, he just walked in my room.

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Well I, Rosto had an excellent time with Beka. After reading the start of her diary entry, I decided that day was too perfect to waste away so we went swimming. Actually, it was more of a splashing fest then swimming, but who really cares?

So after I entered and just saw her sitting on her bed I decided to give her a fun day. We first stopped and got some apple pie from a street vender. When we had finished talking about this and that, we both realized that we had devoured the entire pie. After a few minutes of laughing we found ourselves near a really large pond.

I started tickling her and she accidentally fell in the water. I didn't mean for her to get wet, but, well, we were rather close to the edge and so anyway. As I looked down at her, shocked that she had fallen in, she reached her hand out, but I stepped back.

"Oh no. I don't want to get all wet too, and I'm not letting you pull me in," I said.

"Ok then, I'll just have to find a frog to kiss if you won't come in here and join me," she said slightly pouting. She always looked so cute, but with the afternoon rays glistening on the water around her she looked absolutely beautiful.

"Wait! If I come in I get a kiss?" I asked. If that was the case I was ready to dive in, I had already taken my shirt off.

Resurfacing, Beka said, "You'll just have to come in to find out." Then she went back under water.

Without a second thought, I cannon balled into the rather large pond. The next time she came up for air, I surprised her by catching her around the waist from behind.

I whispered into her ear, "Now, how about that kiss?"

"I changed my mind. I think I want to go find that frog," she said teasingly, whispering back.

"You don't want to do that," I said as I adjusted my grip around her waist so the she faced me. Both of our heads were the only things above water.

"You right, I don't. You're a much better kisser then any frog," Beka said as she smirked. I think my heart melted then and there.

Then it was like the world was in slow motion. Our heads came together and we kissed. But it wasn't just any kiss, it was amazing! I've kissed many mots and Beka was by far the best kisser. She made me feel so…so..so right.

The rest of the afternoon went by in a flurry of splashes, kisses, splashes, and more kisses. The when we were sitting by the fire outside listening to music when she feel asleep in my arms. My beautiful puppy had worn herself out. So I carried her back to her room and tucked her into her bed, kissing her on the forehead goodnight.

After that, I decided to fill her diary…journal…whatever you are on what she did so she wouldn't have to do it herself. Anyway, I have to go and check on some business…but if you read this later Beka, don't worry---it's nothing illegal.

Goodnight!

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A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed reading this. I thought it would be interesting if Rosto wrote what happened instead of Beka, and I was kinda really bored. So what did you think? Please Review!!