Imagine person A trying to apologize after doing something person B didn't like, after a long time not talking to each other. Then person B interrupts person A with a kiss. As long as the kiss finish, they keep looking eye to eye for a long time and then kiss again.

Written by Gina

It had been exactly twenty-nine and a half minutes since they had spoken to each other – he had counted.

So maybe he had gone a bit far. But he hadn't meant to, and certainly that constitutes for immediate forgiveness. But, if he was completely honest with himself, it really wasn't his place to childishly argue like he had, especially after seeing how upset she got.

Twenty-nine minutes. Certainly he had given her enough space. Maybe she forgot. Maybe she didn't care anymore.

Maybe she was still pissed at him for trying to make jokes even as she was scolding him.

Jamie had been anxiously tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair for the entirety of this time, and he still couldn't bring himself to get up. He had made attempts, mind you, but it's a bit difficult to just throw yourself to your knees and apologize after you just had stomped out of a conversation with a pout and folded arms. Even after, well, twenty-nine minutes.

And it would be a full half-hour right about… now.

Jamie sighed, forcing his arms to launch him from his seat and to a standing position. He let out a breath, flexing his fingers by his side. And after a few seconds of merely standing there he pivoted sharply on his heel and made his way stiffly out of the living room and to their bedroom.

He tried his hardest not to look awkward, especially since one of the main reasons he hadn't gone to talk to her earlier was because of his doggedness and pride. But what's worse – hurting your ego, or hurting your wife?

He rapped his knuckles on the door, folding his hands in front of him and waiting for it to swing open. But it didn't, and the soft touch on the door creaked it open enough for him to peer inside. She was sitting on the bed, looking extremely interested in a large, soft-cover book. She didn't look up, but hummed softly to acknowledge his entrance.

"Hey Cathy?" he stepped in, closing the door gently behind him and dropping his hands to his side. He curled and uncurled them again, glancing around the room to keep him busy until she answered. She just shifted to a more comfortable position and hummed even quieter.

"Hun?" Jamie tried again, standing on the tips of his feet and trying to peer around her book from his spot in front of the bed. He saw her glance at him over the rim of it out of his peripheral vision, but when he looked over she just pushed the book higher to cover her face. He sighed, rocking on his heels and trying to think of the best way to approach this without upsetting her further.

Incessant begging? Incessant begging.

"I'm really sorry!" he blurted, scrambling clumsily to her side of the bed. He tripped a little, collapsing to his knees in a kneeling position right at the edge. "I know I shouldn't have said and done what I did, and I know it upset you, and I was just being a shit because I bloody am." He brought his elbows onto the mattress and clasped his hands together in front of his face. The sudden motion shifted the bed a little, and Cathy finally gave up, laying her book in her lap and looking at him. His eyes pleaded with her, but she just swallowed, nodding to him as if to go on.

Jamie sighed heavily, flinging himself on his back onto the bed, his feet dangling over the edge and his arms sprawled out. He stared at the ceiling, taking in a deep breath and continuing on. "I'm sorry I didn't say sorry earlier, and I'm sorry for all that I said and for teasing you and for not matching my socks, which I know has nothing to do with this but I know it bothers you sometimes because it screws with the wash.

"And I'm sorry for taping over that morning program you like to watch before work that one time because I thought I wouldn't be home in time to watch my own but I actually ended up having a shortened shift.

"And I'm sorry for always deleting all the internet search history on your laptop after I use it even though I know you like to go through it and find old websites you've forgotten. And I'm not doing anything bad, it's just that I've been watching this Pride & Prejudice web spin-off and I didn't want you to know so that I could reference it and sound smarter. I've actually wanted to get that one off my chest for some time now, so thank you.

"And I'm sorry for going to visit you at work that one time and getting you all hot and bothered before a meeting even though you kept trying to warn me.

"And I'm sorry for being such a jackass all the time, even if you say I'm not, because I know I am and I have no idea why you love me sometimes, but that's not the point, the point is I'm sosorry for what I did today and for what I always do, and thank you so much for putting up with me all the time. Furthermore –"

Cathy had been in a sitting position since about half-way through his little ramble, and with half a smile on her lips leaned down to his level, kissing him softly. Jamie's legs straightened on the floor for a second before going limp as he brought a hand to her cheek to keep her in place longer. Cathy grinned against his lips, trying continuously, yet unenthusiastically, to separate as he kept bringing her closer to him. She kept giggling, her chances at speaking being muffled by his lips, which just made her giggle more. She managed a "Jam–" before he grabbed her waist, rolling her under him.

This continued on for some time, just a little playful kissing and tickling. Cathy laughed particularly when Jamie nuzzled his nose into her cheek as he kissed her chin. And he enjoyed when she grabbed the collar of his shirt in both of her small fists, yanking him to her in a way that managed to be gentle and playfully demanding together.

Not a lot of words were spoken, just a lot of occasional pauses to look at one another before laughing in unison and diving back into another kiss. Jamie kept mumbling jokingly, "I'm so sorry –" and "Please forgive me, darlin'." Or even "The hills in this city can be quite unforgiving."

But Cathy would just shake her head, or laugh, or respond with "Shut it, Jamie." And he would shut it, of course. Even when he heard her softly mumbling sentences into his neck that he couldn't make out. Well, he made out one, but he didn't want to let her know that he had heard. Because then he'd have to apologize again for teasing her about it, and then she'd probably just hit him.

So he did. Shut it, that is.

"I forgive you a million times over." She repeated, louder this time, and directly in his ear. He grinned toothily, nipping her ear and kissing her temple as she laughed and gripped his shoulders tighter.

But even then, not a lot of words were spoken. Just a lot of laughs and smiles and kisses and looks and hugs. And a glance at the clock.

It would be a full hour right about…

Now.