A/N: I was originally planning on mixing up the character line-up more than this, but here's one of those that just kinda had to be done. Especially since I don't think anyone has ever really shipped this heavily 'round FF. So of course, I picked a song and started up.

Song: See U In The Dark
Pairing: MMxKF
POV: KF

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

See U In The Dark

No, I don't fantasize. I daydream every second of how Miss M and I would do it if she weren't with that big bully with the anger issues.

Thank God he's not the mind reader. I'd be pummeled to a pulp by now.

I admire every curve when she just stands there looking pretty. Honestly, that could be her job if she weren't an alien. I mean, she's completely gorgeous. Gorgeous. Incredible. Amazing. There aren't enough words for it. And I tell Rob all of this all the time and he thinks I'm just a tad bit crazy. And that my daydreams are so not credible. I'm assuming he made up a new word there, but he's a weird little dude.

And when Meg isn't standing, she's making a few hundred batches of cookies. Bending over to get them out of the oven. Skirt hiked up just enough for me to see her flawlessly long legs. Yes, there's quite a nice view as long as Supey isn't obstructing it, the big buffoon. Maybe they get each other on an emotional level, but jeez, he doesn't know what he's missing out on. If only he understood the physical aspect of how amazing she is.

I think my favorite fantasy of her is the way her green skin would glow from the moonlight as she walked in front of a window naked. Gorgeous. Twisted, but gorgeous.

Teenage boy. Hormones. Can't always control what I want. Not like she makes it easy for me to avoid wanting her. I mean, red hair is almost always an instant turn-on for guys. Add in a dose of brilliant brown eyes and some adorable freckles and that nervous blush she gets and that smokin' kind of body and life is perfect.

Getting her to love me, on the other hand, has proven harder than it should've.

Today's mission: get her alone.

Superboy is out at Wal-Mart. I told him Meg needed a hand-knitted king-sized pillow. It sounded legit to him, so he went out. Score. I don't even know if those exist. Maybe at like that World Market store or something... Although Wal-Mart has been proven to sell just about anything... I've been there. I've seen it.

"Megalicious." I slide into the room on my sexy fast feet and stand there, still shorter than her. Damn. No growth spurt. And Rob's getting taller, the munchkin. "You lonely in here yet?" I tip her chin up with one finger and flash a perfect smile. I. Am. Awesome. Oh yeah. "'cause the Wallman is always here for damsels in distress."

She smiles gently and pushes my hand away, obviously trying to put me down easy. I know she isn't completely in love with me. Yet. I just need to wait. Patience is a virtue, silence is golden, all that jazz. I've also heard Roy say that duct tape is silver, whatever that means. "Wally, I really need to get this next batch out of the oven." She leans down a little bit.

Perfect view. No crazy possessive clone in my way. No annoying midget to tell me that I'm a hopeless romantic. No dumb blonde to slap me for harassing. Just me. And Meg. And the whole cave all to ourselves. If only she loved me. If only... "Hey, Meg?"

She telekinetically puts the tray down on top of the stove while her mind words to pile more balls of dough onto the next pan while the oven's still hot. I can see everything moving around behind her as if being shifted by paranormal powers. She doesn't answer but just looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something.

But it's just me and her. Us. Alone. Together. An oxymoron, but oh so true. So I step closer so that we're only inches apart. And I take advantage of the moment.

I lean in and kiss her.

Because why not? Worst case scenario, I take a nice beating from Supey and suffer for a few days from a bad black eye and a broken bone or two. Not like I haven't taken worse.

My heart pauses in my chest. The whole world slows. Because she isn't pulling away. She's not pulling away. She's accepting it like this is fate. Speak of the Devil, Doctor Fate lied. I don't need a spitfire. I got an alien girl who makes the worst cookies in the world but has the body to make up for it.

I even think, for a moment, that she is trying to kiss back harder than I'm kissing her. Not like I'm complaining. God, she's good at this. I'm melting into the moment like the chocolate chips on those cookies. I take a risk and run my fingers up into her hair, desperate for this moment to last. I'm not sure how long the Smaller Blue Boy Scout'll be away for.

I find her hands around my neck for a few minutes, and this is like the big Megan-overdose that I needed. I needed some love, something, anything. I just need her right now 'cause I totally love her.

I finally have to pull away for air and she comes out gasping, but I'm okay. Big lungs. Breaking the sound barrier. Sound familiar? I cock a smile at her; she's totally in love with me. Phase Two: complete.

She looks me in the eyes after she can breathe properly again. I'm surprised when she smiles and joy sparks in the muddy depths of her eyes. "Finally." Her arms are still around my neck, and she leans in for more, our lips meeting again. Her forehead's against mine and her breath is on my face. She's still taller than me, even if only a little bit.

It's like Heaven. Her hands in my hair, my hands in her hair, her body so close to mine that I can feel every single curve... Now I just need to get her in a bedroom somewhere and my fantasies will be realities. Because maybe, just maybe, she's really been in love with me this whole time.

I mean, it kind of makes sense. She picked up on Superboy's vibes first because of the t-shirt incident, then realized later how he's violent and abusive and now she's coming back to me because I can be her messiah... Yes, she's loved me this whole time.

Another breath of air, gasps from both of us now. She's still holding onto me like I'm the last life preserver on the Titanic. "Thank you, Wally." And then we're hugging. I'm hoping for another kiss, and I get an entire session on the couch a few minutes later, but hugging is good for now. Hugging is good too.

A/N: Um… This was harder to write than I thought. Ignore the somewhat sudden fluff. I have a tendency to do that sometimes despite my reluctance to do so. But with these two, I like this better than straight-up fluffy fluff. So… review?

~Sky