Never once during their relocation to his bedroom did Nick allow Sara's lips to stray from his.

A proud, lazy grin spread across Nick's face as Sara let out a delicate yawn from her position beside him. They were still intimately tangled together: legs intertwined, eyes droopy, and lips forming peppered kisses over exposed skin at random intervals. Nick had one arm wrapped around her back, pinning her to his body, while the other hand attempted to tuck both of them warmly beneath the covers. He pulled the sheets up to her chin so that only their heads and the portion of his chest that she was laying on were exposed as their bodies slowly returned to their normal temperatures.

Sara was snuggled up to his side with her head resting almost directly over his heart. Beneath the covers so that he couldn't cheat and look, the hand that wasn't pinned beneath him was writing Nick secret messages on his stomach. Some were short and silly, like "Boo", and others were longer and harder to decipher, such as "Happy Halloween." Still they weren't all holiday themed messages; some said things like "Wow," and "6 years 2 long," and he laughed out loud when he finally figured out that she had been writing "U R a God." His personal favourite though was the last thing she did, when she simply drew a heart. After that she spread her hand out across his abs and just rested it there. He quickly moved his free hand over to hers and laced their fingers together, kissing the top of her head at the same time. "I think I've found a new favourite holiday," he whispered after a few more silent minutes. He felt her smile and kiss his chest. "And," he continued, "I think that you should come over every year to help me hand out candy."

"You do, do you?" she murmured sleepily while squeezing his hand.

"Mhm," he replied easily. "'Cept next year I think I should get to pick out your costume..." he moved the hand that had been on her back so that it lifted the blanket about a foot and a half off of their bodies. "Yup," he half growled as his gaze washed over the length of her bare body, "I definitely pick the best costumes. You should have taken my advice and changed into this one as soon as you got here." Sara giggled a bit and Nick replaced his hand on her hip, letting the blankets hide their bodies from view again.

"Fine but I get to pick yours," she threatened. "Right now I'm thinkin' a Chippendale dancer…" He let out a deep chuckle.

"As you wish, but if that's the case I'm definitely not answering the door."

"If I get my wish then I have no interest in answering the door either," she spoke around another yawn. "I don't believe in giving floor shows to the youth of America."

"So… just to clarify… you can still see us in this position, or a very similar one, a year from now?" he asked a little nervously.

She looked up at him like a deer caught in the headlights. "Oh, I'm sorry! I'm being too presumptuous! I--I didn't mean to pressure you, uh… I just meant that…" she became a bundle of nerves as the prospect of this being a one-time occurrence popped into her head. Or maybe it'd happen again but it wouldn't mean anything more than casual sex to him. "I just thought that, uh, your comment about doing this, err I mean handing out candy, every year--" He cut off her rambles with a few chaste kisses.

"You thought right," he confirmed once she had stopped stuttering. "Sara, I want to be with you for as long as you'll let me. I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page here…"

"We are," she smiled sheepishly, still flustered a bit.

"So we're dating?" He just wanted to make sure. A ridiculous grin spread across his face as she nodded and then verified verbally and sealed it with another chaste kiss. "Excellent," he replied. He couldn't remember any time he had felt this happy. He was almost inspired enough to go another round with Sara, but he realized that three sessions was probably his limit for the night. He'd make up for it in the morning...

They lapsed into silence for another few minutes, both merely enjoying the comfort of lying in each other's arms. It was Nick who finally broke the peace. "So now will you admit that you're attracted to me?" he asked with a goofy smirk.

She gave a tired laugh. "Nick Stokes, you are the sexiest man I have ever laid my eyes on…" she murmured. His smile was so large that it showed off all of his teeth. "…when you don't have that ridiculous mustache on your face," she added, laughing once more. Now only half of his teeth were showing.

"You're not going to make me get rid of it are you?" he mock pouted.

"I won't make you do anything. Besides, as I said, it's not as annoying as I thought it would be…"

"But you're more attracted to me when I don't have it," he stated this so Sara didn't feel it needed her confirmation. "I kinda wanted to keep it around for a few days. It seems to be bringing me some luck." She scoffed at his reasoning. "Laugh at me all you want. All I know is that two weeks ago I went to bed after a fresh shave and woke up alone. Two days later I slept with a face full of stubble and woke up with the same results as before. Yesterday I went to bed with a goatee and I woke up in that same big empty bed that I've woken up in for the last few years..." he paused and gave her a gentle squeeze. "But today I create this lovely mustache instead and tomorrow I get to wake up beside you." The way he emphasized the last word made her want to cry, he sounded as if it was the best thing that could ever happen to him. Despite their actions and admissions tonight, his logic still managed to paint her cheeks a faint pink colour and bring an embarrassed but pleased smile to her face. She didn't trust her voice so she lifted her head instead to show him how happy he made her. She immediately noticed the same pink tinge and dopey smile on his face and leaned forwards and kissed him softly and deeply. Both dropped the other's hand so that their own could drift to their partner's face.

As soon as they parted Sara spoke up, "I kind of wanna keep it around for a few days now too." He beamed over at her. "Only for a couple of days though, okay? I'd much rather date Nick Stokes than Super Mustachio…"

"Good. Cartoon fetishes are just creepy," he smiled, dropping one last kiss before she settled down on his chest again. They settled once more into a quiet lull, content to just listen to the other breathe. It was a few short minutes later that Nick recognized Sara's deep, even breathing as a sign that she had fallen asleep. Half of him wanted to stay awake and just watch her sleep because he doubted any dream could trump his life right now. However it was his other half that won; the half that was eager to fall asleep just so that he could wake up as the luckiest man in the world.

The End!