Heeeey! I am finally back with another ship. So, because I needed some Keefoster, here's a story for them! But it is not a continuation of the new one. It is a completely random one that I wrote last night when I was probably half asleep. XD It is edited though. I don't think I'm going to write a sequal, but I said "Part I" just in case. If there's anything else you'd like to see, please review! ENJOY!

-A Keefoster Moment 2: Part I

It was silent that warm summer night. Not a sound could be heard, besides the cool wind rustling through the trees. But it was peaceful; the darkness wasn't menacing, it was serene. It was the kind of beautiful darkness that could lull you to sleep. It was the sort of night that lovers dream of; a night where you can just sit back and look at the bright silver stars shining up in the sky.

It just so happened that on that silent night, Keefe and Sophie stood on the doorstep of Havenfield. Quiet. Staring.

"You didn't have to come all the way here, you know," Sophie whispered. She wanted to leave. She couldn't handle this anymore. She needed to get out of here now.

"I know," was all Keefe said.

"Thanks for bringing me home."

He only nodded.

"Well then, I better head in." With warm cheeks, she turned around and reached for the door handle.

"Wait," Keefe commanded softly. It was almost desperate, pleading.

"Yes?" Sophie asked, but she couldn't bear to look at him again. He was there. He'd seen everything. Everything Fitz had said...

And Sophie knew she deserved every word.

"Look at me, Sophie." Hesitantly, she faced him, almost gasping when her eyes locked with intense icy-blue ones. Those weren't Keefe eyes.

But no. That was wrong. They _were_ Keefe eyes. This was Keefe, at his most vulnerable and pure.

"I love you," he said simply. Nothing. No strings attached. Just three words, crystalline as water. Sophie's breath caught in her throat.

"Keefe." Her voice felt ragged. She couldn't do this, but she couldn't run away. He deserved so much more than she could ever give him. "I can't."

"Why not?" he whispered softly.

Sophie hung her head. "I just...I can't."

"Is it because you think you're not good enough?"

She stayed silent.

He chuckled. "Oh, Foster." He took a step forward, then reached out a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "If anything, I'm not good enough for you. But I love you. I'm willing to give you everything." His hand lingered near her face.

Sophie pushed him away, on the verge of tears. "No, you can't. I-I'm still..." she struggled with the words in her throat. "I'm still hung up on Fitz. I-it wouldn't be fair. Not to you. I can't let you say those things. All this time, I've been playing with everyone's feelings. Fitz was right."

"Sophie..." she refused to look at him again. "Sophie." He grabbed her chin gently, but firmly, and made her look at him. She couldn't stop the wet liquid from seeping from her eyes and streaming down her face. "It's okay to cry. He broke your heart. He doesn't deserve you."

"Then why does it still hurt?" she cried. She pushed him away, harder this time. "And I can't hurt you, Keefe. I don't want to. Fitz was right."

He took her wrist before she could run away. In one fluid motion, he pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her. Then he sat on the steps and cradled her while she wept. She buried her face in his wide, warm chest.

"Why Keefe? Why are you doing this?" she sobbed.

"I'm not going to leave you alone."

"But you'll only get hurt!"

"I'm not letting you go."

"I'm not worth the heartache."

"Damnit, Sophie. I love you. Nothing is going to change that. You could rip my heart out of my chest and stomp on it. I wouldn't care. You could shove me into a pile of alicorn poop. You could suffocate me with Iggy farts." He kissed the top of her head. She could feel him smiling. "You are worth it. Fitz can shove it up his-"

"Language," Sophie half-heartedly murmured in to his chest.

His body shook with low, quiet laughter.

After a moment of silence, Keefe spoke again. His voice was deep and rough. "I'm not asking you for an answer. I'm just telling you. _I'll be here_, Sophie. I'll always be here for you. Whatever you need, whenever you need it. And maybe someday, when you've got some of the things in your heart sorted out, maybe we could find out where..._this_ might go."

"This..." Sophie whispered. "I don't even understand what this is."

"I think you can feel it."

And Sophie could.

Gradually, Keefe's hand slipped beneath her chin, and lifted her head up. Sophie was lost in the blue. The blue of a cold sea. But there was warmth there too, a sparkle. The Keefe sparkle. The light inside Keefe that would never die. She was so caught in the stare, she hadn't noticed his lips slowly advancing nearer until they were already on hers.

They were soft. Softer than Sophie had ever imagined. Wonderfully lovely. She was already gone. As Sophie returned the kiss, Keefe came down harder, pulling her even tighter against him. Sophie pulled her arms out of his grasp and tangled her fingers in his blonde hair. She smiled against Keefe's mouth. She always enjoyed messing up his hair. This time, though, Keefe didn't seem to mind.

Sophie broke away, gasping for breath. Keefe leaned forward and put his forehead on Sophie's.

"I love you, Sophie. I'll keep on saying it, even if you get tired of it. I'll keep on saying it, when I know you need it the most. I love you."

"Keefe," Sophie panted. She didn't know what else to say. What else could she say? "Keefe, I..."

And then his warm lips were on hers again, silencing her. After a few seconds, Keefe gave her a chance to breathe again. "You don't have to say anything, Foster. Like I said, I don't expect an answer, and I won't rush you. When you're ready, I'll be here." He stood up, pulling Sophie along with him. He gave her a hug, before pushing her gently toward the door. "Good night." He gave her one more fluttery kiss on the forehead before turning to leave.

Sophie caught his tunic in her hand. With her eyes cast to the ground, she pleaded "Don't go." A few more tears splattered to the ground.

Keefe didn't say anything. He simply scooped her up in his arms and began to walk away from the house. Sophie didn't ask where they were going.

He clutched Sophie to his chest with strong, muscled arms, and carred her for a few minutes, then stopped, and set her gently on the ground. They sat there, next to each other, leaning against the spiraled trunk of the Panakes tree. The stars seemed to be weaving in and out of the swaying pink blossoms.

"Whatever you need, Sophie," he murmured in her ear. Sophie shivered, and it wasn't because of the cold.

She leaned up against him, then climbed in to his lap. Keefe wrapped his arms around her again.

The last thing Sophie heard, as she drifted off in to lovely sleep, was a beautiful "I love you," whispered to the wind.

"I love you, Keefe," she answered sleepily back, and then her eyes fluttered closed.