A/N: Last night I sat down with the intention of writing some serious stuff about Wilson. Well, all that came out was this. Nothing serious at all. Just fluff. Maybe I shouldn't have listened to fluffy love-songs. (I love the word 'fluff'! fluff fluff fluff)

Dialogue only.

It's up to you who says what... :-)

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„Say it again."

„No!"

Oh, come on. You know you want to."

„No!"

„Alright, then I'll say it - I love you."

„Shut up!"

„Make me. - I love you."

„No!"

„Why not? Are you afraid of me? - I love you."

„No!"

„Yes you are. Or you'd make me. - I love you."

„You're pathetic."

„You're pathetic. Such a big guy and can't even say three little words. Or shut up his boyfriend. - I love you."

„Drop it. This is my last warning."

„Ha! Or what? What are you gonna do? - I love you."

„You're asking for it."

„Do I, now? - I love... ymmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh"

„I love you."

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