"Britt-Britt?"

"Honey?"

"What would you say if I asked what you thought about moving?" Suddenly my throat is dry and I can't remember how to talk coherently.

"Um…Well, I'm not the hugest fan of moving. All those boxes, having to pack and then unpack... It's so much work."

"Ok..."

You move closer to me on the couch and kiss my cheek. "Baby, I'm teasing," You give me your full attention and I can see the seriousness on your face now. "What's on your mind, S?"

"Well I was just thinking maybe it's time to move to a bigger place."

"Bigger is always better."

You wiggle your eyebrows and I giggle, watching as your eyes light up. I love it when your eyes light up. "Wanky, babe."

"You know it." You grab my hand and wait until I look at you again, calm.

"I feel like it's time for a move. And you know this isn't the safest building around, any old asshole off the street could follow us inside and what if people start actually following us around because they recognize me and I worry about that and we could always use the extra space and we have the money now and why not find something beautiful and-"

You cut off my rambling with a giggle and a kiss.

"I'm not doing this right, am I?"

"Oh, I think you're doing just fine honey. Continue."

I blush, all my smooth is gone right out the window. Who knew asking you to look for a bigger place would be harder than asking you to move in with me.

I smile as I remember that day. It was a very similar conversation. You were sitting on the couch with me, your head in my lap as you ranted and raved about your roommate and her newest drama, how sick you were of the whole thing. My fingers through your hair weren't helping as much as they normally do and you were in that worked up haze that I so rarely see you in. You're so calm, usually. Until something really sets you off, and then you look like you want to cut a bitch.

It's funny actually. Most people think I'm the one that always reacts that way. And I guess sometimes I do, but I usually don't really mean it. But you… baby, you are the quiet seething type until you burst and then look out.

It's one of the things I love most about you, Britt.

And as you were sitting there ranting and raving I could feel it bubbling up inside me. This courage that overwhelms me sometimes.

Until "You should just move in with me, Britt." spilled out of me.

Oozed really.

The same way my first I love you did. It was just there until it wasn't. Until you were exhaling it, your eyes so bright and clear, and so full of love, love, love. And mine just spilled right out. Ready to be heard. Finally.

It was so offhand and relaxed I don't even think you heard it at first, the suggestion. You kept complaining for a minute, your hands flying around above you. But you stopped mid sentence and looked up at me, your expression so perfect.

I could see you wondering if you heard me right.

"San?"

I laughed a little bit, your look of disbelief was so cute. "Britt?"

"What did you just say?" You sat up and turned towards me.

"I said, you should just move in with me."

"I should?"

I nodded, "Mmhmm, you should."

You sat there for a minute, absorbing it all in, until you were attacking my mouth with yours, and then we were naked and moving from the couch to the floor.

We didn't speak again, not until I was panting and trying to recover from what felt like my hundredth orgasm, "So… that's a… yes?"

You snorted and rolled over on your side to face me, your head propped up on your elbow, your face glowing. "That's a yes, baby.

You kissed me short and sweet and smiled at me.

And I smiled back, wondering if it was actually big enough to break my face.

"I mean, what else would that be?"

"Oh, I don't know, a typical Wednesday night?"

"I guess now it can be, if we're living together."

"Jesus, Britt…. maybe this isn't the best idea. I'll never make it! Cause of death, she came too many times in a row at the genius hands of her sexy, gorgeous girlfriend."

You shoved my shoulder and laughed, loud and clear. "You are such an idiot, you know that?"

"I've been told, yes. We can't all be geniuses like you."

"Guess not." You leaned down and kissed me, and we went again.

You're tugging on my hand and I can see the question in your eyes, "Where did you just go, S?"

"I was remembering when I asked you to move in with me."

You blush and smile, soft. "That was a fun night."

"Mmm, it was…"

We both laugh for a minute and then settle again. You're patiently waiting for me to continue this conversation. You always do that, when you know I'm nervous. You're so calm and strong, waiting for me to figure out my thoughts, to continue trying to say what I want.

"Ok, let me try this again. Britt, I think it's time we get a bigger place. One that's ours together, totally and from the beginning."

"Ok. I agree."

"You do?" I wish my voice didn't sound so shy.

"I do, definitely." you nod. "I love this place, I really do, but it is cramped!"

"Yeah…"

"And, baby, you have so many shoes!"

"Hey now! Leave the shoes out of this. I'm not the one with book piles all over the floor!"

"Oh, no! If I can't talk about the shoes, you can't talk about the books."

I dissolve into a fit of giggles at that, and you squeeze my hand. You make me swoon sometimes with the smallest gestures.

"Ok, shoes and books off the table. So we are in agreement, bigger place?"

You nod again, "Yup. Bigger place. Plus now, maybe we'll have room for a cat!" You wiggle your eyebrows as you start to move over me, your eyes flitting down to my lips, my neck. I can see the desire bloom in them.

"A cat? Really?"

"Mmmhmm, a little baby fuzzball…." you lean in an nip my neck as I feel my back settle on the couch, your weight sliding over me, so warm, so grounding.

"You know, I always dreamed about a puppy…"

Another nip, "Puppies are so much work…" a suck, "Plus, you know what they like to chew?"

I gasp, "Ummm…."

"Shoes, baby." Your breath is right at my ear, shivers erupting all over my body.

"Right, shoes…"

A/N: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! Really, thank you all so much for your continued support. I am the happiest camper and blush and squeal over every review. You are all wonderful creatures! Our babies are getting hitched! We made it!