(Jace Beleren)

I sit in the uncomfortable, hard backed chair and drum my fingers on the side table. If we had been late, we would have had to get a new appointment. This appointment seemed to be taking longer than usual, but I honestly think that it is because it's the only thing that stands between us and our trip to Montreal. Liliana's eyes are closed as she lounges against the mirror. The black wig slips down her forehead just a bit and she pushes it back up angrily.

"You're beautiful."

"Shut up, before I throw this at you. It itches and it's hot."

"Don't wear it, Princess."

"I enjoy not looking like a cancer patient, Jace Beleren."

"I just enjoy your face, Liliana Beleren,"

She smiles and there is a slight blush on her cheeks. Ugh. We really just have to get through this and go home and finish packing. Packing in and of itself has been an adventure, trying to convince my beautiful, wonderful girlfriend that she doesn't need all twenty five pairs of Christian Louboutin heels has been my current task. It's not been going well. The fact that she wants to have a bag just for shoes is seriously funny to me.

"What are you even smiling about?" Liliana says, question in her voice.

"Nothing, just thinking about you."

She smiles and hops down, coming over to sit on my lap. Nice save, I think to myself. She rests her head on my shoulder and kisses my neck, and runs her hand through my already perpetually messy hair. My arms wrap around her slender waist, slightly squeezing her hips.

"I love you so much," Liliana smiles into my neck. However, she jumps as Doctor Trostani opens the door.

The woman in the white lab coat smiles at the pair of us, nodding her head slightly. Liliana hops onto the table and looks at the short brunette, hope in her eyes. She needs that little bit of hope and I'm praying to God, Buddha, and Tom Cruise's god that she doesn't dash that little bit of hope that our foray last night gave her.

She curled into me, as I planted kisses on top of her bare scalp. She threw her legs haphazardly over my waist, nibbling at my neck, kissing the sensitive skin there. She'd had a decent day and got most of her school work done, and I went to school and then to work, so I was happy to see her when I finally came in. Losing the shirt that smelled like greasy diner food, I pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and climbed into bed with her. She was playing Candy Crush on her phone, but when I placed myself next to her, she put her phone down and cuddled me.

"How was your day, Jace?"

"Ridiculously long, I really, really missed you today, Heliod still hasn't spoken a word to me, but I know he's received that law suit, Josu told me he did. Work was okay, it wasn't all that busy, so it gave me time to think about what you were doing, and I started missing you." I say, a slight sigh on my lips.

"Today, I took my treatment and actually kept down food. So I think I might be getting a little bit better. I think that the cancer has shrunk. I'm sure it has. I feel better. Quite a bit better, actually."

"I know you're getting better, you've been taking those treatments like a champ. I'm so proud of you, you're the strongest person I know."

"I have too much to live for. I can't let this win, Jace. Because I want a life with you. You make me want things I never even dreamed of." She faintly whispers into the darkness of our room, almost like she's scared someone will take it away from her if she dreams too loudly.

"I know what you mean, I never saw myself settling down, but now it's all I can see."

Her mouth leaves my neck to meet my lips, fire sparking like it always has between us. Rather than chemo, her mouth tasted like cinnamon. She rolls her hips on top of mine and suddenly, she's sitting above me. My hands move up and down her sides underneath the shirt, my brain working in over drive.

How in the name of the Blind Eternities did I get so lucky?

I know she's going to get self-conscious because she thinks she's not attractive, because she thinks that her hair loss turns me off. In reality, the fact that she's mine is the ultimate turn on. She lifts her arms above her head as I deftly remove the shirt, letting it fall in a heap to the floor.

"My god, you're so beautiful, I love you so damn much, Liliana Claire.."

She blushes and bites her lip, I'm done. I buck against her, flipping our positions. I'm resting on my arms as she wraps her legs around my waist, and feels my hardness on her thighs. She moans quietly, under her breath.

"Like feeling what you do to me?" my voice is a low growl. "Don't you ever, ever think that I'm not attracted to you. I love you, Liliana. And I love you with every single ounce of my being. But this," I press myself against her leg again. "This is for you. Only you, and it will never be for anyone else ever again. Don't ever doubt the want, the need, that's coursing through me at any given moment."

"Can we.. I want to.. Ugh."

"What, princess?" I place my lips to her forehead.

"I want to, ugh. Nevermind. It doesn't matter, I'm scared anyways."

"I'm not pushing you if you're scared."

"It's just, I know I'm going to be bad at this. There's no way I won't be bad at this."

"What are you talking about?"

"Ugh!"

"Liliana. What on earth are you talking about?"

"SEX, JACE! GOD!"

A fit of laughter comes over me like a tidal wave. This is probably not helpful to her in the least, but the fact that she just screamed the word sex at me was overwhelmingly funny. I know she's uncomfortable, and I know she's scared, but I can't get over her innocence. Because she looks like a vixen. She looks like the epitome of sex appeal. And this beautiful, crazy hot girl that's next to me is as pure as a dove.

"This is NOT funny, Jace, I swear."

"No, it isn't, it's just that you screamed the word sex at me. I'm not laughing at you, I just think it's adorable how innocent you are."

"Ugh, ferme su bouche. Merde."

"I don't speak French, if you're gonna talk dirty to me, at least make it so I can understand."

"Insufferable. Good night."

"Lili, don't be mad. Your innocence is cute."

"I AM NOT INNOCENT!" She kicks, the equivalency of her trademark stamping of her foot.

"Oh, princess.."

"Shut up, Jace. Your commentary is not needed."

"I'm not commentating, Liliana. I love that you're innocent. I wish I could give you my innocence instead of that fucking.." She cuts me off.

"She was your first, but I'm your last and that's all that matters to me. Bisou?"

I place my lips to hers, trying to garner some of the intensity back that we had a few moments ago. She braids her hands into my hair and her neck fits perfectly into the cusp of my hand. She grinds her hips into mine, the friction causing heat to pool in my lower regions. She wants more, I know, but I'm not about to take her here. I respect Josu and Kaalia far too much to have sex in their house when they let me live here and don't have to. But I will make her feel something I know that she's never felt before. The fact that she has never, ever had an orgasm, even by her own hand, makes me feel like I'm defiling her. But neither one of us have the willpower to fight this much longer.

"I want you." Liliana's voice sounds desperate. "Please, Jace? I want to be yours…"

"You are mine. But no, not here. We will in Montreal or we will take a weekend to ourselves soon, okay? Just, I can't do that to Josu and Kaalia."

"I understand, but just, separate yourself from me for a few minutes, please, I need to cool down."

"I said we're not having sex. But I want to make you feel good if you'll let me," I counter her offer. She bites her lip, knowing what it does to me.

"Okay, but I want to return the favor if you'll show me."

"Okay, princess. Just relax."

Doctor Trostani does the usual things, blood pressure, temperature, all within the normal ranges, which is good, because she's been running a fever a lot lately. She sits down on the rolling stool and comes to rest between the pair of us.

"He must be doing you a lot of good, Liliana. Happy bodies fight better. Happy bodies fight harder. The amount of cancer cells have shrunk since I last saw you two weeks ago," My face lights up at this news. She is getting better. Liliana smiles too. "but you're not in the clear. I'm going to up your dosage of at home methotrexate and keep you on three treatments a week, for now. I've forwarded my records to the doctor you requested in Montreal, but I'll see you when you get back, yes?"

"Of course, Doctor Trostani. But there is one thing that I wanted to ask you, since you are the only doctor I see and I'm not with my brother today," Liliana starts. What could she be talking about?

Doctor Trostani gives both of us a knowing look and then it dawns on me. Liliana is asking for birth control. Well, I'm glad she thought about it, because it hadn't so much as crossed my mind. I smile at Lili and give her an eybrow wiggle, Doctor Trostani laughs. She grabs her prescription pad and hastily scribbles two things down, still smiling.

"You're right, the last thing you two need is a child. Be responsible." She gives us both a stern look and then gestures for Liliana to jump off the table and follow her to check out.

"Oh! Before I forget, Liliana. You are still within the counts to need a transplant. We're looking for a donor, but no dice yet."

"Can we…"

"That's not how the donor list works, Liliana. Regardless of who you and your brother could pay, that would be unethical, and the last thing Johns-Hopkins needs is another scandal. I'm sorry, sweetheart. We will keep looking. Someone will turn up."

"Yes, around March tenth," I say, sure of myself.

"Yes, Josu explained the situation. I certainly hope so, Jace. That would make Liliana's case infinitely easier, if not get rid of the cancer completely. Remember, you two, happy bodies fight harder." She makes the left into the office and Liliana and I proceed out to the Jeep, all smiles.

"I can't wait to tell Josu and Kaalia," Liliana says, giddy.

"I told you that you were getting better, Liliana." This trip is going to be amazing, I can feel it.

As we make our way toward the house, the smiles seem like they are permanently attached to our faces. For the first time in forever, things finally feel like they are coming together, like they are going to be okay. I look to the beautiful girl to my right, her face the most beautiful pink; she's healing, she's fighting. The DNR is not even a possibility right now, and we were foolish for entertaining it the first place. I can't wait to see her home, it's only a few hours away. Right now, I feel untouchable, planting a kiss on my love's forehead.

She is mine. I am hers. Anything else is unthinkable.

And I'm okay with that.