"ROSTO THE SARDEN PIPER!" were the glorious words that woke Rosto from his deep and restful sleep. Opening his eyes and turning his head, Rosto saw Beka lying on her back with a disbelieving look on her face.

It hadn't been one of his blissful fantasies then; he really had, finally, slept with Beka! Pushing himself up onto his elbows, Rosto watched as Beka sat up on the other side of her bed. She held her sheets in front of her very naked body and proceeded to give him an icy glare. Mithros she was beautiful!

"You know I'd love to take credit for this," he said as casually as he could, taking in her ruffled hair and flushed cheeks, "but you're the one who pulled me into bed." Beka's glare intensified so much he had the urge to hide under the blankets.

"You…you got me drunk!" Beka stuttered.

"Half a jack of ale and you're drunk?" Rosto wanted to know, he quite enjoyed watching her struggle to find reasons for her actions.

"You of all people should know I can't handle alcohol!" Rosto could see Beka was becoming less mad at him and angrier with herself.

"Well then, I've only one question then I promise to get out of your hair." He looked around, as if he only now noticed where he was, "…and your bed." Beka didn't look impressed. Rosto sat up and faced her.

"Did you enjoy it?" she turned the brightest shade of red Rosto had ever seen. It was so… well, cute!

"Ah...Well, you see... Mmm… um..." his heart swelled.

"By the Great Mother Goddess Beka," he exclaimed "do you know how much I love you?"

Beka's mouth opened….and quickly closed. She shot him a sceptical look.

"Why did you say that? You've got me into your bed; actually, you've gotten yourself into my bed." She ducked her head beneath her hair, "so you can tick me off your list and move on to the next mot." Beka said it so softly he physically had to lean forward to hear her.

"Oh my sweet, silly Beka." Rosto said sadly, he reached out and took her hand in his "is that what you think? That you were a number on a list? Mithros love; I haven't had a mot since you were with that Dale Rowan." He paused "I've been waiting for you."

She looked into his eyes,

"I know I probably shouldn't, but I believe you." all Rosto could do was stare wide eyed at her. Allowing herself a small chuckle at Rosto's foolishness Beka leaned forward and kissed him. Drawing back she whispered,

"I love you too."

This time it was Rosto who pushed Beka down to the bed.

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Should i keep going? i'm not sure:)

I just realised i forgot to put a disclaimer on this story. Oops!

Disclaimer: everything you recognise is not mine!