Sometimes he thought his life was made of two phases: when he was with her, and when he trailed after her. Everything between those two phases was an indistinct, unimportant blur. --- Mamoru in For Want Of Sleep by Lilac Summers.

But what was he really trying to achieve? [...] Was it really possible to be just friends with her? He knew love wasn’t in the air but something in the air sure smelled funny. --- Darien in Game Of Seduction by MG.

But as all tales of murder and betrayal must go, a woman will be the center of such chaos, and this one woman will begin an epic that had always been meant to occur. --- About Serenity. In The Dark King by SailorPerfect.

Whoever had said that time healed all wounds was a moron. They'd obviously never had the dubious honor of having their soul jerked out, ripped to shreds, and then unceremoniously shoved back into their bodies, as if they were supposed to continue living with it. --- Serena in First Truths by Lilac Summers.

Even if this stranger turned out to be married, gay, evil, obnoxious, a demon in disguise, leaving the country the next day, a serial killer, female, a two-timer, or a figment of her imagination, this was a chance to learn how not to act like an idiot when confronted by a handsome, charming, and hopefully not evil stranger. --- Makoto in Empire Of The Sun by Sophia Prester.

He needs a love in his life like... let's say Serena Tsukino. Yes, she would be perfect for him. Of course, he might not think that and she might not think that. But who said it was their opinion? --- Andrew in Andrew's World by Marie J.W.

Petz: Saffir is going to be taking me out to dinner tomorrow night.
Calaveras: Does he know?
Petz: He will soon. --- Shop 'till you Drop* by Quicksilver.

You walk in grace but must shuffle in secret; you are the child of a dancing god but you are forced to crawl; you hold ice in your hands but hide them behind your back in shame --- Zoicite to Ami in Puddles by Edmondia Dantes.

He opened dazed eyes to look on Usagi's face, and almost wished he hadn't upon witnessing the sight of her half-closed eyes gazing at him with wonder, breath heaving in and out of parted lips, which were swollen and rosy and just begging to be kissed again. Uh-oh. Conscience began to scream at him again, but was swiftly overruled by Instinct as his head began to lower once more, eager to give those soft lips what they so demanded. Only at the last possible moment did Conscience gain enough control to divert his aim to her neck, instead. Of course, that proved to be a mistake, but even consciences weren't perfect. --- Darien in What They Were by Stormlight.

Miaka: It's always been such a love-hate relationship with the two of you. Aren't you ever going to grow beyond it?
Serena (shrugging): Why should we? It's familiar. It's comfortable. --- About Serenity and Endymion. Heart of Silver, Soul Of Glass* by Stormlight.

In Michael's world there was only black and white, Section's way and the wrong way. Enter Nikita and suddenly he was seeing the world in technicolor. --- Full Circle by SkiCat

She wanted forever-he could only give her "until death do us part". --- Michael in Adrift by Roxanne Kean.

Men! They either pretended nothing was wrong when they were practically bleeding to death, or they moaned over the slightest paper cut. --- Nikita about Michael in Between The Thunder and The Lighting by BonnieBo.

Apart, they were each other's weaknesses, but together they drew on a source of strength that was older than the hills. --- About N/M, Sha’mahl. A Storm Is Brewing by Scorch.

Love isn't always pretty. Love has the power of caressing you like a delicate breeze, of taking you to paradise and then possessing you like a raging fever. It can be greedy, violent or a thunderbolt from the heavens. It can be a pang in your heart so strong you feel completely overpowered by its intensity.
Love needs to be this way. It's what makes it magical. --- Michael in Embracing her Truth by Sky Samuelle.

Scott smirked at me. Jean winked at me. Ororo gave my arm a squeeze and smiled her most beautiful smile at me.
Xavier just looked smug.
And Bobby and Remy looked like they were gonna play paper-rock-scissors for who got the honor of skinning me alive. --- Logan, upon learning that Rogue could control her gift. On Marie and Milkshakes by Diebin.

They just started the maneuvering--pretty damned obvious maneuvering, because Logan wouldn't notice subtle if it hit him in the head and I coulda ignored it otherwise. Oh Rogue, you know women mature faster than men, but don't let that affect your feelings for fifteen-year-old, no-experience-at-all, still-plays-video-games-in-footie-pajamas Bobby. Rogue, honey, you need combat training, why don't you get Logan to run you through some Danger Room simulations, and yes, of course you should work out in minimal green spandex and why don't you try out those six inch stilettos with it! Logan, Rogue's bored and her friends are out tonight, why don't you take her to a nice dark theatre and see Lolita a few times? There's also The Professional and Interview With a Vampire playing--make it a triple feature!
God. As Logan put it once, fighting destiny was possible--fighting the concerted, unsubtle, and utterly overwhelming efforts of the X-Team was not. --- Marie in Instinct by Jenn.

He looked at Storm with a solid stare, "I'm really, really not in denial."
Narrowing her eyes, she read the features of the man a long moment, and gasped. "My Gods," she sighed, "You really aren't in denial!"
He tilted his head with relief, "Yeah, see?!"
"You have no idea you're in love with her at all!"
Logan whimpered. --- The Closet is so Passé by Nancy Lorenz.

Death's got a real racket going on with all this mystic garbage. She's not some regal queen on a throne; she's a cheap prostitute in a gutter alley. She doesn't care how or when or where just as long as she gets her payment in flesh. A payment that I am in a unique position to provide, which makes me one of her favorite customers. Oh yeah, she leaves the light on for me every time I come around. Stands in her doorway wearing her best black lace with a blood red smile on her lips. --- Logan in Le Bas - Song of the Drowned by Darkstar.

I don't make a very good poster boy for all that touchy-feely stuff you hold so dear to your fuzzy little heart. I had a pretty good thing going, ya know. I coulda had it going for -- who knows for how long. Maybe you think that "deep down" it was a cold, empty, lonely existence? Oh no. I was having fun, believe you me. (His eyes sparkle at the memory.) War, women, war, worshipers ... did I mention war? And then -- whammo. Love. I didn't ask for it. So far, it's brought me about as much joy as you'll find on a good day in Tartarus. And I got news for you -- things aren't exactly looking up. --- The Last Prophecy* by LadyKate.

Draco: And are you the right person for me?
Ginny: Don't know, but I'm probably the only one foolish enough to stick around long enough to find out." --- Our Winters* by Jade Okelani.

When you like a girl you get this funny look on your face when they're around. You know, like they walked off with your brain and left the rest behind. Any idiot could tell. --- Hermione to Harry in Taking That Walk by Nacey (Nancy Lorenz).

Redemption of the fallen is one sure key to a woman's heart, just as debauching the innocent is the other. --- Minerva in Levels of Comfort by Spyke Raven.

Jane: Daria, we're not going to go through this again are we?
Daria: What, me being irrationally jealous over a new person in your life? No, I've gotten over that.
Jane: I should hope so, you're dating him now after all. --- The Song That Jane Likes* by sam

Daria: Sorry, Monique. I can't seem to help it. I trust Trent, but I-
Monique: Want to see any woman who could ever possibly tempt him burn eternally in a particularly hot patch of hellfire? --- The Mighty Quinn* by Nemo Blank.

Quinn: Let me guess, you're going to spend the day in bed.
Daria: It's a plan, not a very active plan, but a plan nevertheless. Now excuse me while I put my plan into action. --- The Space Between* by sam

It was only fair really; Jarod had seen her first. He knew that was a facile argument when it came to human relations but it was the best he could come up with. He and Parker went back forever; they’d been thrown together as children, torn apart for a couple decades, and thrown together again then dragged to hell and back a few times for good measure. --- Jarod in Friendship Cycles by Ginger.