Hey sorry it took me so long to update again but, I started this story before school started and now school is back so I've been a little busy. But I managed to find time to write it finally. Yay! I hope you like it.

I don't own any of the lost world characters; yes I know it's tragic. I'm not making any money from writing this story it is only for fun.

There is no spoilers for this story, nor is there a time that it happened, it just did. Lol. 

As Roxton did this he grimaced in pain from his wound, but only for a mere second. He completely forgot the pain in his shoulder while looking into Marguerite's eyes. Her beauty could heal all wounds.

Marguerite just stared at him; she didn't know what to think or what to do. She had to admit she was a bit happy but she was scared, shocked and confused.

Roxton could see the look in her eyes. She was scared he was a hunter, he knew the look well. But there was a hint of something else in her eyes if he didn't know any better he would have said it was happiness. He couldn't help but smile to himself. He decided to go in for the kill; he lent in to kiss her.

"I don't know what I would do without you Marguerite."

Playfully referring to her bandaging up his arm even though she was angry with him.

She didn't know what to do or what to say, still! Her mind and her heart were telling her two different things, pulling her in two total and completely different directions. Her mind told her to push away and to say something rude to him so he'll leave and then this subject won't be brought back up for some time. But her heart told her to stay there, to kiss him, hug him, and tell him everything she has always wanted to but was so afraid too. In the end she didn't choose either option, instead she sort of combined them so she wouldn't have to choose. She pulled away but didn't say anything mean or sarcastic as to make him leave. Instead she said the only word she could muster at the moment……

"But….."

Roxton being not really shocked that she pulled away but surprised by the moment she picked. Tugged at his shirt and got the I'm-a-strong-willed-man look on his face.

"Roxton, you don't know everything about me."

"Marguerite, I don't need to know who you were back in London or the things you did. I don't care, none of that matters here. I fell in love with the beautiful, enigmatic, independent heiress who funded this expedition. And it's not your name, your past or any of your bloody secrets that will make me love you any different. It's who you are on the inside, it's who you are here and now that makes me love you. And I promise you that I will never love you any less, my love for you Marguerite, can only grow."

At this Marguerite began to cry. She had never heard anything like that ever said to her or anyone for that matter. Her tears though were not of sadness or frustration but of extreme happiness and love. Oh, how she loved him, she just could never find the words to express how she felt. And the fear that if she told him she would lose him forever, made her never want to tell him. But she had to, he had told her his feelings and now it was her turn.

He didn't want to see her cry; he never wanted to upset her. He walked over to her and with his large rough thumb wiped away the tears that fell from her green eyes and cascaded down her smooth cheeks. He thought for sure that she would pull away and some how find a way to change the subject and get him out of her room, but to his surprise she didn't.

She gave him a small weak smile. He was so sweet and caring, what did I ever do to deserve him. I don't deserve him what am I saying. But if I don't then why is he here now with me? Right here at this moment she couldn't understand why they were always fighting. How could one second he be the most infuriating insufferable man I have ever met and the next be the sweetest most caring man I have ever met. Urg! How does he do this to me so easily! But all those thoughts drifted away as she stared into his brownish-green eyes. In them she saw love, devotion and passion all mixed together. This is the moment; this is when she will let her feelings pour out from her heart.

She leaned in and with one hand on the back of his neck kissed him with more passion, more abandon and more love than she ever thought she possessed.

Roxton was shocked, he was not expecting this. He was preparing himself for a smack across the face or some harsh words, anything else but definitely not a kiss. But, hell, a kiss was better than a smack, it was what he hoped for. So he kissed her back, his arms wrapping around her body caressing her slender back.

By this time Marguerite had her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. But they would have to breathe sometime.

As they pulled away Marguerite knew if she didn't say it now she never would. So she pulled him into a tight embrace and put her lips to his ear. The words were finally let out, finally set free….

"I love you John," she whispered.

He pulled away and looked into her eyes and smiled, that smile she has grown to love so much.

"You called me John."

"Ya know what…." She said playfully smacking him on the shoulder.

"Haha, I love you too Marguerite, I love you too. Are you ready to go back out there and face the world? Or should I say face the treehouse."

All she could do was laugh. Taking his hand in hers and intertwining their fingers, she said…..

"I'm as read as I'll ever be…..my love."

Hey hoped you liked it, there will be one more chapter added and it will the "facing the world" part. So please review!