Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction, so please leave me a review and tell me what you think about it. And please be gentle...

"Deb, we've always been the one constant thing in each other's lives. It's like you and I... We endure. Maybe that's what love is. Endurance. So, of course you think you're in love with me. But it's going to be fine."

Oh my God, I swear I wanted to kill him the moment he said it. He, the guy who doesn't even know what is love, is trying to teach me about it. I wanted to punch him, shout on him and then kiss him. So I started with the easiest.

"You wanna teach me what is love? You, the one who doesn't even know what is it like to love somebody?"

He opened his mouth and probably wanted to say something, but I stopped him.

"No, you said yours already. Now it's my turn to tell you how it feels to be in love." I screamed again. I just couldn't hold myself.

"At first, love is not any fucking endurance. Look at what happened to Lundy. He's dead. He loved me but now he's dead." Tears of anger, or maybe sadness, I wasn't sure, were running down my cheeks. But I didn't care.

"No, Dexter fucking Morgan. Love is definitely not endurance. Love is when only look on the person you like can make you smile. When that person is sad, you try to do anything you can to make him feel better. When he smiles at you, you feel butterflies in your stomach. Love is when you are capable of murder for that very person." Hell, why do you think I killed LaGuerta? I added in my head.

I couldn't see straight anymore. My vision was blurred because of those fucking tears. But I saw him getting closer and then I felt his strong arms wrapped around me in a tight, comforting hug. I eased my head on his shoulder and sobbed quietly.

"Deb, if what you said is true, can I ask you something?" I nodded softly.

"Is it love when you see that person with another man and the only thing you could think about is how much you want to tear them apart and thrust a knife into his heart?" I looked at him, shocked. I think he understood, because he continued.

"Because that is the exact feeling I had while seeing you with Quinn, Lundy, even that guy, um, I don't even remember his name. I always thought it was just because they weren't good enough for you, but now I'm not sure what to think about it anymore." And then he did something totally unexpected I spent a lot of nights dreaming about. He leaned down and kissed me. It was just a light, barely there touch of his lips on mine, but God, he really kissed me! One stupid childish part of me wanted to scream from happiness. His lips were so soft and I immediately wanted more. After God knows how long we, much to my dislike, separated. We stood there silently for minutes with our foreheads touching, none of us really knowing what to do. But it was the beginning.