It had been six months since Ian Kabra had started dating Amy Cahill. Six glorious months.

Yet he sometimes found himself thinking that nothing had changed between them. Sure they went on dates and shared a few small (albeit mind-blowing) kisses once in a while, but there was nothing consistent, nothing special they shared on a day-to-day basis. There were never any covert glances, clandestine meetings or sensually whispered exclamations of love.

Heck, there wasn't even any hand-holding! Ian, though he was viciously charming and quite popular with the ladies, had never been one to immerse himself in the study of relationships and dating, but even he knew about the hand-holding gesture. It was the one guaranteed staple of any relationship!

Needless to say, Ian was mightily befuddled. Was it something he had done? Whose fault was it anyways? Could it be that his Amy was cheating on him? Perhaps with that intolerable Tolliver nincompoop? (A/N: I really wanted to use that word. )

Oh, heck no! That imbecile wasn't even capable to breathing without looking completely and utterly stupid. There was no way that Amy would ever be attracted to him; especially not over the Ian Kabra.

But then again, Tolliver would be more available for dates and sappiness than Ian ever would. With college and running the family business (Ian used "family" very reluctantly; the Kabras could never be mistaken for a family), he barely had time to sleep, let alone meet up with Amy for secret midnight trysts. This was coupled with the fact that Ian was, again, not an altogether relationship-y person.

Stupid love and relationship angst. It was eating away at his very soul. This stuff was way too complicated for its own good. Why couldn't it be easy, like the arts of espionage or lying or business management (three things that had more in common than anyone would have believed)? Why couldn't he and Amy just be happy together?

Sighing deeply, Ian stood from horribly uncomfortable, yet admittedly elegant armchair and stretched in a most un-Kabra like fashion, soothing his sore muscles. He shut off his laptop and shoved it unceremoniously into his backpack, along with a few bills and corporate letters. Thoughts about Amy would cause nothing but mistakes, and mistakes were something that Ian could not afford to make where he worked.

He nodded a somber reply to his ever-perky secretary's "Good night, Mr. Kabra!" and trudged heavily to his car. It had been a long day and a tiring one and his growing fear for his and Amy's relationship was not helping in the slightest to improve his mood.

In about thirty minutes, Ian could be seen walking heavily into his apartment. He was tired, sleepy and cranky, so it took the master Lucian a few moments to fully comprehend the fact that someone had been in his apartment before he had. And by the looks of the blue and green Converse by his door, that someone was most definitely Amy Cahill.

Jolted out of his thoughtless stupor, Ian flew around the living room and kitchen. There was no sign of her, except a black suitcase with Amy's initials embroidered on. Both bathrooms were unoccupied as well.

That only left… his bedroom. How interesting.

"Amy, love, are you in there?" Ian called out softly, fully expecting to be pelted with Nerf darts and/or pillows. However, the sight that greeted him completely banished his manliness as he grinned and whispered "How adorable,"

And adorable it was, for what could be cuter than Amy Cahill in pink and purple monkey pajamas, curled up under the blankets, snoring lightly?

Ian chuckled to himself and changed quickly into his own night clothes. Careful not to awaken his little Sleeping Beauty, he slipped underneath the satin blue sheets and wrapped his arms around her waist. She stirred slightly and turned around, facing him, and snuggled into his chest.

Ian's sour mood melted away as he looked at the flawless and breathtaking creature that was his Amy. Curling his head down to meet hers, he softly kissed her cheek and whispered "Goodnight,". It really was one, now that she was here.

A few minutes later, just as sleep had almost conquered him, Ian was struck with a thought. Things had changed between him and Amy.

And gauging by how content and safe he felt at this moment, drowning in his love's embrace, they had most definitely changed for the better.

Sorry for being MIA for so long. Please don't hate me!

Anyways, I hope you liked this story. Lemme know what you want next. And also I was thinking about changing the profile name from what it is now to Madame Masque. Doesn't it sound cool? Lemme know what you think about that too.

Thanks for reading and not killing me! R&R! Feed this hungry writer!

Celenia

PS: Love you guys!