Creedy collapsed into his bed after a long days digging, thumping his head on the wall. "Fucking ow!", he cursed his clumsiness. The last thing he needed was Ma fussing over his head again. It was practically healed, but she insisted on cleaning it and checking the stitches hadn't come loose.
After that night in the bunker, he had seen very little of Rosie, at first he hadn't noticed, his workload having doubled due to mending the wreck the dragon left behind. But gradually he had begun to miss her.
Even now he longed to hold her again, to steal a kiss. But his stubborn side was winning. He had told her he needed her. He wanted her, and she hadn't been near. A part of him lay stabbed and hurt. So Creedy lay bored and alone in his bed, drifting into an uneasy sleep.

Rosie closed the door on her sleeping twins and tip toed along the corridor. Sticking to the shadows she crept past many bedrooms until she found Creedy's. Rosie woke an hour or so ago with a deep need for him. Not understanding what that meant she was determined to find out. Taking a deep breath she pushed the door ajar. Peering in she saw Creedy, half hanging out the bed, snoring like a pig. Smiling she crept round the door and closed it. Admiring the half naked man in front of her she walked slowly over and ran her fingers along his chest. Creedy moaned, still asleep. Rosie giggled watching him squirm under her touch, trying to move his body away from the nails. Leaning in she stole a kiss, tasting his lips. "Rosie," he breathed. Then smiling he began to turn over. Unsatisfied Rosie bared her nails and dug them hard into his chest.
"Argh!" Creedy sat up and stared at Rosie. "Rosie - what are you doing here? I was…!" Creedy surveyed the room, as if he had never seen it before. "So we weren't on an island then? Just me and you?"
Grinning, Rosie leaned forward and kissed him again.
"I've missed you." she uttered.
"Yeah about that, it's not like you can avoid me Rosie, we live in a small castle in the middle of nowhere and we can't leave. Why ignore me?"
Creedy flung his legs over the bed and ran his fingers through his hair. Breathing heavy, he turned and grabbed Rosie's hand, locking his fingers into hers.
"Are you OK?"
"I'm fine." Rosie stroked his hand. "I'm really fine. I wanted to be sure of how I felt for you, and I can't do that when I'm around you."
"You can't?"
"No, when I'm around you, I want to kiss you, and hold you, and hit you and love you."
"Hit me and love me? Hmm that's wrong love."
"See your always making me laugh, and I can't think straight."
Creedy adopted a solemn expression. "Alright, I'll be like B, no more talking."
"Tom", Rosie corrected him.
"What?"
"His name is Tom, he told me. Little A is called Lucy. I think they are at home now."
Creedy smiled, "Are you?"
Leaning forward Rosie stole Creedy's lips for her own. "I am now, Dave".

Rosie sighed as Creedy's hands explored her body, carefully stripping her clothes, and his own.. Creedy kissed her neck and sucked her ear lobe gently. Her hands explored his back, tracing patterns. Suddenly still, Creedy lay over her looking down. He kissed her forehead gently. Rosie lifted her hand to his face and stroked his cheek, tears brimmed her eyes. Desperately she tried blinking them back.
"What's wrong, love?", Creedy pulled back.
"Nothing." she said, pulling him back, "It's just...well this is my first time and I'm scared."
Creedy was lost for words. Rising up he moved away from her.
"No please, I want this, I want you. It's just we've no protection, and I'm scared it will hurt that's all. Plus we aren't married. But I don't care, Dave. Don't leave."
"No, your right, things have to be done properly. I'm so stupid, I want you so much I forgot what I really want from you.".
Standing up he rooted around his room. Giving in he looked at his own hand, and removed a gold band he had owned all his life. Noosing it through a piece of string he walked toward Rosie, who was trying to cover her naked body with Creedy's sheets.
Watching Creedy walk toward her naked wasn't helping her deny him, in fact she was feeling a strange sensation in between her legs as he strode toward her.
Kneeling down he looked into her eyes, and held a homemade necklace toward her.
"Rosie", He smiled, "I … love you. I want us to be us forever, I want us to be together, I want you to be my wife."