A/N: Sorry that this took so long

A/N: Sorry that this took so long!! There's not really a good excuse… I'm in high school, the end of the semester is very stressful, finals and projects so I'm sorry. But I was busy not just being lazy or holding this chapter hostage for reviews. As long as I get one review per chapter I'm pretty happy. I'll keep updating as long as I know SOMEONE is reading this stuff. If there wasn't someone reading then I would just be talking to myself ( like now) and well, that's not real fun and it's a little crazy. Hope you (you all) like/love it.

Rosto's POV

Well, now this was surprising and a tad unusual. Not that I'm complaining, but usually Beka would sooner nap tap me with her baton then jump into my arms, I'm definetly not complaining, wouldn't want to put any ideas into her head, like she needs any help.

I started walking up to my room, this was not a sight anyone needed to see, particurally any of the Rogue, I think that Beka jumping up into my arms and holding on, almost for dear life would fall under the category of not being respectful to the Rogue or Queen of the Rogue.

"Beka," I called softly to her, her head was buried into the crook of my shoulder. It's a good thing I know that she would never turn assassin, she didn't even take honest bribes for a while. Its also very good that's she's not heavy, its not like she is a stick or anything, but if I couldn't carry her up the stairs in this position it could be potentially problematic, likely funny, but problematic. I quickly turned my head and sniffed my shirt and arm pits, I was pretty sure that I had bathed recently but with a gixie in your arms you want to make sure you don't smell or anything.

I walked into my room, set her down on the bed and sat next to her. For a moment she just looked at me, those misty grey eyes seeing my soul.

"Beka," I said quietly.

"Rosto," she answered, just as quiet.

"We need to talk," I said, almost wincing.

"Nothing good ever comes of a conversation that's started with 'we need to talk' Rosto, what is it we need to talk about?" she said. Uh-oh, I definitely began this wrong, she's getting all tough on me, bringing her wall up and readying her armor. I can't believe she thinks I would ever hurt her.

"I couldn't think of another way to begin, I'm not quite thinking clearly at the moment," I tried, in an attempt to get myself out of this hole that I had dug for myself, "nothing bad. We need to talk about 'us', whether or not there is an 'us', if and when we are going to tell people, and about your rusher notions," I said.

Beka's POV

Wow. He really must love me or something. Calm, cool, collected, always acting like a Player, is talking like a cove to his first gixie. What was I going to tell everyone? My Lord Provost? Tunstall and Goodwin? Ahuda? The other puppies? Even if my friends understand this isn't going to be easy. But its Rosto, the Rogue, even if the two are different, they can't be separated. Its worth it, I can feel it.

"Rosto," I whispered, speaking, finally was the looking in his eyes, he started to say something but I stopped him, "yes, Rosto, there is an us, yes we are going to tell people, its going to be interesting, but its not something that can be hidden and there's no reason to hide," I finished quietly, hoping he felt the same way.

" I love you Beka Cooper, Terrier of the Provosts Guard," he was like a dog with a bone with that stupid name.

" I think I love you too Rosto the Piper, Rogue of Tortall," two can play that game.

"Only think-"

This time I interrupted him with a kiss.

A/N: Yes I know, very short and fluffy. But fluff is good for you! The story is going to be picking up a little bit. I'm very sorry about the filler. I wanted to have something to post, I know it has been forever. But it is summer, so I will have more time to devote to my lovely readers.