A review on my Ao3 account from Links31 prompted my muse...

Like the prompt that inspired the first part I'm afraid I didn't give you exactly what you asked for.

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Tilly was sat on the park swing-set, rocking slowly back a forth; a sad frown on her face. Her thoughts were on her bad day yesterday.

Her chest still hurt where she'd scratched it, and her wrist was still sore - but what hurt the most was that Margot had seen it… Had had to deal with it all.

They were supposed to hang out today; meet up at in the park and have another date day. But Tilly was waiting for the heart-break she knew was coming. No one stood by Tilly. No one except perhaps Weaver and Rogers.

She was terrified, she liked Margot too much to be rejected by her.

As time passed and Margot failed to show, Tilly's doubts were realised - and in truth Margot had had a lucky escape. Someone so wonderful shouldn't have to deal with someone as screwed up a Tilly…

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"Tilly?"

Tilly looked up from the contemplation of the failed stitching on her sneaker to see Margot running breathlessly towards her, nothing but worry in her eyes.

"You came?" Tilly gasped, truly surprised.

"Of course I came!" said Margot, her smile growing a concerned edge. "Sorry I'm late. There was a delivery and my aunt needed a hand. I'd have sent a text but you don't have a phone. Did you think I wouldn't come?"

"I… I didn't know if maybe yesterday I scared you away," said Tilly quietly.

Margot's smile grew sympathetic.

"Hey, you can't get rid of me that easily… May I?"

She gestured to the swing beside her.

"Help yourself." said Tilly, finally finding her smile.

Margot settled beside her and timed her lazy swing to match with Tilly's.

"If you're not up for much we can just hang." suggested Margot. "You look better though."

Tilly smiled,

"I am. Thank you for your help."

"Hey… any time." said Margot firmly. "I'm here for whenever you need me."

Tilly looked across at her and got lost a little in Margot's loving eyes.

Right then and there Tilly wanted to tell her she loved her. Margot's gaze was so wonderfully calming and familiar. Tilly could almost feel the words pressing at her lips, but something stopped her. They'd only known each other a few weeks. That was too fast to fall this in love, surely?

It was like playing chess with Rogers; in a few weeks she had found two people who felt like home – having never known a real home her entire life.

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Margot brought them both a hot drink - hot chocolate for Tilly and a coffee for Margot - and they strolled through the park following the shore until they found a bench overlooking the pier.

Tilly sipped at her drink and gazed out across the water.

"I do love the sea." she sighed. "I don't know why – but I think I've always been fascinated by it."

"You'd love the Mediterranean." said Margot leaning closer to Tilly as she spun her tale, their arms now touching. "It so warm and calm - just this beautiful turquoise blue. When I was in Greece I just swam every day…"

Tilly rested her head on Margot's shoulder as her friend's story continued, content at her closeness and the music of her excited tones. She could see in her minds eye the world Margot had seen and she felt beautifully free.

Maybe it was possible to fall in love this fast.

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As they chatted they made plans for the evening. Jacinda had organised a movie screening in the community garden to raise funds for the planting. The film was the 1930s classic 'A Midsummer Nights Dream'. Tilly knew Sabine still had a few tickets left.

"I can get the tickets and arrange a picnic using my new pay check." offered Tilly, "It would be a thank you for yesterday."

"I'd like that." said Margot.

Tilly was relieved how graciously Margot accepted the invite. She seemed to understand how much Tilly needed to prove herself after yesterday's set back.

They parted. Margot had an afternoon shift at the bar but she'd be free for the evening.

"I'll pick up from your room at six." said Tilly happily, her mind was already alive at how she could make this the perfect evening.

"You mean the bar… right?"

Tilly just grinned and raced off to find the 'Rollin' Bayeux' truck to buy the tickets and maybe dessert.

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After stressing over what to wear, Margot checked her phone. It was almost six. She should get downstairs and wait for Tilly at the bar.

But just as she got up to go she heard a knock on the window.

Opening the blind, she found Tilly standing on the flat roof right outside her room.

Margot cracked open the window.

"How?" she asked.

"Easy, just climb onto the dumpster and scramble up the wall." said Tilly, wearing a confident grin.

"You do this often?"

"Well just because you don't leave a city doesn't mean you can't explore it."

Margot unlocked the bars on the window and opened it fully. She waited for Tilly to step in and join her, but Tilly was watching her with just as much expectation.

"Are you coming? Or are you afraid of heights?" Tilly asked.

"Out there?"

"Yeah, I've set up the picnic and there's a great view of the screen."

With a slight hesitation Margot clambered out of her narrow window with some help from Tilly and joined her on the roof.

"Don't worry," said Tilly as she led the way. "I did get tickets… it's just better up here."

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"This way," called Tilly moving towards the fire escape that connected to the adjoining building, easily climbing over the rail.

For Margot this all felt very wrong and illegal but there was also the familiar thrill of adventure. In her heart of hearts, she was beginning to realise she would follow Tilly anywhere.

The two flights of stairs led to a balcony opposite a boarded-up window. Waiting for them was a blanket laid out on boards, and on the blanket was a pizza box, some cans of soda and a bag of beignets.

"Our picnic," said Tilly, as she presented the spread, "I hope it's okay."

"It's perfect."

And it was. Perched high on the balcony they had a perfect view of the film projected onto the opposite wall and as a speaker was three storeys down below their feet they could hear it too.

As the audience filled the lot Margot spotted a few familiar faces, her Aunt Roni, Sabine, Detective Rogers… but nobody looked up and saw them.

It was a nice night and a good film. A baby Mickey Rooney as Puck, and James Cagney, more famous for playing tough-guy gangsters, as the comedy lead Bottom, was truly a sight to behold.

They didn't talk much; just exchanged grins as they munched through pizza and pastries. When the film ended neither was inclined to move.

"That was actually an enjoyable film," said Margot, "Not that I know much about Shakespeare. It always annoys me how Romeo and Juliet are held up as this great romantic ideal when they both commit suicide at the end. This had a much happier ending – everyone fell in love."

"I don't know," said Tilly, pulling a face, "I feel sorry for Demetrius, he was made to love Helena. That wasn't true love, that was magic."

"Don't you believe in true love?" Margot asked. "I thought its always supposed to be magical."

"Of course I believe in true love. It's a nice dream. Don't you?"

Tilly looked hopefully across to Margot and Margot was staring right back, as if mapping every millimetre of Tilly's face.

"I'm starting to," she whispered.

Spurned on by a desire that had struck Tilly from the moment she met this young woman, Tilly reached across to touch Margot's cheek, leaning ever so slightly closer.

Margot smiled and leaned in too, her hand lightly gripping Tilly's shoulder.

Their lips met somewhere in the middle. It was a soft, sweet, perfect kiss and yet so familiar. The taste and sensation felt more like coming home than exploring somewhere new and yet the warmth and love in that moment was electrifying.

"Wow!" croaked Margot, as they broke apart.

"Wow!" echoed Tilly, enraptured.

"We should definitely do that again." said Margot eagerly, as she scrabbled to remove her glasses and post them into her jacket pocket before closing in once more.

This time the kiss was deeper, holding more fire and passion. Heads tilted just right to deepen the kiss - tongues clashed. They were in sync, moving as one. Both knew on instinct what to do. There was no awkward bumping of noses and knocking of teeth. They were a perfect match. Made for each other. They fit like the last two jigsaw pieces; united together and finishing the picture.

Tilly moaned and pulled herself closer, her shifting weight pushing Margot back onto the blanket; Margot grabbed Tilly's waist and pulled her down with her so they truly fit together head to toes; side by side.

Margot's fingers reached up to tangle in Tilly's curls. Tilly's fingers slid under the edge of Margot's shirt to caress warm skin. The rhythm of the kiss was perfect and wonderful.

Eventually they broke apart, breathless as much from the sensation of deep connection as from the passion of the kiss.

Margot flopped completely onto her back as Tilly rolled away beside her, mirroring her pose.

Margot grinned madly,

"We just… That was… damn…" She looked over at Tilly, "…Damn!"

Tilly giggled at Margot's response, her own smile so wide she thought it might split her face.

If this was what True Love felt like, it really was magical.

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