"Oh, Wow

DISCLAIMER: Scarecrow and Mrs. King are the property of Warner Brothers and Shoot the Moon Productions. My use of these characters is intended purely for entertainment, a few laughs and maybe a sigh or two

Title: Great Expectations 1/10

Author: Merel Inglis

Summary: Takes place after the show ended, the marriage is common knowledge

Rating: PG-13 to NRC

"Oh, Wow!" Amanda sighed, easing back into the softness of the sheets, the down mattress cover embracing her as surely as her husband, Lee Stetson, just had.

Lee, his heart pounding and his breath still coming in short ragged pulls, rolled off of his wife, flinging an arm over his eyes. "Oh, my god, Amanda," he puffed. "I thought I was the one that was supposed to be wearing you out?"

Amanda chuckled, reaching over to run a finger down her husband's bare, heaving chest. "You're out of shape, Scarecrow," she admonished, jokingly.

He shot her a glance from where his eyes hid under his forearm. "Out of shape, huh? Well, I didn't hear you complaining a few moments ago…or a half hour ago…or an hour before that…or…"

"Okay, okay," Amanda laughed, pulling the tangled sheet up to cover her naked breasts, much to Lee's chagrin. "I get your point." At his look, she blushed.

Lee pulled his arm down and smiled at Amanda, picking up one of her hands and clasping it in his. "You're incredible…you know that?"

"What?" she shrugged, enjoying the play of his fingers on hers.

Her caught her brown eyes and held them fast with hazel ones. "You're just the most amazing woman I've ever known, that's all."

"Well, Mr. Stetson, I think you're pretty amazing yourself," she smiled warmly at him. "But what's really amazing is that we were lucky enough to find each other. By the way, happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary, Amanda." A sparkle of laugher lit his eyes. "Yeah. Boy, ya know, I should send Don a thank-you note," Lee grinned mischievously at her.

"Don?" Amanda quizzed him, confused and wary of the look he was giving her.

"Don, Dan, David, whatever his name was…that weather guy that you were taking to the train station that morning. I think from now on, every year, on the anniversary of this day, I'm gonna send him a card. Don't you think that would be nice?" Lee smirked, kissing the palm of her hand.

"It was Dean, and no, I don't think it would be nice." Amanda reached up and tweaked his nose. 'You know, I think it wouldn't have mattered. One way or the other, I think we were destined to meet each other." At Lee's look, she continued. "I know, I know, you think I'm crazy…how else in the world would we have met, you being a spy and me being a housewife? But I just know, in my heart, that if it hadn't happened on this day, five years ago, it still would have happened. Some day, some how…it was fate."

"No, Amanda, I don't think it's crazy." He reached over to push a stray lock of her tousled hair behind her ear. "You're right. We were meant to be. Soul mates—"

"Soul mates—" she said with him.

They smiled into each other's eyes. It had taken them so long to get to this point. However, neither one of them would have traded one fraction of one moment in their journey towards this love. How they'd been thrown together, and what they'd had to go through to find love and then to keep it, only made them cherish their union even more.

As Lee ran his fingers through her hair, gently grasping her neck to pull her into a kiss, she thought perhaps they did owe Dean a thank-you for the part he played in the anniversary they were celebrating. The thought quickly flitted from her mind as Lee pushed her down into the bed, once again giving her absolutely nothing to complain about.

To Be Continued