I've been toying around with different pairings, new styles, etc. Please feel free to give me real feedback. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

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Rose walked out of the building with purpose. Her eyes were focused, and her pace was brisk. She hated teaching uptight seniors, and the semester was finallyover. They were full of attitude, constantly reflecting an air of superiority. But not him... he wasn't like that. He'd never been like that. Not with anyone, and especially not her.

She glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was following her. She could barely suppress the smile that was tugging at the corners of her mouth as her mind flirted with thoughts of what was to come. It had been two months since she'd last seen him. In Paris.

Around the corner and across she walked, almost bursting into a job in her anxiousness. She arrived and stopped in front of her door. Her heart was pounding. She knew it wasn't from the exertion of the jog. He was here. She could feel it, like some kind of field drawing her to him. It had always been like that, from the moment she first saw him walking across campus, his backpack slung over his shoulder and his hand stuffed into his front pocket. His head had been down, but someone had called out to him. When he looked up, she saw his face... and from then on, it was like he was everywhere. At the library late in the evening pouring over books. In the dining room eating a sandwich with one hand while his head was bowed over a book. On the sidewalk in front of her building.

That's ultimately how they met. She'd stepped out of the door, her eyes sorting through her pile of mail and she'd run right into his back. His grunt and step forward caused her to lose her balance, and she'd tumbled down right on top of him. Embarrassed and laughing, he helped her up. And from that point on, it felt almost like they were inseparable. It wasn't long before he was staying at her place, sharing meals, laughing, talking, making love.

She put her hand on the door and was just about to turn the knob when the door swung open. And there he was. Tan. Gorgeous. Perfect.

"Seth," she breathed.

"Rosie." He pulled her toward him, his arm wrapping around her waist. He smiled as his lips brushed her cheek and her delicate perfume filled his nose. God, he'd missed her. "I missed you, baby," he murmured against her neck. He hadn't planned to do things this way, but as his lips touched her skin, his body, his mind, every part of him came alive.

"Me too. So much," she hummed in encouragement as his lips began a slow upward path.

Her neck.

The curve of her jaw.

The apple of her cheek.

The inner corner of her eye.

The tip of her nose.

And finally, ever so lightly, her lips. They moved, tentative at first, and then with the ease and familiarity that only lovers know.

At some point they broke apart, but only long enough to move to the bedroom. Clothes were shed until he could no longer stand the distance between them. He pulled her down onto the bed, his body wrapping around hers as his hand settled on her hip.

Rose felt her body sink against his. The smile, the one she'd been wearing since she walked out of her classroom, softened, and all the emotions she'd held at bay since they'd parted came out in four simple words. "I love you, Seth."

And she did. More than anything. They'd never said those word to each other. In some ways they were unnecessary, but having him back, here, with her, she wanted him to know.

"My Rosie," Seth whispered, sliding his hand up the smooth skin of her stomach just underneath her silky camisole. He pulled his body so that it hovered just slightly above hers and smiled. She was beautiful, and his memory had not done him justice. His hair tickled her cheek, but she didn't care. Everything in that moment just felt... right. He tightened his arms around her, hugging her tight. "Me too."

They lay like that, their bodies wrapped around each other, lost in the bliss of finally being together, the magic of those words, and the realization that they were true.