A/N: Another couple with a working story but while it's stalled out, I decided to give them some more love.

Life

It always had a way of turning around and catching you off guard. At least that's how it's been treating him lately. Every turn was some kind of new challenge or a cruel throw back to the past, something he'd much rather leave behind him without hesitation; and yet, there was always someone dragging him back into it. But she… she was the last person he had expected. She wasn't supposed to be here and yet… here she was, standing right before him as though nothing had changed.

This wasn't anything like some kind of flashback, in fact it kind of leaned in a bit closer to being like hell instead.

"Hey Four-Eyes."

Content

For once, everything seemed to be working out perfectly for her. As wild and vigorous as she usually was, she fitted herself into his more calming, quiet kind of lifestyle. This would be the first weekend she didn't go out to cause some kind of destruction, in fact, she was going to be staying inside this time; hopefully snuggled up with him on the couch watching some kind of fake documentary or whatever kind of trash was playing on TV just for the sheer hell of it.

The more she thought on it, the more she was content with those plans.

Change

There was something different about her this time… something he couldn't exactly put his finger on. Physically, she was the same; in every other category, she was the same person she had always been, even straight from their first encounter. And yet… there was a change. He couldn't find it now but, he knew it was going to come out at him at some point. In this kind of blind moment, he wasn't entirely sure if it was a good or bad thing…

She was happier though and he had to admit… so was he.

Pessimistic

"Do you always have to look at the bad side of things?"

"I like to think it's called being more realistic about it."

Inevitable

He knew it would only be a given amount of time before she dropped her mask and revealed what her true intentions were. No one could change that quickly in such a short time span, which is why he continued to remain skeptical of her.

Idle

Sometimes she enjoyed just sitting aside and watching him. Observing him, she watched as he managed to engulf himself completely into whatever task he planned on working with. It was like watching a machine sometimes… he became so distant and disconnected from everything around him, it was like he was lost in his own world.

Sometimes, she just sat aside and let him do his thing.

Sometimes, she broke into that little world of his.

Solitude

He noticed over a period of time, that while she kept that outspoken personality of hers, every now and then, it disappeared. Every so often, she seemed to enjoy her own bit of peace and quiet; giving him the silence he had once been so used to before she arrived. In those 'trance' like stages, she appeared almost completely opposite of her usual self. She was fragile, tender and careful…

Weary

She always loved it when he came home from work. Not just for the sheer fact that she could enjoy him for herself again, but for the way he always seemed completely drained by the end of the day. He was exhausted, restless, but most importantly… he was vulnerable.

Play

She wanted nothing more than to see how far she could push him.

"Cirucci, seriously, I don't even want to deal with you right now." he started; rubbing at his aching temples as he tried to find some sense of comfort in the mattress beneath him. And yet, he could still feel those hands on him as they moved to slowly open the front of his shirt. "You're not listening to a word I'm saying, are you?"

"Oh I'm listening, I just don't care."

Duel

It never mattered how exhausted he was, he always seemed to have just enough energy for her. Of course, it wasn't like he would just let her win that easily; she loved the challenges he offered her, this being just one of many. She loved the way he cradled her in his arms and balanced her perfectly on the edge of the two things she wanted most. He was absolutely perfect in an imperfect sense.

She loved the way his fingers tangled in her hair but he didn't seem to appreciate the scratches she left down his back.