Notes: I'm having very slight difficulties with RL and over night, this challenge came to my head. All this is going to be is Stitch/Lilo fluff since Rekindled Love isn't close to the Stitch/Lilo parts. There MIGHT be sad oneshots though, it depends on what I come up with. Suggestions are fine, but I want to try this independently. However, if there is a certain oneshot you've been dreaming about and haven't seen it on the site, then do not hesitate to suggest it and if I'm stumped or I see that this really matters to you, then I'll do it! Expect shortness and not chronological order! This is just like… doodling where something comes to your head and you subconsciously do it. Anyway, enough blabbing. Enjoy the A-Z oneshots!

Stitch's POV:

I stare at her sleeping face. Her petite body curled under the warm comforter, seeking heat from the fabric to avoid the chilliness that occupied the room. Her raven hair cascaded down her shoulder and her head rested on her flat hands. She is sleeping peacefully as the night wears on. The moonlight protrudes through the window, casting its glowing rays on the girl. Her skin glistens, making her look so ethereal.

This girl looked so much like an angel, but she is also one to me. Like the victim in quest of help, I slipped too many times. I was previously known as Experiment 626, a monster that was built to destroy. They said I have no heart to give, no love to share, and no goodness to show. Like an angel, she came to me, or rather I came to her. Either way, we found each other. It wasn't love at first sight, far from it actually. I detested the girl and the way she would get me to be good. Later though, I learned to respect her. She had gone through a childhood life of losing her parents, a tragedy no child should partake. That respect then turned to complete adoration. I wanted to be good to redeem myself, but a part of me also wanted to be good for her. To show her that I can give her my heart, share my love with her, and allow her to see the bottled up goodness she had brought out in me.

Only she can see what I'm feeling. I only allow her to see my frustration. Around other people, I conceal my vexation, but I don't even bother to put up the barriers with her. Only she saw the tears of grief when my supposed buchee-bu Angel left me for another. I never wanted a female near me ever again. Angel had broken my heart and left it in careless shatters. Only she plucked them up from the ground and pieced it together. She didn't give it back to me though, no, she stole it from me. She has my heart, the only one I will ever share it with.

I slide off my cot, trailing over to the slumbering form beneath the sheets. I tower over her, observing her serene face as she slept. I kneeled down beside her, drinking in her sweet scent. Finally, I leaned forward to peck her lips with mine. I stood, but I couldn't walk back to my cot. A restraint held my arm in a securing grip. I turned my head and smiled at her. Her big brown eyes looked at me with confusion, as though registering in her mind that I kissed her. I had told her my feelings for her and she told me hers as well, so we were a couple, but never had we kissed.

"W-What were you doing?" She stutters.

I smiled at her, this time hiding my nervousness. Had it been wrong to kiss her? Was she scared of me now? Guilt weighed heavy apparently as it felt like it was dropping tons on my chest. Her lips slowly slid upwards into a grin and that caused my guilt to slowly evaporate. Why should I feel guilty of one thing that felt so right?

Then I remembered her question and answered her both verbally and physically. "Stitch doing… this." I responded and leaned down to capture her lips again. I touched her lips with mine softly, wanting us to take it slow and revel in the moment. After all, the girl's only fourteen and this was both our first kiss. I had never kissed Angel on the lips before, on the cheek or forehead yes, but never the mouth. As far as I know, she never had a boyfriend either. This made me feel giddy that I was deserved the honor to be her first boyfriend.

She reluctantly pulled away when we both needed air. She smiled at me and I saw the reflection of my own emotions sparkling in her eyes. I smiled and leaned in to nuzzle her nose, planting light feather kisses on her face.

My hand rose to her cheek, caressing the velvety skin. Her eyelids drooped and she leaned into me, releasing a contented sigh against my neck. I dropped my hand from her face and wrapped her into a hug. "I love you." I murmured to her and only felt her nod as her response. She must've fallen back to sleep.

Even if she didn't hear my declaration of my love for her tonight, there would be many other nights when I would tell her. There will be times when I'll say it to her maybe twenty times a day or when I whisper it to her before we go to bed at night. She maybe didn't hear it tonight, but she will feel it in my kiss, my touch, my embrace. I vow to make it my lifelong mission to create different ways to show her how much I love her, show her that I'll always care for her, that I'll want her in every day of my life. I will protect her, I will love her, I will sacrifice my life for. I will do anything to repay for what she has done for me.

She will be loved, she will be cared for, and she will be safe, because she is mine. My Lilo, my love, my everything. Angel of mine.