"Faye, honey, what's wrong?"

Diana and her girlfriend had returned from a circle meeting at the Boathouse. As soon as they had walked through the door, Faye had entered the living room, sulkily slumped onto the sofa, and not spoken a word since. Diana had rolled her eyes, and gone to the kitchen to make Faye a hot chocolate. She had a feeling she knew what was bothering her, but she also knew it was best to allow her to let it out on her own time.

So she had entered the living room, placed Faye's hot drink on the table, and sat down against her girlfriend, placing a blanket over the both of them.

When the only response she got from Faye was a childish huff, she smiled and asked again.

"What's wrong?"

Faye shifted under the blanket, doing her best not to look at Diana, but the other girl was running her hand up her arm, knowing how it calmed her down. With a sigh, she mumbled an almost incoherent response.

"Grant."

"Sweetie, stop mumbling, I can't hear you." Diana said, as her fingers continued their path along Faye's arm.

"That Australian prick!" Faye snapped. Diana had expected that answer, but was still a little shocked at the tone of her voice.

"What about him?"

"He was flirting with you! He was all 'oh Diana, why don't you come look at my boat, which isn't even mine because i'm an idiot and I like to lie to pretty girls, and now let us hop away into the sunset together on a kangaroo." Faye was getting agitated and her voice was becoming louder.

"Faye, I don't think that's quite how it went." Diana said, attempting to stifle a laugh.

"It doesn't matter! You're my girlfriend and he wanted you to be his girlfriend, and I don't like that." Faye ended, eventually calming down somewhat.

"Faye, look at me." Faye deliberately looked the other way, and Diana smiled at her girlfriend's stubbornness. "Sweetheart?"

Faye slowly turned and met Diana's eyes. Diana lifted her hand and brushed her thumb against Faye's cheek.

"I don't care about Grant. He's just a guy I met at the Boathouse, and do you know what I said to him when he wouldn't take the hint?"

"What?" Faye asked, obviously trying not to sound interested and failing miserably.

"I told him that he'd probably be wise to move along, because my ridiculously hot girlfriend was over at the other side of the bar, looking like she wanted to rip his head off."

Faye smirked. "It's true, I did."

"Faye." Diana laughed and smiled at the girl. "I don't want Grant. I don't want anybody but you, ever, okay?"

"Not even if he had a kangaroo?"

"Not even if he had a hundred kangaroos." Diana responded earnestly. "I love you"

Faye smiled, and leaned her head on Diana's shoulder. "I love you too."

Diana closed her eyes with a soft smile on her face. She had a loving father, good friends, and a beautiful, incredible girlfriend. Ignoring the whole 'wanted dead by witch hunters' thing, she really was a very lucky girl.

She was interrupted from her thoughts by the pressure of an added weight on her lap. She opened her eyes and looked up to see a smirking Faye straddling her.

"Diana! My hot chocolate's gone cold." Faye drawled, a mischievous pout on her face.

"And what does this" Diana motioned to Faye, whose hands had now found their way to the back of her neck, "have to do with that?"

"Let's just say I thought of another way to keep warm." Diana's response was cut off by Faye's lips on hers. And for what she was sure wouldn't be the last time today, she found herself smiling.

The hot chocolate lay forgotten.