Perfect
Acepilot

AN - This is so short it's ridiculous. But hey, not all fics have to be long. This is a T/L fic, but it's never really specified, I guess. If you'd rather it be T/K or P/K, then knock yourself out. I guess C/A wouldn't really work...sorry. Anyway - this was written at 9:49pm on Valentines Day. I had a rotten day. But...well, read the fic.

Disclaimer - the AGU gang are property of KlaskyCsupo.

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It's been an awful day, but that all disappears the moment I see her face.

She's standing on the cusp of my room, grinning her beautiful devil-may-care grin and all but undressing me with her eyes. Which is reasonable, as I'm doing the same to her. She always stresses before we go out, I've been told many a time by her brother, worrying what to wear, what I'll like. It doesn't matter that I think she looks amazing in anything.

It's been an awful day, but that all disappears the minute she steps in the room.

I lean back slowly in my desk chair. Minutes ago the orchestra of my mind was playing a slow, angst-ridden piece of score, but now the conductor has changed gears and is leading them in an upbeat, hills-are-alive and birdies-are-singing kind of thing. The fact that my family are driving me up the wall and I've locked myself in my room for almost twenty minutes now is all irrelevant, because she's in my room at last. At long last.

It's been an awful day, but that all disappears the second she walks across the floor.

I reach over and flick on the lamp as she shuts the door behind her, finally providing some light in my little escape from the world. The low but sufficient illumination plays tricks with the shadows, and makes her look even more amazing than normal. Her eyes practically glow as she smiles at me, and I reciprocate, the first upbeat expression I've made all day.

It's been an awful day, but that all disappears the instant she stops in front of me.

I reach up slowly and brush my hand through her hair and she sinks down slowly into my lap. I take her in my arms and press her lips to mine, and all the troubles I'm having with the world - writer's block, the frustrations of family life, the difficulty of being a teen - are gone, vanished without a trace. And they'll be back, of course, to haunt me another day. But for the moment, it's just her. Just her and none of the baggage of the world, none of the difficulties provided by life. The way she always makes me feel.

Because no matter what's happened, she's there for me. No matter what's happened, she understands. She listens. She wants to help me, she wants to be the one I come to. And I want to be there for her. I understand her like no-one else does. Not even her brother, I like to think. And it's the sweetest thing of all to know that I've found someone who I can share this kind of bond with. Someone who shares it with me. Someone who I love so much that all she has to do is glance my way - or even just be nearby - for me to forget about the rest of the world.

"How was your day" she asks, whispering softly in my ear.

I pull back and kiss her on the forehead.

"It was perfect."