Story Title: Three Hours

Author: Alli PG

Summary: Lily/Kyle Romance. Lily has already told Kyle that she cannot risk her career to be with him. He pleads with her to give him three hours to show her that he can be the kind of man she wants him to be. Will Lily agree? Or will she leave Kyle for her new position in New York?

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters used in the story and I am not making any kind of profit off of them. They belong to CBS and the creators of Judging Amy.

Author's Notes: This picks up directly where the season finale left off. Kyle has just told Lily that he wants to be with her, but she told him that she cannot risk her career for love.

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Dinner

The soft lighting in the restaurant gently illuminated Lily's face and made her appear all the more beautiful to Kyle. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she smiled shyly across the table.

"So you've got me captive here for the next three hours, what did you want to talk about?"

Kyle merely smiled and took a sip of his sparkling water.

"What?" Lily said, rolling her eyes.

"Nothing," he finally said, "can I just sit here and admire you?"

"Stop," said Lily, accompanied by another eye roll.

"So about New York" Kyle started.

"Kyle, I've really made up my mind. Can we please not?" Lily pleaded, "I know you want to prove yourself and prove your worth and all that but I just don't have it in me to argue anymore."

The mood noticeably shifted and Kyle heaved a heavy sigh.

"I wanted to show you that I can be worthy of you," Kyle resigned softly, "I want you to stay. I'm asking you to stay."

"Kyle," Lily said, "please?"

"Can we please just enjoy the tonight?" Lily asked.

Kyle attempted a smile.

"Sure,"

"And" he added with a smirk, "I'm agreeing because it's truly the one thing I've been looking forward to."

Lily chuckled.

"I certainly remember telling you that about the ballet,"

"And was it?" Kyle asked, "was it worth all the anticipation?"

"Of course," Lily replied dramatically.

The banter flowed easily during dinner and interspersed between bites of bruschetta and linguine, the pair teased each other about their high school personas and regaled each other with tales of horrific dates.

"So that was your first kiss," Kyle chuckled.

"Come on!" Lily insisted, "I was eleven!"

"I didn't say anything," Kyle insisted, "I am…an innocent listener!"

"Oh, okay. Like you don't have any horrific experiences up your sleeve!"

"None which involved pieces of peanut butter jelly sandwiches slobbered on my face" Kyle half exclaimed and half laughed, "didn't the guy know how to chew!"

"It was lunch period!" Lily laughingly defended half-heartedly.

When the check came, they both reached for it and held on to it.

"Come on, I insisted on taking you out tonight, let me pay," Kyle said, tugging gently on the check.

"Don't play the chivalry game," Lily insisted, "I'm the one leaving. My treat."

"Is this a date?" Kyle asked.

"What? What does it matter if this is a date?" Lily replied.

"Just answer me," Kyle insisted with his patented grin, "Is. This. A. Date."

"Do you think it's a date?" Lily retorted.

"I asked you first."

"Do you want it to be a date?" Lily asked.

"I am leaving it completely in your hands," Kyle said.

Lily was taken with surprise and Kyle seized the opportunity to grab the check out of her hand, slip his credit card into the slot, and hand it to the waiter.

"I…I don't know how I feel about…everything," Lily admitted.

"Well," Kyle said with a slight smile as he reached across the table for Lily's hand, "I for one want it to be a date so I know how to appropriately say good night."