Disclaimer: Angela Robinson created my obsession and did not, in fact, give ownership of it to me since my last post.
A/N: So. Here we are. The chapter I promised before the last one. Feel free to thank MissGoodieTwoShoes over on AllThingsDEBS for reminding me of this story when I was in a writing mood. :)
Rating: Upped from whatever it was to a hard T. I accidentally turned them into complete hornballs, Lucy more so than Amy. Sorry and be warned.

Make a Memory

Chapter Twee (Not quite Two, not quite Three)

Tears still leaking out of both eyes, I choked out a laugh before seizing Lucy's lips in such a way that my answer was all but screamed from the rooftops. Just in case she didn't understand though… "Yes! Yes! A zillion times yes!"

An undeniable wetness fell from Lucy's own eyes as she pulled me closer and asked from my shoulder, "Any chance that's anywhere close to a real number?"

"Infinity… it's closest to infinity," I murmured, bringing her forehead to mine so I could look into her eyes. A few lingering tears stood like sentinels at the edge of her black, glossy lashes that slowly blinked at me as if she was still processing my answer.

She came out of it rather quickly and freed the ring from its velvety case. I waited patiently for her to put it on, but she encased my left hand in hers and brought it up for a kiss upon the spot the ring would soon rest on. Another tear fell, but she left it clinging to her jaw to focus solely on placing the ring comfortably on my finger. Once done, she intertwined her right hand with my left and smiled at the press of metal, diamond, and my skin against her own.

Finally unable to take it, I curved my unoccupied hand along her jaw, taking the stray tear with me, and pulled her in for a much needed kiss.

This was a soft joining of not just our lips, but our entire beings. Her heat with my heat. Her desire dancing with mine. Her soul spilling every secret and worry tucked down deep inside and coaxing mine to do the same. Our breaths mingling, chests heaving, and minds rejoicing… This wasn't a kiss.

This was forever.

When breath started to become an issue, I gently drew my lips from my personal elixir of life and competed with her for the oxygen in the inch of space between us.

My mind was playing her proposal on repeat in my head and I couldn't help a few more tears from rewetting nearly dry trails. Her lips cruised around my skin and captured the moisture in closed-mouthed kisses. She made it back to the corner of my mouth before I responded in kind, simply enjoying the feel of her lips on mine and the tingling of the nerves at her every ministration.

I was a bit surprised when her tongue slipped past my closed lips to slide alongside my own tongue. I couldn't help but pull back and giggle. "I thought you said you weren't breaking and entering tonight?"

Her eyes rolled and she huffed a stray breath across my cheek. "Very droll, darling." Yet when her eyes met mine again, they were dripping with mischief. "And I don't know about breaking, but there'll be plenty of entering tonight."

"Lucy!" I gasped, shocked at her audacity in a semi-public place. What if there were cameras down here?

Noticing my swift glances, Lucy assured me, "They're turned off for the night, hon." She feathered her hands across my cheeks sending a shiver down my spine. "…so red…" she husked.

The temperature of the room went up a good ten degrees as her light touch, gravely tone, and intense scrutiny flicked the burner connected to my cheeks to full flame.

I dipped my gaze a little lower and was rewarded with the sight of her devastating, lopsided grin forming.

Good Lord Jesus above.

My fiancée is sexy as hell.

Fiancée… I let loose my own grin at the sheer newness of the word. It sounded so… right. I bet Lucy would agree too.

"Ready to go home, fiancée?"

The way her eyes instantaneously brightened told me she more than agreed, her quick kiss cementing that fact. "More than ready."

Our fingers once again interlaced, and I smiled at the fact that her palm was pressing in closer than normal to allow more skin to come in contact with the ring. Once up the initial flight of stairs, she stroked the back of my thumb and asked, "Like your third wish?"

I glanced down to the ring, found her eyes again, and gave her hand a light squeeze. "Love it."