Author's Note: I've been wanting to write this for a long time, keeping the plotbunny safe and well nurtured in my future works cage. Now I finally worked up the courage to actually write it without feeling like it was going to be the worst thing I could ever come up with. I surely hope you won't think that after reading lol. Feedback is always much appreciated, both positive and negative, as long as it's in the form of constructive criticism.
Also, last time I checked, English still wasn't my first language and this wasn't beta'd. Therefore, Microsoft Words and I are to blame for all grammar mistakes and imperfections.


"You wanna get married?"

The question was barely more than a murmur, muffled into her skin as he pressed a tender kiss to her bare shoulder.

She snuggled closer to him, bringing her hand up to his chest and leaning her head against his shoulder, "No, I don't think so." She answered matter-of-factly, curling his chest hair around her finger and tracing random patterns on his skin.

She loved this, lying in bed after making love, basking in the afterglow, just enjoying the closeness of each other's body. It was moments like this that she actually realized how much he meant to her.

"Wait a second…" Her brow furrowed when no sound came from him in response to her answer, and she lifted her head to look him in the eye, her own eyes wide, "You weren't proposing, right?"

He hesitated for the briefest of moments, but she didn't miss it, even though his voice sounded completely neutral when he spoke, "Would it be different?"

This time, she was the one to pause for a while, to give his question some serious thought before she answered, "No. It wouldn't change anything." She looked at him intensely, desperately wishing her honesty and clarity about what their relationship would never become wouldn't unsettle him; wishing he would see how deep her feelings for him ran even though she didn't want to give up her independence.

Relief surged through her when he smiled, and when he pulled her face to his to place a kiss on her lips, she kissed him back just as softly.

"But seriously, Jethro…" A smirk appeared on her face as she pulled away slightly, "Haven't you had enough marriages to last you a lifetime?" Her eyebrow arched, eyes sparkling with amusement.

He feigned a glare as he tugged her into his side, "I'm a traditional guy, Jen…" He growled, nuzzling her neck playfully.

"Well, sorry to disappoint…" She giggled and pulled his face up to hers, for a kiss - this time - that was as soft as it was passionate. Her hand fisted in his short silver hair and she rolled them over so that she was now underneath him, the weight of his muscular body deliciously pinning her to the mattress. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked his lips again before she pulled back to look in his darkening blue eyes, her own already a deeper shade of green, "I'm just not the marrying kind."


Some time later - as the sun started to set on the city, casting its bright orange glow on the house and seeping into the room, filtered by the closed curtains - they were still lying in bed, tangled in each other's arms, all of their senses heightened by the presence of the other's body, every breath and every sigh almost deafening in the comfortable silence they greatly relished.

Her hand moved up to wrap around his shoulder for leverage, and she slid up his body until her head was resting on his pillow, right next to his.

"You know…" She started, brushing her lips over his cheek. She kissed his jaw, coaxing a response from him, and when he finally let out a low growl that indicated she should go on, her lips curved in a mischievous smile, "Even though we'll never get married, you could still buy me a diamond ring."

THE END