A/N: Should I bump the rating up for this...? I tried not to make it super descriptive. Eh, let me know.

Warm Bodies belongs to Isaac Marion

Chapter 6: Love

R loved Julie. He knew he did. He had realized it quite awhile ago, but he had never said it. He wasn't sure how she would respond, and he wasn't sure how to say it.

Although the weather was consistently getting colder, Nora and Julie were spending a lot more time at work, and R joined them nearly everyday. Most of the time, they all came home exhausted.

One night, around the week before Christmas, Nora had an easy day that didn't require much work, but unfortunately R and Julie didn't. Nora got to come home early to a warm shower, but R and Julie had to stay a few extra hours in the awful cold. When they finally did get home, Julie immediately headed for the shower. R and Nora were eating dinner when they heard, "Nora!"

"What?" Nora called back.

"Did you use all the hot water?"

"Umm, maybe?" she replied, slightly amused. Her only response was a groan. R felt a little guilty for finding it funny.

Then an idea hit him. He headed for the laundry room. He had put a load of laundry in the dryer when they had gotten home, and he knew it was done by now. This meant all the towels he had put in were very warm. He laid the towels out in the shower room, going unnoticed by Julie. When he told Nora what he had done, she grinned.

"Aww, you're so sweet. She's gonna love you for that. She hates cold showers."

Julie was pleasantly surprised by the warm towels. She wrapped herself in one and walked into her and R's room, smiling. He didn't look as she changed into her pajamas, despite the temptation. He wanted to know all of her, to see what she was like and to explore her-respectfully. She was so beautiful to him, and he wanted to see all of her beauty.

"Were you behind the warm towels?" she asked.

"Well...yes," she grinned, embracing him. He smirked, stroking her damp hair and relishing the feel of her warm body pressed against his.

"I love you," she murmured into his chest. Taken aback, he looked at her confusedly. That was the first time she had said anything like that.

She giggled. "I do, R."

"I...I lo-love you, too, J-Julie," he replied. Though his speech had gotten much better, he found himself stumbling across them now, though he was entirely sincere. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her with all the love that had only grown since the day he saw her. They stumbled, laughing as they fell onto the bed.

Julie kissed him once again as R rolled on top of her. "You are making it...very...hard...to...stop," R breathed in between kisses.

"So don't," Julie said, wrapping her legs around his waist, his arousal firm on her stomach. He turned red, and she laughed. "I love you so much." He rubbed her back, pressing tiny kisses all over her face.

"I love you, too." he promised.

He discovered all of her beauty that night, memorizing every detail he could, kissing nearly every inch of her. She was surprised at his incredible and almost awkward cautiousness, and how gentle he was. He was very surprising. (In more ways than one.) She noticed things too; his pale skin, the scars criss-crossing his chest, how good it felt to tangled her fingers in his hair. There were times where he would freeze up and chuckle awkwardly.

"I'm probably not doing anything right," he murmured.

"God, no," Julie breathed, "You're doing everything right. Don't stop."

It was perfect, in an odd, not-entirely-perfect but so new and so blissful to them way.

She loves me, and I love her back and it's so great and this is all because I gave her warm towels! R thought, laughing to himself as they laid in bed.

"Hm?" Julie hummed sleepily.

"Being a human is so funny," he said, not quite sure why.

Julie smiled. "Yeah, I guess it is."