A/N: More fluffiness...

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Lucas uncorked the white wine, setting it down on his table and looking at what he'd set up. His mom's fancy china, the dimmed lights, the candles, the soft music in the background. He couldn't lie. He knew he had gone overboard, but he couldn't help it. He had been feeling a bit nervous and had wanted to make this somewhat perfect.

Lucas knew Maya had some parent-teacher conferences that would keep her until probably seven or eight, so as soon as he had gotten home from the grocery store, he had immediately set to cleaning up his apartment, making sure it was spotless and immaculately cleaned.

After that, he'd cooked up a storm, making garlic bread from scratch. As for the pasta, he'd gone all out and made some penne with roasted squash, asparagus, sausage, and sun dried tomatoes. It had always been one of Maya's favourites when they used to date.

By the time he had finished, it was just past 7:20, and he figured he had time to kill, so he'd decorated the table a little. But he'd clearly gotten carried away, seeing as how it now looked like some kind of restaurant arrangement, but at this rate, he didn't think that he had much time to change it seeing as how it was almost eight.

And he was right.

His doorbell rang, and Lucas knew it was Maya.

Taking a deep breath, he walked over and opened the door to Maya smiling up at him, though she looked a little stiff. She was wearing a long black peacoat, her librarian glasses still perched on her face. Lucas couldn't help but smile at that. Maya looked cute in her glasses, but she tended to get embarrassed when people saw them, so she tried not to wear them in public. She must have forgotten to take them off after the meetings.

"Sorry. I meant to get here earlier, but I went home quickly to change."

"Right."

They stood there in silence for a bit, just staring at each other.

Maya rose a brow. "Are you going to let me in?"

"R-right." Lucas said, stepping aside and rubbing the back of his neck.

He felt like he was a teenager again, fumbling through the motions of a date, messing up everything on the checklist of a good first impression. It seemed like his old habits were really hard to break, though he did suspect that it was only because it was Maya, and he absolutely felt he couldn't mess up, regardless of whether or not they were best friends. He was still in love with her. Still though. He didn't know why he felt so nervous all of a sudden. It wasn't like this was the first date they'd ever had.

Except that it kind of was, technically. The first after a terrible breakup and five years of not being romantically involved. There was a lot of pressure.

Lucas closed his door as Maya walked in and removed her peacoat, setting it on his coat rack next to the door. She turned around and glanced around his apartment, her jaw promptly dropping in shock.

"You didn't have to go all out, you dork!"

Lucas stared at Maya in surprise.

"What about you?" He remarked. "You're wearing your fancy dress."

A red, form fitting, alluring dress Lucas knew Maya bought last year and reserved for special occasion nights. One that he had also dreamed about once.

Hanging from his ceiling fan, that is.

Maya pulled off her glasses, tossing them on his kitchen counter, her cheeks painted with a slight blush.

"Shut up! It's not like I could wear the same clothes from yesterday so I changed."

"Into your fanciest dress?"

"You are so one to talk. You lit candles, and you're playing classical music, Lucas."

They stared at each other for a moment, small amused smiles on their lips. Maya broke first, dissolving into laughter and shortly after, Lucas joined in, wondering what the hell was wrong with them.

"We're so stupid." Maya chuckled, hopping up on one of his kitchen stools.

"I know…" Lucas said, leaning against the counter, slightly in front of her. "Hey. When I asked you to come over again this morning, I didn't want you to come over just for sex, you know."

Maya looked down at her lap. "Then why?"

"Maya, I know I always say I want you to be my wife, but since that's not an option right now, I'm fine with just being your boyfriend." Lucas smiled when she lifted her gaze and met his. "I know things got a little awkward, but I think I should make that clear. I want a relationship with you again, Maya. I don't want us to only be together when we're trying for our baby. I want us to be a real couple. Do couple things like we used to. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah." Maya grinned playfully, "So what you're saying is that you want to have regularly available sex, but put in even more effort screwing when I'm ovulating. That kind of thing."

Lucas rolled his eyes in fake annoyance. "Sure. If you want to think about it that way."

Maya hopped off the stool, stepping up to Lucas and wrapping her hand around his tie. She tugged him down, and he went willingly, meeting her lips in a gentle kiss. He slid his arms around her, pulling her closer to him as they kissed, slow and easy and comfortable, not one ounce of awkwardness remaining.

Maya smiled as she pulled away, biting her lower lip a bit bashfully.

"Thank you for making it clear for me." She wrapped her arms around his torso, resting her chin on his chest as she smiled up at him. "Anyway, I came here for free food. Not some cowboy talking up a storm. So. What did you make?"

"Your favourite."

Maya's brows rose in surprise. "The penne with the squash and shit?"

"Yeah." Lucas grinned, loving the excited twinkle in Maya's eyes.

"Lucas Huckleberry Friar. Are you using your really attractive domestic skills to try to lure me into your bed?"

"Maybe…" Lucas teased, leaning down and placing a soft kiss to her puckered lips.

"…How was I able to go without you for five years?" Maya murmured when he pulled away.

"I don't know."

"We were really stupid, weren't we?" She asked him. "Lucas… I want to know. When did you know I was the one you wanted to marry?"

"You want the honest answer or the one that's less creepy?"

"What?" Her eyes widened the slightest bit. "Honest answer."

"The summer before we started college. It was the first night you crashed in my room because Riley was on vacation, and we spent the entire night cuddled up in my bed talking about our hopes for the future." Lucas explained, smiling at the memory. "In the morning, I opened my eyes and you were still sleeping and you just looked so peaceful and beautiful. And then you woke up and smiled and said 'Quit staring at me, Huckleberry. You're being a creep' and it was the most perfect moment to me. I had this epiphany. I knew I fell in love with you. And I just knew that I wanted to wake up next to you for the rest of my life."

Maya was gazing up at him, regarding him silently for several long moments, her breathing a little harsher than it was before. Her eyes were hazy in the dimmed light, and Lucas realized he recognized the darkened look in her eyes.

"Lucas… I know you worked really hard on dinner," she said, fire dancing in her heated gaze, "But I kind of need you to screw me as hard as you can. Right. Now."

He smirked.

"I think that can be arranged."

Lucas bent down and scooped Maya off of her feet, carrying her bridal style down the hallway towards his bedroom, Maya laughing aloud.

It looked like his dreams of her dress on his ceiling fan were going to come true after all.