As you can see, for all you lovers of smut and steamy romance, I've posted the last day of Figgy & Miss Mouche together in Aftermath as a seperate story. Firstly, because some people were uncomfortable with it in the original story, and secondly...well, because of that damn rating. ;) So...here it is...

BTW though, my darlings, you've already seen this and the following chapter, so you don't have to review...though I would like it if you did.

Still don't own We Will Rock You...

She was beautiful. She was really, truly beautiful.

That was all I could think while she lay sleeping in my arms, her hair fanning out around her head, her perfect white arms intertwined around my neck, and her lips in a small smile. She looked like she was having a good dream. I couldn't help but wonder what it was about…

God, I'd missed her. I'd missed the way she laughed, the way she smelled of that lavender and thyme perfume, the way I ended up with more lipstick on than she did when she was done kissing me, the way she insisted I had to cuddle her while she fell asleep. Most of all, I'd missed the way her body molded itself perfectly to fit with mine when she fell asleep.

Her nose twitched and she shivered suddenly, cold wearing just the t-shirt I'd arrived in. I tightened my hold on her, hugging her closer to me.

Her nose twitched again, and her eyes opened slowly.

"Morning," I said softly, my fingers gently stroking her arm.

"Morning," she blinked at me, dazed. She screwed up her nose, closing her eyes again as she buried her face in my chest. She had always hated waking up in the morning; she said she was a creature of the night, and that the sunshine didn't agree with her.

"Wake up, Beautiful," I smiled at her blitzed demeanor.

"Well," she managed, dragging a hand sleepily across her eyes. "Good mor-mor-mor-ning Figgy!" she stuttered through a yawn.

"Sleep well?" I asked her.

She nodded, "You?"

I gave an unaffected shrug, and a little smile, "When have I ever slept well?"

"True," she smiled, running a hand through her hair. Her eyes widened suddenly as she tried to run her fingers through her hair again…and again. She looked down, as though searching for something, and then grabbed the ends of her hair. She broke away from me and sat up-right, examining her surroundings.

Her lips formed a perfect "O" before she gasped the word, "Shit."

"What's wrong?" I asked, my brows knit in concern.

"Shit. Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit. Shit," was all she had to say.

"Baby, listen," I caught hold of her shoulders, and held her chin so she faced me, "What's so 'shit'?"

"I...you…we…" she sputtered.

"Yes," I nodded slowly, "I fail to see the problem."

"I'm engaged," she croaked.

"Yes, we've established that," I eyed the large diamond wearily, "What's your point, Babe?"

"I'm engaged, that's the point!" she cried. I watched her, stunned and unsure of what to say, as she jumped out of bed and started pacing back and forth, her bare feet padding quietly against the soft blue carpeting. She looked at me just long enough to shake her head and say, "Galileo you have to leave."

I raised an eyebrow, irritated, "Shirt then, please. If you'd be so kind, Miss Mouche."

She stared at me, confused, and then down at her shirt. For the millionth time, she groaned, "Shit."

"My shirt?" I repeated.

"Can you give me a minute?" she bit her lip, "You know, to change?"

"Sure, I don't mind waiting," I shrugged.

She made a 'go on' movement with her hand, looking at me expectantly.

"Go ahead," I said simply.

"Well get out, would you?"

"I can stay."

She clicked her tongue, as though considering the situation, "Fine."

She calmly lifted the shirt over her head, slowly revealing more and more of her pale abdomen. I couldn't help but gape at her in amazement as she tossed me the shirt in question, "Here." I raised an eyebrow, and let my eyes trail leisurely down her body. God, she was beautiful…

A sharp slap brought me out of my reverie.

"Stop staring, you pervert."

"Why, Sexy?" I found myself replying cheekily.

I was answered with another slap, across the other cheek this time, "I told you to get out. You have your shirt, now leave."

When I didn't budge, she sighed, "What more do you want now?"

"The list is rather long, Darling," I drawled, very much enjoying this newly discovered side of myself. "Want me to guide you through it now?"

She blushed furiously, though still making no attempt to cover her chest, I noticed.

"You look cold, Babe," I glanced at her chest. "Want some help getting warm?"

She bit her lip, finally crossing her arms firmly over her chest, "If you don't get out right now Galileo...I swear to Jaysus, you're going to regret it."

"No, I don't think I will, actually. See, we're both different people now than who we once were. You went Gaga, and I seem to have developed perverted tendencies. So, I think you should tell me why you think I'll regret this."

She stamped her foot, and pointed towards the door, "Screw you, Galileo. Get out!" I smirked at her newly exposed breasts.

"No thanks. You're here to screw, luckily for me," I told her, and stood up to pull her into a heated kiss. My hands roamed her bare body, and she moaned involuntarily into our kiss.

"Mmmmph!" she yelled, finally pulling away angrily, "For fuck's sake, Galileo, please get out." She trained large green eyes on me, and her bottom lip wobbled.

"Oh, Miss Sally, you're getting better," I grinned, "Remember, I'm still waiting for you to tell me that you went Gaga and that you love me."

"Galileo, please," she begged, "Leave."

"Aww, love, you don't mean that."

"Yeah, I actually do."

"No, bet you don't," I kissed her again.

She kissed me back, her hands racing up my back and grabbing onto my hair. She broke away finally, gasping for air.

"I told you that you didn't mean that."

She slapped me across the face again.

"That's a nasty habit you've developed."

"Galileo!"

"Scaramouche!" I grinned, pinning her back down onto the bed, "Okay, good, now once more, with feeling. Might work if you scream…"

It nearly took all of her strength to push me off of her, but she did it in the end.

"Get out. Now," she stood up, looking at me furiously, her cheeks turning an absolutely adorable shade of pink.

"Already told you, no."

"I hate you," her lower lip started to tremble again

I pulled her down so she was sitting on my knee, and started to rub her back, soothing out the little knots in it.

"I know, sweetheart. I know," I whispered, and held her tightly as she started to cry.

"I want you to leave," she sobbed.

"Shh, Baby Girl…If you really want me to, then I guess…"

I was interrupted by the sound of a key turning in the lock. It was the Return of Abs of Steel.