(A/N: Oh gosh I am sorry I took forever and a day to finish this thing. I had a really busy semester and then intersession and then I am terrible at ending things. I know, excuses. BUT! I am finally all done and I hope everyone enjoys it! Also, I self beta'd the whole thing and I don't know why, so if there are any weird typos or grammar issues just let me know! )

Elizabeta woke up to the sound of her very annoying ringtone blaring in her ear. She moaned and clutched Gilbert tighter, unwilling to even move. He was warm and comfortable and releasing him would bring nothing but bright lights and sleepiness. Very reluctantly, she pulled back and groped for her phone.

"Hello?" her voice sounded a bit hoarse and dry, but not as terrible as it could have sounded. Her eyes opened, just a crack, to see the mid-day sun filtering in through the blinds.

"Ah, Elizabeta, the renovations are complete. I tried calling my brother, but it seems his phone is off." There was an awkward pause. "He is still with you, correct?"

Through the slits in her eyelids, she glanced at Gilbert's sleeping form beside her. "Mmhmm. I'll drop him off later." She was still half-asleep, and she was thankful that anything she said made sense.

"Thank you. I appreciate it."

"Yep, anytime."

They mumbled their goodbyes and Elizabeta snapped her phone before letting it flop back onto her pillow. As her eyes began to slide shut once more, she realized just what this meant. The basement was done, Gilbert would have to leave. Once upon a time she had looked forward to this day, but now she really didn't want him to go…

But how awkward would that be to ask Gilbert to live with her.

Maybe they could be roommates, she reasoned. They could split the rent and Gilbert could sleep in the spare room. She almost snorted at the thought. After the previous night there was no way they could be "just roommates" or "just friends."

And as if he knew she was thinking about him, Gilbert stirred next to her. He rolled over away from her and yawned loudly. For a moment everything went quiet, but when Gilbert turned to face her, he scrambled out of bed as though he'd been set on fire.

In the same instance, Elizabeta yelped and scrambled to the far end of the bed, staring up at Gilbert with wide, startled eyes. "What?" she hissed, clutching at the sheets and glancing around the room as though she expected an intruder to burst in at any time.

He just pointed at her, mouth open and face totally red. "I-I… y-y-you!" He turned around very quickly and faced at the wall with his hands crossed tightly over his chest. "You're half-naked."

Elizabeta blinked and glanced down at herself. Bra, Batman boxers. She could just vaguely remember pulling her shirt off at some point because Gilbert was a little too warm, but she had been half-asleep at the time. Without batting an eyelid, she leaned over, snatched up the discarded shirt, and pulled it back on.

"You can turn around now, you prude."

When Gilbert finally did turn around, his face was flushed all the way down his neck. He shifted uncomfortably, still looking a little wary. "And we shouldn't make a habit out of…isleeping together./i"

Elizabeta pursed her lips and ran a hand through her hair. For the life of her, she could not remember anything weird happening. Finally, she decided Gilbert really had meant sleeping together, in the purest of forms.

She quirked an eyebrow and shook her head. "Wow, really, Gilbert?"

"Yes really!" he growled, taking a step back. "I didn't want to say anything cause you weren't feeling good and stuff, but…." He trailed off, looking slightly distraught. "We're not even married…"

And now Elizabeta laughed. She threw her head back and positively howled as she rolled over to face the opposite wall. Of course that was something only Gilbert could come up with. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she sat up and looked at Gilbert square in the eyes. He seemed to wilt in her gaze.

"You're weird, you know that?"

He narrowed his eyes and back up against the wall. "Just because I have standards..."

Elizabeta slid from the bed and crossed the room in one fluid motion. Before Gilbert could even breathe, she had pressed herself into his arms. Something about him was just so endearing. "Okay, Mr. Standards, Ludwig says your basement is done."

He pulled back to look at Elizabeta in the eye and something in his expression made her look away. She knew he didn't want to leave as much as she wanted him to stay.

But if Gilbert balked at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as a woman, then how would he feel about living with one?

"Oh… Suppose I should get ready to go then?" Though she could still feel his gaze on her, she didn't meet his eyes just yet. Instead she toyed with his hair idly, no doubt flustering him.

And, finally, her eyes flickered up to his and a smile spread across her lips. "I dunno… Maybe you could stay for a while. I mean, since we're friends again or something. I could always use someone to help pay the rent." Her smile turned mischievous and her fingers tangled in the ends of his hair. "Well, if you ever get any money to actually ipay/i rent."

Surprisingly, Gilbert grinned at this. She had expected him to at least look a little offended. "Who says I don't have any money? C'mon, Lizzy, give me a little credit! I'm not a total loser." He pulled back one of his arms from her waist and fished his cell phone out of his pocket.

Of course Elizabeta had no idea what he was going on about and was not impressed in the slightest by his cell phone. "Okay? Wait, wait, let me guess!" She released Gilbert's neck and took a step back, looking him up and down critically. He shifted a bit nervously under her gaze, but his grin didn't waver as he held up that phone. "Okay, phone, phone, what could you be doing… Um, you're a telemarketer?"

Gilbert shook his head, looking amused. "Hell no. Come on, let me tell you, you're never gonna get it."

But Elizabeta shook her head vigorously in return. "No, no, I want to guess! Hmm…" She stroked her chin thoughtfully and frowned in concentration. "You're a drug dealer!"

At that, Gilbert snorted. "Are you even trying?"

"Shut up!" Elizabeta barked, pacing back and forth now. Now it was a game and Elizabeta hated to lose. Biting her lip, she racked her sleepy brain for even the slightest hint, but came up short. What Gilbert could possibly be doing with his phone, she had no idea.

Looking slightly exasperated now, Gilbert shoved the phone back into his pocket. "Well, if it helps, I normally do it on my computer."

Elizabeta looked positively scandalized. "No hints! That's cheating! God, Gil, I wanted to win fair and square." She rolled her eyes and took a step forward to smack him on the shoulder. "Now it's too easy. You make internet porn." Of course she knew this would make him reveal his job, unprompted, so, technically, she had not lost this round. Losing would have meant outright asking. This was not outright asking.

This had the desired effect on Gilbert, for he began to sputter and wave his arms around furiously. "No! No! It's a blog! I run a blog!"

Feigning outrage, Elizabeta shouted, "Hey, I told you I wanted to guess!" But, all the same, a grin marred her act. Of course Gilbert ran a blog, that was just like him. Before he could start shouting back at her, she took a few steps back and flopped onto the bed. "Whatever. I just want to know who in their right mind reads your blog?"

A little frown tugged at his lips. "That's it? You're not going to make fun of me for that?"

Elizabeta shrugged. "Didn't I already tell you I thought your little diary was cute? Whatever, you don't have to tell me who reads that junk. Anyway, you still haven't told me whether you want to stay or not." Though her tone was light and casual, Elizabeta couldn't really help but feel nervous about his answer. Part of her knew that he would jump at the chance to stay, but another part worried that he might say no for whatever weird reasons he had.

"Well…," Gilbert began, swallowing nervously as he leaned against the wall, "I don't know…" His idly hands toyed with the hem of his shirt as Elizabeta braced herself for whatever bizarre thing might come out of his mouth next. Though it was a bit disappointing, she could understand. After all, they had just become friends again and then added some other layer of their relationship that neither had really labeled yet.

But she really wasn't prepared for what came next.

"Got ya! Come on, Lizzy, stop making that face! Did you ireally/i think I would go back to living in a basement after you of all people asked me to stay?" He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Seriously, I mean I've been waiting for this since like, middle school. Did you really think I was going to say no?"

Though Elizabeta could have pretended to get upset and made a big deal out of it, she honestly didn't feel like it. So she let Gilbert off the hook this time and instead crossed the room to smack him gently on the shoulder. "Jerk," she muttered as she slid her arms around him once more.

It probably wouldn't be easy (nothing with Gilbert was ever easy) but Elizabeta couldn't deny that being "roommates" would probably be a good decision in the end. Idly, she thought about calling Ludwig back to inform him that she wouldn't be dropping Gilbert off later. But as the silver haired man leaned down to kiss her, Elizabeta thought it could wait.