Oh, this was lovely! Your language in this piece is beautifully both to Steerpike's calculation and Fuschia's utter bravery. And the anticipation leading up to that kiss was... ::sigh:: Able to knock me down with it's sheer perfection. Wonderful, wonderful job with this piece.

Nicely written. _

You know, if it wasn't for the fact that I finally got my kiss, I'd almost feel sorry for Steerpike. Thousands of hours planning this single moment only to forget that one possibility! :) But it was such a fluffy one. I'm sighing in contentment as I type this