He was watching her float around the room, meeting people, saying hello; a regular social butterfly she was. He'd been watching her for probably an hour or more. Every now and then she'd turn and smile, acknowledging his presence, unaware of the full attention he was paying her. Even if he hadn't been watching her, he would have been thinking about her. He always did think about her. Ever since he met her. First as a friend, gradually as more, although she hadn't known that. She had teased him once, during her last relationship, about being single. She didn't know he was waiting for her. Waiting for her to realize that she was the one for him, and he was the one for her. Then, when her relationship had ended badly, she had leaned on him, and he had promised her everything, and meant it. He would do anything, say anything for her. But she was afraid of everything, the everything he promised anyway.

He circled one finger around the rim of the glass he was holding as he watched, and thought, of her. How she held him at a distance even when they spent all of the hours of the day together. He knew everything there was to know about her, and she of him, if she wasn't ignoring the signs. He wasn't subtle; she just didn't want to see. She'd been hurt too many times before. And he didn't know what else to do to prove himself to her.

A smile formed on his face as she walked towards him, finally. "Hi sweetie, I'm glad you came." She hugged him close, and kissed his cheek. He sighed, loving the closeness of her embrace. "You knew I'd be here. You asked, I'm here." He couldn't imagine giving up the chance to be near her. Couldn't imagine his life without her in it.

Her smile lit up her face. "I guess I should know that by now." Her eyes scanned him appraisingly, "Can't dress up for anything, can you?" He shrugged, then smirked, "Nobody's perfect." She sighed, reaching up to tighten the tie that he had long-since loosened. "You know, you're hopeless." He knew she enjoyed fussing over him, just like he enjoyed taking care of her. He nodded, "Yup," He didn't mean it the same way she did, but he'd agree; he was hopeless. She started to turn away, and he quickly pulled her back. "Where you going?" She tilted her head at him before she answered, "I have to go mingle, I'll come back."

"If you're coming back anyway, why go?" She laughed, the light giggle that he loved, "You're just selfish, want to keep me all to yourself." She swatted his arm playfully.

He pulled her close, and looked deep into her eyes, saying softly "What's wrong with being selfish?"

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