A/N: I've decided to publish this as a new series of drabbles, all the inspiration coming from a wonderful list I read called 'Love according to children'. Some of the answers on it were a little bit too cute to pass up writing about, especially if it included our Bohemians in the mix. As always, nothing belongs to me, all reads and reviews are appreciated and on with the show…

Peace x

Love is… "When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."

Scaramouche squirmed, wriggling her toes and struggling against her boyfriends grip as he clasped her feet in his hands and tickled them with a low chuckle. "Hold still, will you? How am I supposed to do this if you won't sit still?" he watched her fondly as a shrill squeal of laughter escaped her open mouth.

"St-st-stop!" she gasped for breath, struggling to speak between her peels of laughter, kicking her feet ferociously at him but all the same, wishing he'd carry on.

"Fine!" Galileo drew his hands away from her and let her flailing legs come to rest on the knees of his crossed legs. He leant forwards into Scaramouche, who had her knees bent up to her chest and kissed her on the nose, feeling her panting as she still struggled to catch her breath from the laughter. "Are you going to stop wiggling or shall I make you do this yourself?" he asked her, taking his hand to the side and picking up a small vibrant red bottle.

Scaramouche stretched her mouth into a wide teeth bearing smile.

"I'll behave Gazza Fizza; I promise!" she spoke his nickname in staccato beats, enunciating each syllable.

He shook the bottle and unscrewed the lid, withdrawing a small application brush, oozing with pillar-box red nail varnish. Taking her left foot in his right hand he carefully began painting her toenails, taking special care not to get the polish on her skin.

She watched him as he concentrated, his bottom lip folding into his mouth and his teeth clamped down on it as he stared down at his steadily moving hand. She knew she was lucky, not only was assisting your girlfriend in painting her nails emasculating, it was also rare to find anyone who didn't have some disgust when it came to feet. She beamed down at him.

He felt her watching him and looked up. "What?"

"Can I paint your nails?"

"No." he looked back down and examined her red toenails proudly. "Next foot!"

"Please Galileo?"

The usual flutter of butterflies swept across him as she said his name. There was just something about the way it sounded when she said it that made it impossible to deny her of anything.

"Fine… as long as I get to pick the colour."

"I love you," she beamed, moving her left foot to one side and replacing it with her right.