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"Thanks for coming with me, Betty," he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his suit, watching as she opened her apartment door. She turned around, pulling the keys out with a little tug.

"Sure. I actually had a good time," she replied, noticing a small smirk creep on his lips.

"Good," he nodded, "that was my main objective." Betty grinned at this, as he leaned against the door frame.

"Ah ha! I knew you had a hidden agenda," she accused him jokingly, making him laugh.

"Maybe," he shrugged coolly. "I knew you would talk yourself out of going to the charity event, but if I could get you to come, there'd be a 74% chance you'd actually enjoy yourself. It seems the odds were in my favor," Daniel explained.

She shook her head at him, "so sneaky," she smiled as she sat her items on the dining table.

Daniel quietly observed her from his spot against the wall, his eyes inadvertently traveling up her figure, admiring the knee-length black dress she was wearing. He caught himself staring and glanced away quickly, standing upright.

"Are you going to actually come in or strike GQ poses in the doorway all night?" she asked him, eliciting a laugh. Daniel stepped over the threshold, closing the familiar door behind him.

"You want something to drink?" she asked him, walking over to the refrigerator. He loosened his tie, "depends. What you got?"

"Hmm…sparkling grape juice, white wine, apple juice, and a near-empty carton of milk. I'm personally going to go with the sparkling grape," she said with a decisive smirk.

"Yeah, I had enough wine earlier. I'll go with the apple juice. On the rocks," he replied, making her giggle. He'd been doing that a lot lately, saying off the wall things to make her smile. Daniel cherished all of Betty's genuine belts of laughter and bright smiles, and knowing he could put one on her face made life less stressful at times. He listened to her chatter on about something someone said at the party, watching her carefully fill their glasses, but paying careful attention to how gracefully the few strands of hair that had fallen from Betty's up-do rested along her neck, and how he had the strongest urge to brush them away with his thumb.

"Daniel?" her voice broke his thought. "What is it?" she wondered.

He felt a small blush on his cheeks, knowing she'd caught him staring. "I umm…your hair...I like it like that," he began, "I mean, you know…it really suits you, Betty."

"Oh…really?" she grinned, handing him his drink, "thanks."

"You're welcome," Daniel took a sip, absentmindedly wiping his clammy palms on the napkin wrapped around the cool glass.

"You wanna pop a movie in or something?" she wondered, stepping out of her heels. "Sure," he said without hesitation, slipping his jacket off and lying it on a chair.

"Do you care what we watch?" she picked up her DVD case, glancing up at him.

"Anything but a sappy love story," he walked over to where she sat, plopping down next to her and propping his feet up on the footrest.

"No argument here," she said, finding one and sliding it in. Daniel grabbed a pillow, stifling a yawn. Maybe he was more tired than he thought.

Betty glanced at him skeptically, "no yawning. I haven't even gotten to the main menu yet," she stood from her crouched position by the player, sitting next to him. "And move your feet over…I'm the one that needs to elevate. Stupid heels," she tried unsuccessfully to nudge his feet out of the way.

He chuckled at her attempt. "No one told you to wear stilettos," he said, as she hit him with a pillow.

"Not funny," she retorted, holding back a grin.

"Here, let me see your feet," Daniel motioned at them. "Hmm?" Betty pushed the play button on the remote.

"Come on, let me see your feet," he looked at her. She rolled her eyes and did as she was told, swinging her legs on top of his lap and scooting to the other end of the sofa to relax against a few pillows. Daniel lightly touched one of her feet, massaging the sore muscles within.

"Wow…" her eyes closed momentarily, relishing the feeling. "I'm an old pro," he told her with his best straight face, being rewarded with a smile.

"Hmm…I'm so sure," she turned toward Wedding Crashers opening credits.

"I didn't know they made stilettos in this size," he held her small foot in his hand.

"I find it hard to believe the editor-in-chief doesn't know that," she replied.

"Okay, you got me there," he smirked, resting his eyes on her. She felt his eyes on her and glanced at him curiously. Daniel focused his attention back on her feet, looking at the tv screen.

"I could get used to this," she mentioned wistfully. He raised an eyebrow amusedly, "what? Getting foot massages?"

"No. Well-yeah, but…that's not what I-" Betty replied, blushing slightly. "I mean…" she stopped mid-sentence, "nevermind."

"No, tell me," he told her.

Betty shook her head, "it's stupid. I don't even know why I- it's nothing," she tried to correct herself, sitting upright and moving her feet off of his lap. Daniel watched as she gave him a nervous smile, leaning forward to grab her glass of sparkling grape off the side table.

Didn't she know by now that she was a terrible liar?

"I could get used to it, too." He said a moment later. Betty's eyes widened with surprise as they locked with his. Of course he'd known what she was talking about…he was her best friend, after all.

"You could?" she asked quietly, her eyes never leaving his.

He nodded, slowly leaning towards her and doing what he'd wanted to for so long, his lips making slight contact with hers in the softest of kisses. Daniel opened his eyelids, staring into Betty's astonished brown eyes. He reflexively moved out of her personal space, trying to make sense of what he'd just done.

"I'm sorry…I shouldn't have, umm…" Daniel rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, clearly embarrassed. Betty watched him stumble over his words wide eyed, the thoughts crowding her mind leaving her with an inability to speak.

"It's getting late and uh…" he stood abruptly and she followed suit. "Oh…okay…yeah…"

Daniel sat his empty glass back on the small table in the kitchen, glancing around for his blazer as if he'd forgotten which way was up. "Yeah…I should probably get going," he rested his hand on the back of the chair where it rested, watching her nod half-heartedly in agreement.

"Right," Betty took a deep breath, realizing she didn't really want him to leave.

"Right." Daniel repeated what she'd said, but not making a move.

"Wait." Her voice stopped him in his tracks. She fidgeted with her fingers nervously, taking a step toward him. "Don't go." Betty's eyes gazed into his, finding herself lost in the familiar blue color as she had so many times before.

Daniel brought his hands to her face, brushing his thumb against her soft cheek. His hand lingered on her neck for longer than it should have, and she felt a small shiver run up her spine when he lightly grazed her loose tendrils.

Betty felt herself being drawn to him then, and Daniel immersed himself in her brown eyes, not wanting to break the spell he was under. He pulled her close, inching forward so there was but a breath between them. She stared into his blue pools, letting out a shaky breath as their foreheads touched.

"Daniel." she said his name in a breathy whisper. Daniel was quite positive that it was the sexiest thing he'd ever heard in his life. He moved ever so slightly, eyes still focused on hers.

"What are we doing?" Betty bit her lip, resting her hands on his shoulders, slowly gliding them down over his chest. His heart was beating just as fast as hers.

Daniel's eyes moved to her lower lip, still moist from where she had bitten it. "I'm kissing you," He brought his lips down to hers, brushing them gently as his eyes swept across hers one final time, almost begging for permission.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Hehehehehe! I know, I know...I'm really mean for the cliffhanger, but it's been awhile since I've left ya'll hanging like this. So tell me readers, do you want him to stop? I know what I want him to do...*SNICKERS DEVIOUSLY*...technically the next chapter is written, but I still may modify it.

Thanks for reading, next chapter will be up soon!