Yeah, I know, I haven't updated in way too long. And the only excuse I can come up with is school and exams. But here's a treat for all of my Naruto fans who don't hate me for not updating Fugitives... This is just a one-shot for now, and will probably stay that way. If you can guess who the two characters are, I'll give you a cookie.

Enjoy.

She wanted the moment to be perfect.

She wanted the words to be more than just words carelessly thrown around in the air. She wanted them to mean something much more than what the literal meaning was. She didn't want it to be like other relationships where the words slip out casually, as if they meant nothing. She needed it to be special, important.

That's what he's thinking about as he quietly enters the room. It's clean and immaculate, as usual. Not a thing is out of place. It looks almost like a painting were everything is perfect and cannot be moved. The light from the afternoon sun is pouring in through the window, bathing the room in an orangey glow. There's a bed in the corner with the sheets half off and she's sitting on it.

She doesn't notice him enter. Her eyes are concentrating on the magazine in her hands and iPod headphones are loosely placed in her ears. She's wearing baggy sweatpants and a sweatshirt about two sizes too big for her. Her hair isn't straightened, it's wavy and frizzy and he guesses that there are knots hidden deep within. Her glasses are resting on the bridge of her nose, in place of her contacts. She looks like she just got out of bed, but he still thinks she looks beautiful.

He begins to walk over to her, his steps quiet and careful. There's a tight knot in his stomach and his throat feels like it might close up any second. The short walk from the door to her feels like an eternity, but before he knows it, he's standing over her.

He gulps nervously and tells himself: this is it as he snakes his arm around her waist. A gasp escapes her lips as she turns around. She's surprised, but he can that she's happy by the way her icy blue eyes dance with excitement. The iPod headphones fall out of her ears and she tosses the magazine to some corner of the room. She smiles as he pulls her closer to him, and he can't help but smile too.

She leans against his chest, running her finger along the creases of his white T-shirt. His body tenses, feeling shivers go up and down his spine, and she looks up at him, giggling. His arms tighten around her as if he's afraid to let her go. She doesn't say anything.

He runs his hand through her golden hair, which feels softer than feathers to his fingers. His other hand traces lines along her back. She giggles again and the sound makes him feel like he's in heaven.

As the seconds turn to minutes, he feels it. She's leaning against him and he's holding her tightly, and he knows that this is the perfect moment. His mind is racing with so many thoughts that he can't understand them properly, but he doesn't care, because he simply knows it.

He pulls back, only the slightest, so he can brush his lips against hers. Her eyes blink shut as his lips move from her mouth to her ear. He can feel the knot in his stomach again and sweat drops beginning to form, but he ignores it.

"I love you," he breathes into her ear. The words come out so smoothly and it feels so right, but he looks at her worriedly anyway. Her eyes flutter open, and for a fraction of a second he's not sure if it was the right time or not. But she smiles again, causing his insides to melt, and leans her mouth to his ear.

"Me too."