A/N: And so here is the end to my "Open Arms". I am sooooo good! But, uh...here it is...enjoy and Darkwing characters aren't mine...(mumbles to self)

Open Arms

Epilogue

Darkwing Duck sat across the table from his girlfriend Morgana McCawber. They were having a conversation about the repairs she could do for her house. They had gone silent for a few minutes, and finally Morgana got up from her seat, not saying a word. She walked to her CD player (Darkwing realized that it hadn't been there a few minutes ago) and she put in a CD. A song began to play, and Darkwing knew it well.

"Lying beside you, here in the dark

Feeling your heart beat with mind

Softly you whisper, you're so sincere

how could our love be so blind"

Morgana stood there for a moment until Darkwing rose. He stepped up to her and held out a hand. She looked at it akwardly.

"May I have this dance" He asked seductivly, rasing an eyebrow.

"Certainly." She grabbed his hand. He placed his free hand or her hip and she placed hers on his shoulder.

"We sailed on together, we drifted apart

And here you are by my side

So now I come to you, with open arms

With nothing to hide, believe what I say

So here I am, with open arms

hoping you'll see, what your love means to me

Open Arms"

As the song went on they were still dancing, staring passonatily into each other's eyes. Each step they took, the longer the song seemed, and they didn't mind. Finally the song ended, and Morgana let go of Darkwing. She sat down, and Darkwing sat next to her. An hour passed, and the silence grew more eerie.

"Mourge," Darkwing finally said in a tone that was almost not like him.

"Yes?" She said softly.

"That song...it...makes me..."

"I feel the same way." Darkwing stood up.

"So now I come to you, with open arms." he whispered sofly, moving closer to her and wrapping his arms around her back.

"With nothing to hide, believe what I say." she whispered with him. And they kissed, the most passionate kissed either of them every witnessed.

It was going to be a pefect night for the abnormal couple.

A/N: (smacks self) What the hell is wrong with me? I'm going too soft. Well, not I suppose I'll be putting that fluff story up. Just make sure you've got a bucket somewhere close.