Despite my awkwardness and both of our inexperience, my relationship with Libra was deepening and broadening daily. Even with me working myself nearly to the bone, I still found time to spend with Libra, which was helped by the fact that she essentially lived at my apartment. We had found a new place with three bedrooms, one of which could be used as an office, and were waiting on the current tenants to move out before we moved in. This happily fell during the Easter Holidays, which were mid April. However, Libra's lease was up in March, and as such we were having to move everything she owned into temporary storage or into our now shared apartment.

Thankfully, Libra had acquired far less in the way of physical possessions than the average person, as she'd lived in constant fear that she would need to leave at a moment's notice. We were also able to liquidate a number of redundant items, going instead with the ones I had purchased. All in all, it took us a single weekend to get all of Libra's things emptied from her apartment. When we walked in the door of my place Sunday evening, Harry jumped about the living room, grinning at us.

"Welcome home, mom!" he cheered.

Libra pursed her lips. "Harry, you can't call me that."

Harry froze, a look of panic and fear coming over his face. Tears formed in his eyes. "I...I can't?" he stammered.

"No, love," Libra said, kneeling down to pull him into a hug. "We're British. It's mum."

"Coises," I growled. "Foiwled again! But I'll be bwack!"

"And your father needs to get a move on," Libra informed Harry. "I'm not technically your mother until we're actually married as a family. Technically, we are, in fact, living in sin."

"But that's bad!" Harry gasped.

"Don't be silly," I said, shaking my head and crossing my arms. "Vegas is thousands of miles away. I can tell; it's not very wet there."

"You're weird, dad," Harry said, then yawned.

"Let's have a story then put you to bed," Libra said, guiding Harry towards his bedroom.

I yawned and went about putting away a few of the miscellaneous items that were still scattered in boxes on the floor, trying to clear more of an open space. Just then, there was a knock at the door. I frowned and went to open it, then hesitated. It was ungodly late, and I was certainly not expecting company. I grabbed one of Libra's frying pans from a nearby box, tucking it behind my back. I unlocked the door and opened it a crack.

"Yes?" I said, peering out into the night.

A hand shot through the door, grabbing me by the collar. The motion was so sudden I dropped the pan, which made an incredible racket. I was jerked back as the door slammed open. I found my nose assaulted by the scent of heavily liquored breath, then I was pulled out onto the small porch.

"Ish Harry here?" the man holding on to me slurred. "I...I want to shee him."

In the light of the full moon behind him, I could make out that the man holding on to me was dressed in dark robes, with long black hair and eyes that burned with madness.

"Who are you?" I gasped, struggling to free myself. I managed to knee my captor in the groin, which made him yelp. He dropped me, and I fell to the ground and tried to scramble back.

The man lurched towards me, and I kicked at him, causing him to stumble and fall across me. I struggled for a bit, wrestling with him until I felt something jab into my gut.

"Don't...don't move. Or I'll hexsh ya," the man ordered.

"You're not taking my son," I snapped, trying to punch the man in the nose.

This, however, caused him to fly into a blind rage. "HARRY ISH NO SON OF A MUGGLE!" he roared. "STUPIFY!"

I flinched as the wand dug into my gut once more, stiffening in panic. I found myself breathing hard and laying limply. The man scrambled to his feet as I lay there, looking about the room.

There was a blinding flash and a tremendous bang, and I felt as though I was practically deafened. I struggled to my feet, looking around wildly.

"David, down!" Libra barked.

I glanced over my shoulder, and saw that the intruder was surrounded by a shimmering bubble. He sneered at us. "Shtupid muggles. I'm Shiriush Fucking Black! Those can't hurt ME! Expelliarmus!"

A jet of white light crashed into Libra, flipping her over and slamming her head into the door frame. The shotgun she'd been holding flew easily into Sirius' hand.

"You're supposed to be on our team," I gasped, unsure of what to do.

Sirius blinked at me. "Didn't I shtun you?"

I didn't answer, instead rushing forward with an angry yell and grabbing Sirius around the waist, forcing him back. We crashed back through the door, and hit the low wall behind the porch. Sirius grunted in pain, but slammed the barrel of the shotgun into my back repeatedly. I clung on for dear life, trying desperate to force him, or even both of us, over the wall and down to the parking lot below as blows rained down.

However after tiring, Sirius pointed his wand at my back once more, saying, "Stupify!"

I closed my eyes against the flash of red, but nothing happened.

"Huh?" we both said, confused by the fact that I wasn't now unconscious.

"You leave my daddy alone!" Harry shouted from behind us.

We both focused on him. "Harry, stay back! He's trying to kill us!" I ordered. "Go, hide, hopefully Dumbledore will be here soon!"

In response, Harry hissed something and threw a small red object that looked like a piece of twine. It landed on Sirius' face, and he yelped as Buttercup bit him square on the nose. He wrenched the snake free, then flung it away, cursing. However, he went limp then and began to cry.

"James...Harry itsh me? Why do you hate me James?" he begged as I once more began to try and hoist him over the side.

"You hurt my mum!" Harry barked. "And you leave my dad alone!"

I managed to get Sirius over the side. A half second later, there was a loud crack. I looked down, and instead of a body I found only wet asphalt. All over the building, lights were coming on and shouts were heard. "Call the police Mr. Green," I bellowed at our next door neighbor as I ran back inside.

"On their way," our elderly neighbor answered, his face peering at me through a small window.

I raced to Libra's side, tears forming in my eyes as I cradled Libra in my arms.

"Dad, what do we do?" Harry sobbed, falling to his knees beside me.

"Call 999," I ordered. "Tell them we need an ambulance, and quickly."

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and bent my head so that my ear was by Libra's mouth. "Still breathing," I gasped in relief. I immediately checked for signs of more injuries. It didn't take long to spot the massive pool of blood forming at the back of Libra's head. I yanked my shirt off, carefully wrapping around the contusion while making sure not to move her head or neck much. Keeping pressure on the wound, I began to sob, praying all the while. It went something like, "Oh God let her be OK, Oh God let her be OK!"

I rocked back and forth on my knees, listening as Harry talked to the operator in a panic stricken voice.

"A bad man came and threw mum into the wall! She won't get up and I can see blood! Dad's back is bleeding pretty bad too and he's got blood all over his face!"

"I'm alright, Harry," I said weakly. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off though, I began to notice that my back was wet and hurt like hell, and I could taste iron in my mouth. I tried to wipe my nose with my arm, and found that it flopped all over the place and hurt like hell. Broken, probably, I mentally inventoried.

I sat there in a daze until EMS arrived on the scene. "She's hurt worse," I said, handing my stained shirt to the paramedics and beginning to shake uncontrollably. "Head injury. Got slammed into the wall really hard."

"Sir, sir I need you to look at me," one of the medics said as they strapped Libra onto a body board and lifted up.

I tried to focus on the penlight the medic was holding, but I couldn't focus my eyes. Everything seemed to be pulsing for some reason, and despite the cold I began to feel warm.

"He's going into shock!" someone whispered close by. I sagged over, struggling to stay conscious.

"Harry," I slurred. "He was after Harry."

What were the symptoms of shock? I was...I was an Eagle scout. I should remember this. You...you elevated...something. And blankets…

I blacked out.

We never found Buttercups body. The brave little milk snake had given her life to save us, something I never thought I'd be able to say. I'm fairly certain she was eaten by a predator of some kind, or fell into a crevasse we never were able to retrieve her from. It had been days until we were able to search for her though, so that wasn't surprising.

Louise came and got Harry, and he was placed in an emergency home. To my surprise, it was the Davers. Apparently, everyone had heard about the situation, and the recently sober Frederick Davers apparently thought he owed me something. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I came to the next morning in the hospital. To my surprise, I had a visitor. I opened my eyes and found a balding man with red hair and glasses sitting next to my bed, chuckling to himself as he read the morning paper.

"Where's Harry?" I gasped, trying to sit up. "Libra, is she alright?"

"Oh! Goodness, no, don't do that, don't do that," the man said, standing up and gently forcing me back down. "Harry is quite safe. Libra has been taken to a...special hospital. She'll be quite well. Your injuries were far less serious, and it was decided not to move you."

I squinted up at the man. "I know you," I muttered. "You're...I've seen you before. I can't remember where."

The man chuckled, shaking his head. "We have never met, you and I, Mr. Murphy. Though don't tell the muggles here that. They think I'm your cousin."

My eyes widened, and I felt my pulse quicken and I stiffened. "You're a wizard!"

"Please, please, calm down," the man said. "I'm Arthur Weasley. I owe you more than I can ever repay, Mr. Murphy. I have come to understand that you saved my son's life."

I relaxed slightly, but eyed Mr. Weasley skeptically. "Saved Black too. He tried to kill me."

Mr. Weasley let out a heavy sigh and waved his wand, muttering something under his breath that sounded like pig latin. "We can talk freely for a few minutes. I dare not use any really strong magic, for fear I could disrupt all these wondrous machines of yours." He sat heavily in the chair on the paper, and I suddenly noticed he had dark circles under his eyes. "Mr. Black is a very, very unhealthy individual. Far more than we ever realized."

"What happened?" I demanded. "Why did he attack us last night?"

"That, I am afraid, is a long, very painful tale. I will be brief and hit the key points however. Last night was, as you know, the full moon. Sirius has been going out to the Forbidden Forest with Remus Lupin, which is a secret so do not tell anyone if you please, as his lycanthropy is not well known. However, last night, the two had something of a falling out, over what I am not quite sure yet, but I know they have been arguing a great deal these past few weeks."

"Instead of going with Lupin, Black left the forest not long after moonrise. He had somehow acquired your address, and despite his ineptitude in the muggle world, he managed to locate your home. He did not intend to hurt you or anyone else, he was only desperate to see Harry, who he views as his last link to his previous, far more happy life. However, he had also been drinking as he searched, and by the time he found he he was very inebriated indeed."

"The letter," I groaned. "I'm so stupid! I post marked it with my own return address!"

"Ah," Mr. Weasley nodded. "Not your fault. We all thought Sirius was doing much better, and could once more be trusted."

"He was in Azka-freaking-ban for years!" I snarled. "Of course he wasn't well!"

"He is a better actor than we gave him credit for," Mr. Weasley admitted. "But this brings me to my own, abit minor, part in this tale. We did not know Sirius was absent for some time. However, when the wards at your home were triggered by Sirius' assault on you and your family, Dumbledore arrived on the scene not long after. He saw that Sirius was gone, and that you and your wife were already in the care of the muggle healers."

"She's not my wife," I said. Then my eyes widened. "Oh God, oh God she's not my wife! I...I never even asked her to marry me! We never even had sex! Oh God, the woman I love is dead, and I've wasted everything!"

I began to weep bitter tears, which caused Mr. Weasley to pop up and pad my face with a handkerchief. "There, there, she's quite alright Mr. Murphy. She's in-"

"Get off of me," I snarled, feebly shoving at the clucking wizard.

Mr. Weasley stepped back, his face a picture of fatherly concern. "Libra Macnair then, is safely at my home. My wife is quite adept at healing the various cuts, scrapes, and even concussions that a herd of boys with access to brooms acquire. The last I heard, she was in a restorative sleep and well on the way to recovery."

I blinked, trying to focus and struggling to do so. It felt like my mind was full of fog. "She...she's OK? And Harry?"

"With a friend from school," Mr. Weasley informed me. "Severus Snape is standing guard for the moment."

"You keep that fucking disgrace away from my son," I spat, struggling to sit up. "That man is an insult to the profession of pedagogy and one sick bastard."

Arthur Weasley recoiled, shaking his head. "I...very well. I shall go relieve him then. But for me to do so, you must first drink this." He withdrew a stoppered clay vial from his pocket.

"Fine," I growled, and chugged it. I immediately began coughing. "Urgh! It tastes like donkey whizz and goat droppings!"

Mr. Weasley frowned, sniffing the bottle then bringing a drop to his lips and licking it. He immediately yawned, then shook his head. "No, no that's Molly's best restorative sleep potion. I...I've never seen anyone not immediately nod off after drinking a whole bottle."

"Just go," I told him. "The doctors here can take care of me."

Mr. Weasley nodded and stepped out. A short time later a nurse came in, took my vitals, then gave me a shot in my IV. I was soon sound asleep once more.

In total, I was in the hospital for three days. I had multiple large contusions and bruises on my back, two broken ribs, a broken nose, and had gone into shock from both seeing Libra get hurt and the extreme physical exertion and violence. I was a wreck, and had to be driven home by Frederick.

"Brave what you did," he told me as we puttered along the sleepy streets of Little Whinging. "That mad man had a gun he did. Tried to kill you all. Should have killed you. Don't know how you an' Libra managed not to get yourselves all killed."

"By the grace of God," I said, looking out the window. And some really weird stuff, now that I had time to ponder it. Why had I not been knocked out cold by Sirius' magic? It had worked fine on Libra, that much was obvious, and he'd clearly been able to make some sort of shield that had made the shotgun completely useless. His magic hadn't been the problem. So what had been?

We stopped at my apartment, and Fred had to help me up the stairs. Apparently, I had to call him that now, as we "were mates and all." I was now Dave, a name I really didn't like. David was a noble warrior king. Dave was the guy who flipped burgers. Oh well. Small sacrifices.

Harry and Olivia were playing on the Nintendo together when we came inside. Harry jumped up and hugged me, and Olivia stood and looked at me for a moment, then awkwardly came up and held up her open hand. I high fived it. Aspies. No social skills, but you gotta love 'em.

"I was so scared daddy," Harry whispered as I embraced him. "I thought you and mummy were going to die."

"We're alright, kid," I said, kissing the top of his head. "That which does not kill us only makes us miserable."

Harry tried to laugh, but it came out as a sob.

"Tea, everyone?" Maribelle Davers asked, coming into the room with a tray of steaming mugs. "How do you take yours, David?"

"Honey," I said, making myself not grimace. I was really not a tea guy. Well, not hot tea. I loved me some iced tea, but that was different.

We all had tea together, and then the Davers fussed over me for a bit. I assured them Harry and I would be fine. Catherine had come to visit me in the hospital, told me I was a hero, and that if I so much as drove past the school before the end of the Easter Holidays, I was fired. She knew me all too well.

Once everyone was gone, there was a knock at the door. I growled, and Harry flinched.

"It's me," a cheery voice called. "Just come to check up on you."

"Dad, who is it?" Harry whispered, clutching onto my arm tightly.

"Go open the door, Harry," I groaned. "Looks like you get to meet another wizard. One who probably isn't trying to kill us or kidnap you."

The smiling face of Arthur Weasley was revealed as the door swung open, and he held up a pot. "I brought you both some supper. Molly figured neither of you would be much for cooking for a few days. Libra says Harry loves spaghetti."

"Yes," Harry said quietly, looking down shyly. He glanced back up at Mr. Weasley and blurted, "Will you help me find Buttercup?"

Even with magic's help, Buttercup and her mortal coil were long gone. Harry wept for a long time when the search had to be given up due to failing light. Mr. Weasley was great with him, as I suppose you'd expect a guy with seven children to be.

"Libra sends her love," he informed us as he dished up the pasta. "She's just about fully recovered, but to be safe we're giving her a few more days. She's gone practically mad with being kept in bed, but Molly is a force of nature when she wants to be, and the poor girl could use some mothering."

"She's my mum," Harry declared. "She said so."

Arthur gave Harry a sad smile, then patted him on the back. "I'm glad you found another one, Harry. Lily and James would be so pleased."

That brought on the waterworks again, and with the hour growing late Mr. Weasley put Harry to bed. He helped me to Libra's bedroom, then lay me down in the bed I hadn't slept in for a very long time.

"Rest, Mr. Murphy," Mr. Weasley said. "It's the best healer of all."

"Thanks," I said, groaning as I lay down. I peered up at him, studying the man's face. "You're a lot less spacey than I thought you'd be. You haven't even asked me how my television works or something."

Mr. Weasley chuckled. "As much as I am, in fact, dying to ask you any number of questions about how your telervision works or how aeroplanes stay up without levitation charms, I know when a man is knackered, and should be left well enough alone. Another time, perhaps."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Thanks again."

"No, Mr. Murphy, thank you." With that, Mr. Weasley left, and soon I was once more wrapped in sleep's sweet embrace.

It was a full three more days before Libra returned, wearing several superfluous bandages as her wounds had been cured through magic, and would not normally have healed so quickly. We cried a lot when we saw each other again, Harry wrapped around both of us and blubbering right along. Finally, I composed myself to carefully lower myself to one knee, putting an arm around Harry.

"Libra," I said, "I know this is sudden, but-"

"David," she blurted. "I have something to tell you."

I blinked, my courage slowly evaporating at the interruption. I swallowed, nodding. "Ok." After all, maybe now was not the best time to ask Libra to marry me.

"David, while I was ill I thought about nothing but you and Harry," Libra said, kneeling herself and taking my hand in both of hers. "I remembered how it felt to see you fighting with Sirius, and, well, thinking you could die. I realized I was just wasting time, trying to do things the proper way when that's all bollocks anyway."

I blinked. She wasn't going to-

"David, will you marry me?" Libra whispered, her hands trembling. "I know it's not the usual way for the woman to ask, but sometimes you're just so thick and I-"

"Yes," I whispered, pulling Libra into a hug. "With all of my heart, yes."

There was a loud sniff, and Molly Weasley, who had delivered Libra, began to pat her cheek and cry about how beautiful the whole thing was.

"Not now, Molly," Mr. Weasley whispered, taking his wife on his arm and leading her outside. "Let's give these two a moment of privacy, hmmm?"

We were all three a complete mess for a very long time, everyone crying and laughing and hugging and kissing. Harry was overjoyed, and kept saying "We're a real family, we're a real family."

"I love you," I told Libra. "I don't know if I've said that before. It was implied, but I just thought you needed to hear it."

"I love you too, David," Libra declared. "More than anything."

Once we had composed ourselves, Libra hauled me back to my feet. Molly saw and bustled back in, holding up her wand. "Oh, let me help you Mr. Murphy, I can just-"

"No," Libra growled, putting herself between Molly and me. "No more magic."

"Wait," I said, putting my hand on Libra's shoulder. "Let her try. I want to see what happens."

Libra gave me a hurt and baffled look, and I smiled and kissed her awkwardly on the cheek, as my face was still bandaged up. "Trust me."

Libra nodded, and stepped aside.

Molly raised her wand as her husband quietly closed the door, then said several things in weird latin while waving the wand over my face. Nothing happened. "Well, that's odd," Molly said, frowning. "Let me just try that again dear." Once more she waved the wand and said the words. Again, nothing. This time Molly tried with different motions and words. Nada. There were sparks and light, but I felt no different.

"What in the world," Arthur murmured, stepping forward and examining my face.

"You try," Molly said, looking offended. "I don't know why it won't work."

Arthur raised his wand and did several spells. He managed to dry my shirt off from all the tears and snot, but nothing he did affected my wounds. "This is very strange," Arthur said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, but it seems there is nothing we can do."

"I kinda figured that was the case," I said, nodding slowly. "That potion you gave me in the hospital didn't do jack. Neither did the spells Sirius used on me. Where is the jerk by the way?"

"Sirius is in the intensive care ward at Saint Mungo's," Mr. Weasley said. "He will not be released until the healers find him to be of both sound body and mind, which I am afraid may not be for some time."

"Good," I growled. That son of a bitch hurt my family. I could forgive him later. Much later.

The Weasleys stood awkwardly for a moment, until Molly cleared her throat. "Well, we really must be going. Percy is minding the others, but the twins, well, they can be a bit much. Oh! But let us know when the wedding is, we'll be sure to attend!"

With a cheery wave, Molly and Arthur left, closing the door behind them.

"I don't like her at all," Libra growled. "The nerve. Inviting herself to my wedding."

"To be fair, she did just save your life," I pointed out. "Or at the very least, spare you several weeks of convalescing and possible permanent brain damage. You got off lucky."

Libra grunted and shrugged, but then turned around to study my face. "But David, their magic, it did nothing at all to you? Why? Are you some sort of wizard?"

"No,"I said firmly. "In fact, I think I'm the complete opposite. Come on, let's have a sit down."

Once we were seated, I explained my theory. "The thing is, I'm nearly certain that was no magic where and when I come from, not even a little bit. Harry, you, the Weasleys, you didn't exist, and neither did magic. Why, I don't know, but it seems to be the truth. That makes me pretty grateful I came here though, because otherwise I'd never have met you." I awkwardly took Libra's hand in mine, and gave it a weak squeeze. Sweet mother of Venus, I was weak. I still felt light headed and dizzy from standing up for too long due to all the aches and pains I had.

"Now, logically, I had to get here somehow. How and why I don't know, but I think it was all a part of God's plan. Laugh if you want, but I do."

Libra nodded frantically. "I'll convert, it that's what you want," she blurted. "Anything, whatever you need."

"No," I told her firmly. "Faith isn't something that should be forced upon you or professed because you want someone to love and accept you. And for the record, I already do. I did say yes, after all. You beat me to the punch by like 30 seconds."

Libra laughed in a slightly hysteric tone, which soon dissolved into giggles and then hiccups as she motioned for me to continue.

"Now, if there was no magic in my world, maybe, just maybe, this world recognizes that I'm not quite a part of it. Or, maybe I just bought some unmagicalness along with me. Whatever it is, it seems like I'm somehow completely unaffected by magic." I held up my shirt. "Look, they used spells to clean this. But see," I pointed to the bandage on my nose. "Nothing affected me. This is, obviously, a bit of a double edged sword."

"But you've got superpowers!" Harry said excitedly. "I knew it! Mum, mum, do you have superpowers too?!"

Libra looked extremely hurt by this question, and I quickly said, "Mums have loads of superpowers. Eyes in the back of their head. Hearing better than Superman's. And they can dry tears and make owies go away faster than anyone else."

Harry nodded seriously, apparently satisfied that this was in fact a power set, and Libra hugged me tightly. "Thank you," she whispered, wiping away a tear. Her lack of magic was obviously an extremely sore subject. Being at the Burrow must have been hell. "But your father is right, Harry. If he's immune to magic, that might save him from a spell sent to kill him, but it can't help him either. The Weasley's spells were completely benign, they would have helped David recover much faster."

"Right," I said nodding. "And I'm willing to bet it's not actually all that useful. Sure, a stunning spell didn't affect me in the slightest, but I'd probably be horrifically burned from a fireball. It would super heat the air, burning my lungs and causing third degree burns just from the contact, even if the actual fire itself didn't directly affect me."

"We should ask Mr. Dumbledore," Harry opined. "He knows lots about magic."

"Not a bad idea at all," I agreed. "I'm sure he knows more about this than any of us. But, to be frank, I don't know that I trust him or the other wizards all that much. They seem to think of us as little better than children that need to be taken care of, and have little to no respect for us or our rights." And, finally, I knew what it was like to be black. Not exactly something I was proud about, but I had never really understood how minorities must have felt until the very real terror of those in power and their casual abuse of it or their total disregard for my wants and needs could affect how you saw the world.

I was also not going to start using the n word or proclaiming that I understood the black experience or anything, but I'd be a hell of a lot more sympathetic to Black Lives Matter.

"That is, perhaps, the smartest thing you have ever said," Libra declared. "Well, except for agreeing to marry me."

I grinned stupidly, remembering that little detail. "Yeah. Yeah that does sound pretty good."

"So are you too going to kiss more now?" Harry asked. "Because I'll try not to make faces but you can both be pretty gross."

"We'll try to keep the more interesting activities out of your line of sight," I promised Harry. I slid my hand down Libra's back toward her rear, something I'd been hesitant to do in the past.

"Come on, let's get you into bed," Libra said.

Now, I confess, at that moment, I was ready to be a weak, weak man, and give in to the seductress. Or, perhaps, rip her clothes off and get very carnal. Not that I really knew much about it, but my lower brain was screaming that this was an excellent idea.

Libra led me into the bedroom, and gingerly tried to take my shirt off as she let her hand wander down to some interesting places. After a moment, she gave up with all the bandages, and moved on to more interesting things.

We tried to kiss, but my bandages made that a bit of a mess. Libra lowered me onto the bad so that I was laying down, then got on top of me and began to take her shirt off. I got my first look at her in only a bra (well, my first proper look. We had been living together so I had seen more than was strictly kosher). Libra started to grind her hips onto mine, and I let out a yelp of pain.

"Ow! Libra, I don't think I can do this," I gasped.

"Shh," she said, her voice low and raspy and she lowered herself onto me, putting my hand on her breasts. "We both want this, you know that. Jesus will surely approve, we are getting married anyway."

"No," I groaned, my back all awash with pain as my nose ached. "No, I mean I don't think I can physically do this. Like, at all. I'm in pretty terrible shape."

Libra jerked away, her hands going to cover her breasts as she gasped in panic. "Oh, oh God, I'm so sorry, David I-"

"It's ok," I groaned, trying to sit up and mostly failing. "Help me out here."

Libra assisted me into a sitting position, blushing and putting her shirt back on. Which was a real shame in my opinion. Her breasts were perfect, the size of ripe tomatoes and apparently, very perky by the way her nipples had been sticking nearly through the fabric.

"Urgh," I groaned. "I was actually willing to do it. The spirit was willing, but the body is weak."

"Well, perhaps it's for the best," Libra agreed, not meeting my eyes and sitting down at the foot of the bed. "Now that I actually think about it, I'd hate for you to have any guilt about our first time."

"Maybe," I agreed. "Though I hear there are other bases. I'm not sure where second and third are, but I'm willing to try, even if we have to wait for the homer."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Libra demanded.

I began to explain the XKCD baseball metaphor. Before I was even was even halfway through my poorly recalled explanation, Libra was howling with laughter.

"You really are too much," Libra gasped, wiping away tears. "Baseball. My God David, you do not have a romantic bone in your body."

I glanced down at the covers, where there was a slight bulge. "I don't know about that, I seem to have a bone right here, even if I can't do anything about it at the moment."

Libra fell into giggles, and to my delight, removed her shirt again. "Don't worry," she purred. "I'll be gentle. We'll have that taken care of in a moment. Then you can help me with something."

As it turned out, what we did was a terrible idea that caused me tremendous pain in the end, and we had to delay our triple and settle for what I think is a double. It was, however, totally worth it.

Even if Libra doesn't understand baseball still.