The two laughed, standing outside on the balcony. The only place they could find that was private. Amy looked to Bruce, smiling, blushing all the while.

"I can't believe they enjoy those jokes." Bruce said once he relaxed. "They're so ... old!"

"But they've never heard them." Amy grinned. "They'd never suspect they were laughing at commoner jokes." she giggled again, looking down. Bruce looked over to her. "Could you imagine the looks on their faces if they found out?" she bit her lip and silence fell between the two. It broke only when Bruce cleared his throat.

"So, uh, how was Swan Lake?"

"Hm? Oh! It was alright." Amy smiled, looking down. "Honestly, I didn't pay much attention. Not that they noticed." she murmured. "I don't care much for ballets."

"So, why did you go? You could have just said you didn't want to."

"Because they wanted me there." Amy looked back to Bruce. "If I'm going to make it anywhere I have to suck up my pride and just ... go with the flow." Bruce frowned more. "Don't give me that look. It's a small price to be popular!"

"You don't seem like you enjoy it." Amy blinked, staring at him.

"What do you mean? Of course I do! This is the high life! I'm living a dream!"

"So why do you look like your in a nightmare?"

"I ... " Amy shrunk back, blushing. Bruce pressed forward.

"You keep saying you're enjoying yourself, but given half the chance you complain about it. You look miserable."

"I just ... "

"You say you don't want to fall, but I think you might enjoy it just to drop this charade."

"B-bruce, what ... "

"I'm right, aren't I?"

"You're ... close..."

"Only close?"
"Y-yeah ... um, p-personal space?"

"Huh?"

How long had he been this close to her? She was practically pinned against the railing. He hadn't even noticed he was moving close to her while he was talking. He blushed, beginning to pull back. "O-oh, um, sorry about that." And Amy moved, this time.

In one, quick motion she reached up, curling her fingers around his jacket and pulled Bruce back down. The slight yelp of surprise was soon muffled as she pressed her lips against his. Brief. Chaste - wait, no. What's the opposite of chaste? Immoral? Debased? No .. No no no ... Before he could even come up with the word, Amy pulled away, eyes wide, cheeks red. "I, um... Sorry ... I guess. I mean, I don't .. I don't know why I did that. I just," She was rambling.

Bruce cut her off with a second kiss. Soft. Longing. A hand cupped her face as the kiss was returned with passion.

That's the word! Passionate.

When the second, passionate kiss broke, both were left breathless. Their faces red, breath heavy.

And they smiled. Amy shifted, moving to be close to Bruce as he curled an arm around her frame.

Fervor. Ardor. Admiration. Affection.

Love.