Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, they belong to Disney. Can a person own something if they're dead? I guess you can if your name is Walt and your last name starts with a D and ends with an Isney. Mine doesn't, it would be too weird since I'm not a man (or dead).

Chapter 1

A noiseless breeze graced the morning with its presence and carried with it the fragrance of the autumn forest and the wonderful aroma of the quiet little town for miles. The air from the trees was so clean one could almost smell the leaves changing colors. It was powerful enough to paint a picture of the awesome shades of reds, oranges, yellows, and browns mixed in with the last fragments of green, trying to make summer last as long as possible, before the beholder even had a chance to lay eyes on the magnificent scene. The slight aroma of cinnamon and sugar drifted past her nose from Caden's Bakery that was starting to prepare fresh bread for the, undoubtedly, hordes of people that would swarm the place when it opened. She couldn't blame them, though. Caden's had the most amazing cinnamon buns she had ever tasted. They were incredibly moist and had the perfect amount of cinnamon and icing.

Amelia had always loved the smells and colors that fall brought and never missed a chance to take in every sight. She stood on the balcony and leaned against the railing of the vacation house with her eyes closed so she could easily concentrate on the sounds coming from the square below. There wasn't too much noise from town life yet and the sound of leaves sliding across the street could be heard. Amelia thought it was strange how such a rough sound could be so soothing. Maybe she was just in a happy mood.

She was shaken out of her trance as she felt two belt loops, on either side of her jeans, tug backwards slightly and pull her against another body. If it's at all possible, her mood went up about three clicks and went from about a nine to a twelve on a scale of ten. He was barely touching her and he had her absolutely dizzy. He pulled her close and her form molded perfectly to his with his arms now around her waist and his head buried in her hair that was in the crook of her neck. Amelia took one of his hands in hers and the silently stood that way for several minutes enjoying the scene together. She looked back at her lover as his form became lightly heavier on her to see that he appeared to be falling back asleep.

"You're not falling asleep, are you, pet?"

"No. The smell of your hair is intoxicating. I think I'm passing out from overdose."

"Ten hours in bed not enough then?" she said eyeing him coyly. He turned his head and cocked an eyebrow at her.

"If my memory serves me correctly, for three of those hours, I wasn't asleep." He stated in a voice that was almost husky. Since when did Delbert have a husky voice? "Remember?" The single word came out just above a whisper and in a way that made her entire body tingle.

"Yes, I remember, love, I was there right along with you. You're the one that was keeping me up," she teased while reaching her arm back and rested her hand gently on the back of his neck.

"I was keeping you up; you're the one that started it. You kept me up because of that thing you always do to me."

"What thing," she stated innocently; well aware of what he was talking about.

"That thing you do. You know, with your fingers."

"Oh, you mean this thing." She proceeded to ghost her fingers of the back of his neck so lightly that a chill instantly ran through his entire body and all of the hairs on the back of his neck stood up despite the jacket he was wearing.

"Yes, that thing." She smiled at his lack of words and knew she had him under her control.

"I guess you like it so much you're speechless. I do love having power over you sometimes." She was more than shocked when he spun her around by her left side belt loop and then pinned her to the Venice style railing. One hand remained in her belt loop and the other rested on the rails behind her while his face was as close to hers as it could be without coming into contact.

"You're not the only one who has power. I know exactly how you work."

"Is that a fact?" his breathe on her face made it hard for Amelia to concentrate. He just smiled in response before lightly kissing her lips and then trailing his mouth down her neck lighter that any feather. Delbert brought his lips back up to just under her jaw and started doing something with his tongue that was so sensational, it should have been illegal. Amelia tried her hardest not to moan but found that it was impossible with what he was doing right now. Knowing that he had won he stopped and looked her in the eyes. "You're right, it was completely my fault. You had nothing to do with it," she mocked.

"Well, maybe a little. You're the incredible one though. A goddess of gods." It always amazed her that he didn't see exactly the kind person he was and was never giving himself enough credit because of it. He was much better about it now than he use to be but the insecurity was still there.

"Me, I was just trying to keep up with you. You gave me a run for my money." God, he loved this woman. She knew exactly what to say to him and even better, she means it whole heartedly every time. He kissed her again more fiercely this time to thank her for boosting his self-esteem. He broke the kiss about a life time later to speak.

"You know, I think ten hours wasn't enough sleep and it's chilly out here, the bed sounds really inviting right now, don't you think." Without a seconds pause Amelia was pulling him into the bedroom where they would remain the rest of the morning.

Autumn, Amelia decided has the most beautiful sunset of all of the seasons. It matches perfectly with the various colors that the trees bring with them for just a few short weeks. She also thought it was best enjoyed sitting in the lap of the one person you loved most in the Universe. She and Delbert had been sitting in a reclined patio chair on the balcony for about half an hour talking about the various things they had done that day, after they finally left the house for a late lunch, and what could they do tomorrow. As the sun was in its final moments of setting, they laid there in silence. Amelia lay on her back on top of Delbert with her head resting under his chin while his arms were clasped around her stomach. God, she loved the feel of his arms around her, it was like her security blanket, and it made her feel safe. Plus, the warmth of his body was great to for the cool night time air. They stayed like that until the stars were out and shining. Amelia looked up at Delbert to see that he looked to be observing the constellations. Only, she knew how concentrated he always became when observing the stars because space was his passion, it was both their passions. He looked like he was in a far away thought, though and whatever it was it was making him nervous.

"What are you thinking about love?" He didn't say anything at first and Amelia wondered if he had even heard her. When he finally spoke, it almost took her by surprise.

"A lot of things, most of them involve you. All of them actually." His answer was more cryptic than Amelia had expected and still left her confused.

"First, I love the fact that you're thinking about me," she stated with a small smile, "but, if your only thinking about me, how can you be thinking about a lot of things? I am only one person."

"I was thinking about different scenes that involve us, like the one we're in now."

"The time we've been together?" She wasn't quite sure if it had been a statement or a question.

"Some of them, Yes. Remember four months ago when the two of us and our siblings decided to stay over at my house. I let them all stay because of all of the snow and sleet that was coming down."

"Some of it, vaguely; the rest I only know from the stories that our sisters gleefully relayed to us the next day. I try not to think about them though. Cecily and Annabel made it sound like the other five of us put on quite a show."

"Well, I don't know about Annabel but my sister was probably making a lot of it up to horrify us. I was actually thinking about after they all left and it was just the two of us. You were lying on the couch looking slightly hung over and quite concentrated."

"Are you alright, you look like your thinking about something really hard." She looked at him and then back to the ceiling.

"Can you remember anything from last night?"

"Some things, only up until your brother got lost trying to find his way to the bathroom at about eleven thirty."

"You remember more than me then. He did find his way to the bathroom, didn't he?"

"I think so. I hope he didn't go anywhere he shouldn't have." After a long moment of silence, Amelia spoke again.

"Do you think what they said was true, about all of the things the rest of us did."

"Maybe, but it can't be undone now and a least the ones we would have had to worry about black mailing us did some of those stupid things too and more. Plus, they don't remember either."

"Yes, but… I've always had self control and acted with some responsibility so I don't end up regretting everything the next day, like I'm doing now." Once again silence followed her words. She looked up to see that he was looking away and a bit unhappy. "Love, what's wrong."

"Nothing." His tone didn't match the words that came out of his mouth and he still wasn't looking at her. She didn't want to press the issue or his anger but wanted to know and it was clearly something she had said because he just started acting like this. She ran over her words and all of the things they were said to have done. Then it hit her. She didn't realize it at first because it wasn't actually on her list of 'Oh My God, I Can't Believe I Did That,' just that she wished other people hadn't been there when it happened. She sat up and went to her knees next to him.

"Delbert." He still wouldn't look at her. "That's not what I meant."

"Then what exactly does 'I regret that it happened' mean?"

"Okay, I regret that all of that other stuff happened…"

"You can't just take it back; you already said it and meant it too."

"What I regret about that is that I don't remember it. I regret that is was under the influence of alcohol and not us. I regret that there were a bunch of people downstairs when we did it. But, I don't regret that it happened." He looked at her and nodded that he believed her.

"I believe you and I agree, I wish I could remember. I least we weren't drunk enough to make it to the bedroom and lock the door."

"No, because then I would be regretting it. It wasn't like it was the first time though, the one you're suppose to remember the most."

"No, it was the second time, almost just as bad."

"I guess we're just going to have to make up for it then," she said as her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Make up for it now?" he asked with a hopeful hint in his voice.

"If you want." He answered by lifting her up and carrying her up the stairs and to his bed.

"I think we've made up for it, don't you."

"Maybe." His statement made her raise her eye brow and look at him out of the corner of her eye. She then changed the subject back to what they were talking about.

"You said some of the things were things we had done. What are the other things you were thinking about?"

"What sort of things we could be doing in the future."

"Like what?"

"Well, more making up for the Christmas fiasco." That earned him a chuckle. "You, teaching me how to shoot a bow and arrow."

"I worry when your less than ten feet from a gun. No one in their right mind would be around you if you had a bow or an arrow, much less the two of them together." He glared at her.

"I think about the voyages you could get and that I could partake in, you saying yes, more moments like the ones right now, laughing good naturedly about the people we both really don't like…"

"Say yes to what?" she asked casually while nuzzled into his chest.

"Hmm?"

You said 'you saying yes,' what are you talking about?"

"This." She felt his hand slip deep into his pocket and then slide something onto her finger. She knew what it was because the box fell out of his suit case when they were unpacking four days ago. She put it back exactly where he had it hid so she wouldn't know she knew. Even though she'd know the whole time he was going to this her heart was still beating a mile a minute.

"I can't image what my life would be like if you were gone. Everything I see for my future involves you. I'm not the best with words but I would do anything for you, if you want me to." Her breathe was stuck in her throat and she couldn't take her eyes off the ring her had just placed on her finger. It was beautiful and looked even better on her finger than it did in the box. "Marry me." She kissed him with more passion that she ever did before.

"Yes." That was the last thing they said that night. They were ready for the future, no matter what was going to come their way.