"Love's Labor's Won"

Disclaimer- I own nothing, just have a fancy for Michael and want to have a story out there about Mandella and Michael that isn't angsty. So here's a little happy!

--Mistress Sara

"I don't know how to thank you for this." Mandella smiled at Michael, they were leaving a somewhat dramatic prom early.

"It was my pleasure Fair Lady." He smiled, relishing the feeling of having her delicate pale hand wrapped around his own hand.

"Good sir you do flatter me with your kind words." This was her dream, to have someone that understood and enjoyed Shakespeare, to have someone at all actually. "So, anything else planned?"

"Nothing really." He said with his normal voice. "Most of my planning went into getting you to the prom to begin with."

"Well I'm very glad that you did." Mandella smiled, tightening her grasp on his hand.

"So where to Ma'am?" Michael asked with a smile, making a slightly bold move and dropped her hand so that he could wrap an arm around her shoulders.

"Don't laugh, but I'm extremely hungry."

"Why would I laugh at that?"

"Well… I was too nervous to eat. I was worried that this would end up being some sort of elaborate prank."

"I know that feeling." He admitted quietly. "You show one ounce of intelligence to these people and you're treated like a leaper."

"Exactly, it's like they're saying if you're a free thinker on any level and you are instantly asking for punishment from the people who are supposedly our superiors."

"You're very beautiful when you get like this… not to say that you aren't always beautiful… because you are… I'm going to stop talking now." Michael finally settled on.

"Don't stop talking, I've finally found someone other than Kat who doesn't make me want to throw myself down the hill by the stadium." She said with a grin.

"Been there." He sighed, remembering how he went down that hill on his motorbike one day. She just stifled a giggle and they continued out to the parking lot.

"My cars over this way."

"Good thing I didn't take my bike tonight." He laughed.

"Might have been a little hard to maneuver that with the dress." She pulled out her key and handed it to Michael. "Here, you drive."

"Of course good lady." He said, opening the passenger side door for her. Mandella had a well-maintained, red Skylark.

"Thank you kind sir, you are most obliging."

"Well I try." He said with a slightly goofy grin on his face. They wound up going to a tiny café that Mandella knew about and often hung out at. They were the only ones there as most of the kids in town were at Prom. "This is a cool place, I never really noticed it before."

"It tends to blend in after a while, but there's always a small gathering that can distinguish it from the rest of the designer places that seem to be appearing lately."

"Then you have some… things that refuse to blend no matter how much they may try." He was looking at her seriously, knowing that they weren't talking about the café anymore.

"Are you ever going to kiss me?" Mandella asked as they were walking back out to her car.

"Well I would never want to impose on William's lady." He smiled timidly at her.

"I think we can make an acceptation this time." She smiled brightly at him.

"Oh… well if it's okay with him." Michael leaned in slowly, pressing his lips against her own. The first kiss was soft and tender, but it quickly escalated into something more passionate. Mandella found herself pushed up against the side of her car. Her arms wrapped around his neck trying to pull him impossibly closer.

"Lets go." She smiled, pulling away.

"Go?"

"Well my parents are out of town so…"

"Lets go." He said with a laugh

All right, that's all for now, let me know what is thought of it. Reviews are always appreciated.