This is just a one shot that came to me when I woke up this morning. It's too early for revision, and Will and Grace is on, so I thought I'd start my Tuesday with a little bit of writing. Hope you all like it!

Sam

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Three months had passed, and things could hardly be better for the guys. Handsome Rob had his Aston Martin; Lyle, well, Napster, had his stereo that could blow women's clothes off at full volume, and he got on the cover of Wired magazine; Left-ear had his second home in the south of Spain complete with a room just for his shoes, and a man to clean them for him; and Charlie, well, Charlie got the girl.

He and Stella had been together for the whole three months. They had put their share of the gold together, even though Stella had insisted that she didn't need that much when they were sharing it out, she wasn't in it for the gold. With the money it gave them, they had a house in L.A, as well as a second, smaller home, in Venice, where they inteded to go when they got sick of the bustle of Los Angeles. When shopping for it, Stella had fallen in love with it straight away, which was enough for Charlie; it sat upon a hill which overlooked the whole city, and had a balcony which was large enough to rival the terrace out the back. The open fireplace in the living room was working, and after half an hour of looking around, they had brought it.

It was their first time over at the house, seeing as they fancied a break away from the city. Venice, although being a city, had a special charm to them both. Standing at the window in the bedroom, Stella pulled open the curtains and looked down at the city before them. The sun was just rising, creating a beautiful orange glow over the city. She smiled, tugging the shirt closer around her to fight off the early morning chill coming in through the open window.

"Good morning." Charlie muttered, wrapping his arms around her.

She noticed that he wasn't wearing anything on his chest, and had either come over half way through dressing or just simply stopped at his trousers. "Where's your shirt?" She asked him curiously.

"I don't know." He replied playfully. "I think its the one you're wearing."

She laughed, and leaned back against him, still staring out the window. "It's beautiful isn't it." She observed.

"Yeah you are." He said quietly, as from where he was standing besider her he was speaking directly to her ear.

She felt like blushing, but she had grown used to comments like that from Charlie now. He was as devoted to her as he was to getting his revenge on Steve and getting the gold back, which was saying a lot. Handsome Rob though it was strange that Charlie had spent so little money on luxuries for himself, but was always bringing home gifts for Stella, spoiling her with embarassing displays of flowers sent to her in public places, usually at work. She still owned the lock and safe shop down in Los Angeles. It wasn't for the money, but instead she kept it open in tribute to John Bridger, her father who had owned it before her. He hardly ever brought her jewellery though, seeing as she didn't wear much of it, and had been given an extensive supply from John.

"I was talking about the city." She told him.

"I wasn't." He whispered lovingly.

She turned around and kissed him, her arms winding around his neck. Charlie kept one arm on her waist, and the other snaked up her back and rested his fingers on the back of his neck. Pulling away from kissed like this one was always hard for them both; but Stella pulled away after a few minutes because she knew that there were people walking around down below their house, and she didn't want to give the locals too much of a show. Charlie seemingly had the same idea.

"Stella," Charlie muttered.

"Yes?" She asked.

"I-uh.."

Nervous Charlie was a side to him she hadn't seen before. His eyes were shifting everywhere except her, and everytime he met her gaze, he looked away immediately. Stella frowned. What was going on? She put a hand on his cheek, and moved his face so he was looking at her again. "Charlie?" She asked him again. "What's wrong?"

When she put her hand over his face, he couldn't help but notice how soft her skin was. "Stella, I want to ask you something." He told her, she could feel him slightly moving against her hand, trying to look away but forcing himself to focus on her.

"Ok." She said, slightly confused. "Ask away."

"Well, I-, uh, I, um."

Stella smiled. "Charlie, what are you going on about?" She said with a small laugh.

"Hey," He said with a nervous laugh. "Don't laugh at me, I've been psyching myself up for days to do this. And now I can't remember what I was gonig to say, so I have to improvise."

Stella started to feel anxious, wondering if what he was going to ask her was the same thing that she had thought of when he had said that. "Ok," She replied simply.

"Right, here goes." He started. Come on Charlie...deep breath...you can do this...3...2...1... "Stella, I love you." He waited a moment, watching her smile. It was the first time that he had seriously said that he loved her, and from the happy look on her face, he wondered whether he should just leave it there. No, thats just being stupid. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. "Wait, I'm still going." He said with a smile. "I love you." He repeated. "So much that I when I'm not with you, I can't stop thinking about you, and when I am with you, you're the only thing I see and hear. And I like it. You're the only person I want to think about, and when we're together, every second is fantastic. I want to spend every minute I have with you, Stella. I love you." Now that he had said it once, he couldn't stop saying it. "Now, I know that you don't wear much jewellery, and I know that when it does come to sparkly things, I don't have the best taste, but I was wondering if you might wear this."

He opened his hand, revealing a diamond and pink sapphire cluster ring. She looked down it with wide eyes, she knew that pink sapphires were both hard to come by and extremely expensive. "Charlie, it's beautiful." She whispered with shining eyes.

"Wait, I have to do this properly." He said, almost to himself. He closed his hand again, shielding the ring frome veiw. Taking a deep breath, Charlie bend down to the floor, getting on one knee. Stella gasped quietly, knowing what he was doing. "Stella, I might not be the most dependable man in the world, but I want to change that, for you. I love you more than I can say. Will you marry me?"

Charlie watched Stella as she wiped underneath her eye. He kept a hopeful expression on his face, but was inwardly worried. Oh god I've made her cry, that can't be good. But she was still smiling, and wasted no time at all before getting on her own knees and flinging her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "I love you too Charlie." She said happily. "Of course I'll marry you."

They both laughed, and Charlie put the ring on her finger. She looked down at it. "And you think you don't have taste?" She asked. "It's beautiful." She kissed him again, this time, she didn't worry about the onlookers who may have a veiw of them, as they were sheilded by the balcony wall.

"Does this mean I can have my shirt back?" Charlie asked hopefully.

"No, it means I get to keep it." She replied playfully. "You'll have to get another one."

Charlie laughed, and then remembered, "Handsome owes me a hundred bucks." He said thoughtfully.

"Really?" Stella inquired.

"Yeah. When I told him a few weeks back that I was going to propse to you he bet me a hundred bucks that I wouldn't go through with it."

Stella laughed. "So everyone knew about this?"

"Basically." Charlie revealed. "I hope you know that everyone thinks I'm insane now." He pointed out.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." She told him, and kissed him again.