February 13th-17th, 2003

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Takes place in present time. I just made up the movie George will later talk about.

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"Who was that?" Julianna asked, staring at Ron as he hung up the phone.

"Just a woman." He replied, pretending like it wasn't a big deal.

"She called you darling and asked when you would be over. I thought you had to work tonight!" Julianna exclaimed, her hands on her hips, as she stared at him.

"Jules, give it a rest." He said.

"What? No way, Ron! Who was that?" Julianna asked, her voice choking up as realization set in. She forced the tears back.

"Nobody you know."

"Are you sleeping with her?" Julianna asked. He just stared at her, and didn't answer. Julianna closed her eyes to the onslaught of emotion that followed at his non-answer. She opened her eyes. "You don't really have to work tonight, do you?" She asked. Ron shook his head slowly, watching her carefully. Julianna nodded, turning away from him and wiping her hand over her nose. A single tear ran down her cheek, but she wiped it away too and blinked the tears away. "Just tell me. Are you cheating on me?" She asked with her back still towards him. Then she turned around because she'd be able to tell if he was lying if she could see him.

"I wouldn't call it that." He replied. Anger flashed in her eyes, along with the hurt.

"You wouldn't call it that, but is that what you're doing? Having sex with some other woman to fulfill something I apparently am not giving you?" She yelled.

"I suppose that yes, that is what I am doing." He replied calmly.

"Fuck you!" Julianna shouted and then grew silent. She knew if she yelled, she wouldn't be able to hold back all the anguish she knew would pour out of her. "This is over, Ron." She whispered.

"What?" He asked.

"I'm through living this lie. I won't just stay here and let you treat me like this. I won't!" She said and tried hard to reign herself in before emotions could erupt.

"Fine!" He shouted back.

"You," She paused, "Are a bastard." She said and turned around, going up the stairs. She heard him pick up his keys and knew he was leaving the house. She reached her bedroom just as she heard the door slam behind him. She sat on the bed and immediately the tears began to fall. She lifted her hands to her face and let the tears run through her fingers as she sobbed. This man she loved so much, didn't love her back. She had never seen this one coming. They were away from each other a lot, with their work and all, but he always seemed to show up when she was lonely. He always treated her as if he loved her as much as she loved him. Maybe that was why this was so hard for her to accept.

She woke up that morning in the arms of the man she loved, having absolutely no suspicions about him, only to end the day finding out he was cheating on her. And she didn't even know how long this had lasted, or even if there had been other women.

"How could he do this.." She trailed off, her sobs racking her body. What was she going to do? Her life had suddenly just fallen apart at her feet. She listened to the sounds of her own crying and it made her angry. She loved him, yes, but he had hurt her without really caring. Well fuck him, she thought and straightened her shoulders. She wiped the tears from her eyes, even though they felt like still falling. She looked toward her closet before standing up. She went into the walk-in closet and stood on her tiptoes to pull the suitcase from the top shelf down. She began to calmly pack her things. When she was finished with that suitcase she moved onto another one. And again. When she had five suitcases packed up beside her bed, and she still didn't have all her clothes packed, she sighed.

"When the hell did I get so many clothes?" She wondered aloud. Then she sighed and went down the stairs, heading into the kitchen for some trash bags that she could pile shoes and clothes into.

An hour later, when she had finally finished with all her clothes, she moved into the bathroom. She managed to squeeze all of her stuff into a smaller carry on bag, which took some work and a bit of throwing out of old makeup, but she finally managed to get it all to fit. She took all of the stuff that was in her room so far down the stairs and piled it up by the door, making a few trips. Then she grabbed some more trash bags, a few boxes, and headed upstairs to collect some other things, more material, but more personal things. She started in her bedroom, gathering up pictures and photo albums, along with things she still had from high school and college.

She continued throughout the house, looking at some things that she couldn't take with a look of depression. Like the kitchen table she had worked so hard on, spending an entire day just fixing up herself. It was just a table, but she was proud of it. But she knew she couldn't take it. She'd just fix up another one wherever she relocated. She sighed as she looked at some of the antiques that she and Ron had picked out, that made their house theirs, but she didn't take most of it. Some smaller things she took, and the things that held the most significance she took, but she left the majority of it, wishing things could be different. As much as she prided herself on being grounded and unmaterialistic, she loved this house and the things in it. It had been her safe haven for years. I'll just get new things, that will be mine no matter what, she thought.

She piled all of her stuff up by the door, amazed at how big the pile was, but at the same time at how small it was. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying not to let her emotions rise up and take control. When she gathered herself together, she turned and headed back to the kitchen. She got out a can of cat food, and put it under the can opener. The two cats came running as they always did at the sound of the machine.

Julianna smiled and bent down, placing the food on the floor. The cats ate it, nipping at it delicately together. When they were finished, they rubbed up against Julianna's legs, arching their furry backs and purring loudly. She sighed and pet them, wishing she could take them, but knowing she couldn't. They were actually Ron's cats, even though they had got them when they were together. It had been his idea, he had picked them out and named them. They were his, as much as she would miss them.

"I'll miss you." She murmured and picked each of them up, burying her face into their soft fur as their bodies vibrated against her. She sighed and placed the second one on the floor before she stood up. "I'll get my own kitten." She murmured, determination set within her.

She'd make her own life. She walked to the telephone and picked it up, quickly dialing George's number. She had thought about it the entire time she had been packing. She knew she could call any family member, but nobody really had room for her. She had several friends but the majority of them were married, and George was her closest friend outside of that.

"Hello?" George asked when he answered the phone.

"Hey George, it's Jules." She replied.

"Oh hey, Jules, what's going on?" He asked.

"Well, a bunch of shit, actually."

"That doesn't sound good." George said.

"Yeah, um, Ron and I broke up." Silence.

"What?" George finally asked. He thought they were forever.

"Uh, well, some woman called the house tonight and thought it was Ron answering the phone. She called him darling and asked when he'd be over. Ron confessed that he'd been cheating on me." Julianna said, rather calmly.

"What?" He asked again in shock. "Are you okay, Jules? Do you need anything?" George asked immediately.

"Actually, I do. Ron left, apparently to go fuck his new woman, so I've been packing my stuff. I have an entire pile by the door of suitcases, trash bags, and boxes, but I don't have anything but my little car to move it. Plus I have no where to go with it, once I figure out how to move it."

"Say no more. I'll bring over my jeep, with the trailer on the back that I use for the motorcycles, and you can stay with me for as long as you need." Julianna felt tears rising up in the back of her throat, but she swallowed them down.

"Thank you, George. I knew I could count on you."

"And don't forget. I'll be right over." He said, and hung up the phone. She clicked it off and went to put on her shoes. Then she sat on the floor of the kitchen, petting the cats and trying not to let her brain or her heart think.

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Later that night, George was lying in his bed, with his hands underneath his head as he stared at the ceiling. He could not sleep. All he could think about was Julianna. He had gone to pick her up, and she had acted fine. They had loaded up her stuff and driven to his house, and then they had unloaded everything into his garage, and took what she wanted inside. He had helped her unpack in a spare room, which was where she was sleeping now. The entire time, she had talked like it was the last day was she was allowed to talk in her life. She wasn't usually quiet, but she never talked so much before. He knew that it was just a defense to keep her from breaking down, but he really just wanted to help her.

He knew he had helped her get her stuff out of the house, and he knew he had given her a place to stay for awhile, but he still didn't feel as if he had helped her enough.

And on the other hand, he could not believe that Ron had cheated on her. He could not believe that they were no longer together. Once upon a time, George had had feelings for Julianna. They had passed because he had realized that Ron was the person she was going to spend the rest of her life with. He had always just ignored the feelings if they ever came up, and became the best friend that he could be to her. And now she wasn't with the man she was supposed to be with for the rest of her life and it was bringing all of his own feelings back into light, even though he knew that he couldn't even be thinking about her in that way. She wouldn't want a new relationship, especially not with him, somebody she had said was like a brother to her, on more than one occasion.

George rolled over, sitting up on his bed. He couldn't just lay there anymore. He had to do something to keep his mind off of her and everything. He stood up and walked out of his room, and headed for the stairs. As he was walking quietly past, he paused when he heard a noise coming from the room where Julianna was sleeping. He listened, holding his breath so he could hear better. Then he heard it again. A sob. She was crying.

He stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do. He wasn't sure what to do when he heard a woman cry, like most men, but he knew that he couldn't just pretend he hadn't heard. But he was almost afraid to go in. He stood there for a few seconds before he heard another sob. It made his chest ache, so he knew he had to go inside. He knocked softly and opened the door just slightly.

"Jules." He whispered.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't." He said, coming into the room as she sniffled, trying to breath. "I was going to the kitchen to get a glass of water." She didn't reply. He walked to the bed and sat down on the edge, looking at her. She was lying on her stomach, as if she had been crying into the pillow, but now her head was turned toward him. He could see the wetness glistening on her face. He laid his hand on her back and rubbed gently. "Are you okay?" She nodded a bit.

"Uh-huh." She said, but she half hiccuped and half sobbed. He felt it under his hand.

"Oh, Jules." He murmured.

"I'm sorry." She said and turned her head into the pillow.

"Don't be." He said and slid down onto the bed so he was stretched out beside her. He gathered her into his arms. She turned toward him and buried her nose in his t-shirt, as her fingers clutched the front of his shirt.

"How could he do this?" She moaned into George's chest.

"I know, baby, I know." George said, rubbing his cheek against the top of her head. He ran his fingers gently through her hair, and rubbed her back with his other hand. "It'll be alright." He said quietly as she began to sob again, this time with him there to support her.

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The next morning George stepped out of the shower and smelled coffee. He dried himself off and got ready for work before heading down the stairs and into the kitchen. Julianna turned when he padded onto the tile floor.

"Hey." She said.

"What smells so good?" He asked. She smiled.

"Coffee. I heard you get it and since I was already awake, I decided to come make some for when you got out. And for myself, of course." She said. He grinned.

"Well thanks. I'm not used to having the coffee ready for me." He said and poured himself a mug. Then he sat beside her at the table where she was sitting, staring out the sliding glass doors towards the woods.

"What are you doing today?" Julianna asked.

"I'm going down to the offices to get some paperwork done with Steven on a new movie we're going to be producing."

"Oh?" Julianna asked, curious.

"Yeah, it's going to be about murder." George said. Julianna laughed a little.

"So who is going to be the big cast of this new film?" She asked.

"Brad Pitt." George replied. Julianna laughed.

"Lucky leading lady." She said. He grinned.

"Julianne Moore." He said. Julianna chuckled.

"That's a great cast. Is Steven directing?" She asked. George nodded.

"Yeah. I might have a walk-on part in it, but that's yet to be determined." George said.

"Shock!" Julianna exclaimed. He laughed.

"Right, right, just make fun of me, I see how it is." He said. "One of these days I will get you to be in one of these movies."

"It won't take much persuading." She said. "I've just been busy. I'm not now."

"I'll find you something..." He wiggled his eyebrows at her. She laughed. "So what are your plans for the day?" He asked. She sighed.

"All kinds of shit. I have to deal with address changes as much as I can, considering I don't have a permanent address right now. Plus I have to deal with bills and other things on the house. And mail. A whole bunch of little things that take so much effort."

"If you need help I'll lend myself as a slave when I get home."

"Thanks, George. I may have to take you up on that offer." She smiled. "I probably won't begin looking at a new place. I don't think I'll have enough time today."

"Take your time. You're welcome to stay here for as long as you need." He said honestly.

"I know, and thank you for that. I wasn't sure who else to go to. Nobody else has room."

"You made the right choice." He said. "Plus, it's nice having someone to live with. It keeps me company."

"I'm sure you don't have a hard time finding someone to live with you." She grinned at him.

"You're right, but it's better when it's a friend." He smiled.

"Well I'm going to milk it for all it's worth." She said. He chuckled.

"Alright."

"I have several friends that are going to be mighty jealous." She said.

"Oh yeah?" He asked, and they laughed together, always so comfortable.

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Later that night George came home to find Julianna talking on her cell phone. She was sitting in the living room with all kinds of papers spread across the coffee table in front of her. She looked up when he came in.

"I'm on hold." She said.

"With?"

"Electricity company." She muttered and rubbed her forehead in frustration.

"That bad, huh?"

"Worse." She said, but made herself smile. He chuckled and sat beside her on the couch. He turned her back towards him and began to massage her shoulders, neck, and upper back with his hands. She sighed and leaned back. "That's wonderful." She said. Then she straightened a little and began to talk into the phone.

"Yes. Yes. Julianna Margulies. Uh-huh. Thank you." She said and clicked off the phone. "Finally." She put the phone on top of all of her papers and leaned back into his hands, letting out some of the stress that way.

"Have you eaten dinner?" He asked.

"No. I've been too busy." She said.

"I'll fix us something."

"You don't have to." She protested.

"I don't mind." He replied, pressing his thumb into her shoulder blade. She moaned softly.

"How was work?" She asked.

"Good. We got some work done. Made some progress."

"That's good." She replied. "You have the hands of a god." He laughed and continued massaging. A little while later he slide his hands off her back.

"Better?" He asked.

"Did you have to stop?" She asked and grinned at him. He chuckled.

"My belly is calling." He said. "What would you like for dinner?"

"I'll eat whatever you fix." She said.

"Chicken parmesan it is." He said.

"You can make that?" She asked.

"I've been a bachelor most of my life. Gotta fend for yourself." He said. She nodded.

"I guess you're right." She said and smiled at him before he made his way towards the kitchen. She stared at him, letting her eyes drift down to his ass. When he disappeared she shook herself, wondering what the hell had taken over her. Well, he does have a fine ass, she thought and smiled to herself before going back to work.

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A few days later George and Julianna were sitting on the couch, watching television together after dinner when George realized something.

"Hey Jules." She turned to him.

"Hmm?"

"Guess what I just realized?" He asked.

"What's that?"

"Valentine's Day is in four days." He said. She raised her eyebrows a bit.

"You're right." She snorted. "Happy Valentine's Day to us."

"Hey, it's not here yet. You never know what could happen." He said, chuckling.

"When I was a teenager I always hated Valentine's Day because I was always the weird chick in my high school. Remember how I told you the kids called me Fish Lips?" She asked. He nodded. "Yeah. Plus they thought my dark curly hair was weird. And since I moved around all the time, I was never in a place long enough to make really good friends or to have a boyfriend. And I hated Valentine's Day because I'd be at some school with a bunch of kids I didn't know and all the girls would be getting flowers and Valentines and messages from secret admirers, and then there was me." George reached out and squeezed her hand, because he knew that even now, all these years later it was still painful for her. That's why she always had, and still did strive for perfection. "That's why I became the little fifteen-year-old rebel. I hung out with older guys to scare my parents, and did things I probably shouldn't have done." She paused. "And then later I met Ron. And everything became stable. I had grown into my lips and my hair, and I wasn't the new girl. Everybody was new. We hit it off and it turned into the relationship that we had. I thought we would be together forever." She sighed and looked at George. He could see the hurt in her eyes.

"I know." George said, just trying to be there for her. To listen and not judge.

"Even he rejected me." She said sadly, and looked away from him. He could hear all the hurt and pain in her voice and he reached out, taking her into his arms.

"I know you are hurt and rightfully so. But if he hurt you, then he isn't worth it. Just like those kids at your schools weren't worth it. You should not have to suffer because of them." He paused. "There are so many people who love you for who you are, and won't reject you. You have your family, your parents, your sisters. None of them would ever reject you. You have so many friends. You have me." He finished softly. She sighed and wiped away a tear.

"I know. It's just that..For the past 12 years or so, I thought he was the one for me. I have a great family and great friends and I thought I had a great boyfriend. And then he rejected me too, and it just brings back old memories and makes me feel like a kid again, and I hate that. I hate it." She whispered.

"It's okay." He said and rubbed her back, but she wasn't finished.

"And now that Valentine's Day is coming it brings back more memories of Ron. Of good times we had, and good Valentine's Days. And it makes me wonder what I did to make him cheat on me, it makes me wonder why, despite all of those great times, I still wasn't good enough."

"You are good enough, Jules." George said painfully. "He just doesn't realize it."

"But how could all of those things just go out the door?" She asked.

"I don't know. It's him, Jules, it has nothing to do with you." George paused. "He's a jackass, Jules."

"Don't say that, please." Julianna whispered. "It doesn't help." She said. Because despite all of it, I can't forget the good times, I can't get over him. I still love him, she thought. And hated herself for it.

"Okay, I won't." He said and squeezed her to him. And he began to formulate a plan.

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On Valentine's Day George came home from work a little earlier than usual. Julianna noticed.

"What are you doing home?" She asked.

"We left early because of the holiday." George said. Julianna snorted.

"Some holiday." She said. "I've spent it watching television."

"That's never time wasted." He said. She laughed.

"Sure. Actually there has been some good stuff on."

"Like what?" He asked.

"Batman and Robin." She replied with a smirk. He groaned.

"Seriously?" He asked. She nodded.

"Yeah, I watched most of it. You're so sexy in that movie, George." She joked. "In all that muscular rubber. Ooh baby, ooh baby!" She exclaimed. He laughed.

"Hey, leave me alone. I was young, I was a fool." He said.

"You're still a fool." She said and they looked at each other, laughing as they quoted lines from their scenes on ER.

"Anyway, I have a surprise for you." He said. She groaned.

"Like what?" She asked. He chuckled.

"You'll see. Give me five minutes." He said.

"What?" She asked as he walked away.

"Just wait." He said. She sighed and settled back into the couch, wondering what he was up to. Three minutes later he came back into the room and held his hand out for her.

"It's all ready." He said.

"What is?" She asked. He laughed.

"You'll see. Good thing you have a sweater on. C'mon." She sighed and took his hand, standing. She followed him out onto his back deck and then down the steps and into the backyard where he had a blanket lying out, a few more blankets piled on top, a basket, and a bottle of wine.

"What's all this?" She asked.

"My version of Valentine's Day." He stared at her, trying to judge her reaction. She just stared at the blanket. "I just wanted to try and cheer you up." He murmured quietly.

"Nobody's ever given me a picnic before." She said and looked up at him. He smiled, hoping she was happy with it. She looked down at the basket again, and swallowed hard because she felt emotions rising up in her and she was confused by them. Oddly enough, she felt like crying. She looked up at him and met his gaze. He felt panic rising when he saw tears in her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away and smiled.

"Let's sit." She said and sat on the blanket, leaning towards the basket. He took a seat across from her, intent on making her enjoy this. "What do you have in here?" She asked and opened it, rummaging inside.

"I made a few sandwiches, because I didn't know what you'd prefer. There is turkey, chicken salad sandwiches, and PB and J." He said.

"Hm, I think I'll have a chicken salad." She said and pulled one out. He reached inside for the paper plates and napkins.

"There is also some grapes and some strawberries. Plus some cheese. Uh, mostly finger food." He said. She grinned at him.

"This is lovely, George, really." She paused. "Thank you for doing all this. Just for me." He nodded, smiling back at her.

"I just wanted you to have a good time and maybe not think about things, y'know?" He asked. She nodded. He reached for the wine.

"I bought your favorite kind."

"Ooh, yummy." She murmured, glancing at the bottle. He chuckled.

"We get to drink it with lovely Styrofoam cups."

"Sexy." She murmured. He laughed.

"That's always what I'm aiming for." He said and popped the cork. She smiled and looked up at the sky.

"It's getting dark. I love this time of day." She murmured. "It's getting darker and the bugs are coming out to flirt." He chuckled. "It's so cozy. It's not as frightening as the dark can be, because you can still see, but it's romantic." She murmured. He watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her leaning back on her hands and staring up into the darkening sky. She sighed and lowered her head, meeting his gaze. Invisible sparks scrambled between them, and he quickly looked away, not wanting to scare her. He knew that his eyes would be telling too much. More than he wanted to reveal. She cleared her throat. "Do I get my wine yet?" He chuckled.

"Sorry. I was spacing out. Here ya go." He said and handed her the cup. She took it and took a sip.

"Mm, perfect." She murmured. He smiled and took his own sip.

"You always did have good taste." He said. She laughed and unwrapped her sandwich. She reached into the basket and got out the cheese cubes that he had put inside. She gathered a few with her fingers and set them on her paper plate. She popped one into her mouth and grinned.

"When did you lose your virginity?" She asked. He stumbled a bit, surprised by her question. She laughed. "I'm only curious." He chuckled.

"Well, uh, I was...sixteen, I believe." He said.

"Uh-huh." She said, egging him on. He chuckled.

"I was a junior on the varsity basketball team and I started dating the senior captain of the girl's varsity cheerleading squad. Heather."

"Ah, figures." Julianna said, smiling. He chuckled.

"Yeah, well." He paused. "In all honestly she was probably a slut. But she knew what she was doing, and knew what she wanted." Julianna laughed. "And she got it, I think. We dated for a good while, even though all we really did was have sex." George said. "She taught me most of what I know." He laughed. "Oh, the memories." His eyes twinkled as he looked at her. "So what about you, little miss curious."

"Well, as I told you before I went through my rebellious stage." He nodded. "I was 15 and a sophomore. I had started hanging out with the older crowd, which included older guys. It nearly killed my dad, I think." She said, grinning with the memories. "There was a few guys I dated, but it was Jimmy who got lucky." She said and George chuckled. "I was 15 and he was 19."

"Really?" George asked. She laughed.

"Yeah. He was tall, dark, handsome, and brooding. What all fifteen-year-old girls wish for." George nodded. "He had a motorcycle and he lived in his own apartment. Well, all it consisted of was one room. He had a tiny kitchen with a bed and a television. That was about all. But since he lived alone, I was over there quite a bit. After a few months I convinced him to have sex with me." She laughed again. "He didn't want to, because even though we were dating, and even though he was a 19-year-old male, he actually didn't want to hurt me. He was a really sweet guy." She said, smiling. "And he was very gentle. Over all I had a good experience with him. He didn't teach me all I know," She said, grinning at George, "But I did learn a lot." She giggled. "I admit I was curious, but he wouldn't let me do much because he was scared he would hurt me."

"You little slut." He joked. She laughed and poked him in the stomach.

"I beat you." She said.

"What?" He asked.

"I was younger than you were."

"So?" He asked. She smirked at him.

"Ah ha!" She said, giggling. He leaned over her, getting in her face.

"But I bet I'm better in bed now." He said. She laughed and shoved his shoulder.

"You bitch!" She exclaimed and they laughed.

"Betcha!" He exclaimed.

"How can we ever prove it? You've got no bet."

"We could ask past lovers to rate us." He said. She laughed.

"You'd have a higher score because you've had more lovers!" She exclaimed. "That wouldn't be fair." He laughed.

"Well then I pick out a select few to judge me." He said.

"That isn't fair either." She said. He grinned.

"Scared?" He asked.

"No. You just don't have a case." She said. He chuckled and leaned back.

"Uh-huh. Sure." He said.

"George!" She said. He laughed and took a bite of his turkey sandwich.

"Gotcha."

"You're such a dork. And you don't play fair." She said, grinning at him as her eyes twinkled.

"'Course not." He said and grinned back.

<-----Q----->

Later Julianna and George lay side by side, head by head, staring up at the stars.

"I love looking at the stars." Julianna said.

"I rarely have time for it." George said. He sighed.

"It's so much prettier being out in the country. In cities you can't even see the stars. I had my first kiss under the stars." She said.

"Did you?" He asked, turning to look at her. She nodded. He lifted himself up and turned on his side. He put his elbow down and leaned his head on his hand.

"I was 14 and I had made a friend because we had been there longer than normal. She had a birthday party and I went and there was this boy there. His name was Jake. He was cute, and all the girls liked him. We were outside and everybody else had just gone inside when he leaned over and kissed me. He told me he liked me and we started going out. Which means nothing, essentially. I moved two weeks later." She said and sighed. She rolled over and mimicked George's position.

"You've had it rough." He murmured. She nodded.

"Yeah. I'm alive though. I've made it so far." She said.

"You'll be okay." He said.

"George?" She asked.

"Hmm?" He murmured.

"I think this is the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me." She said quietly.

"Well, you're welcome." He said.

"Ron never even did anything like this." She said, staring into his eyes. "Ever." She whispered. She looked down, feeling a serious urge to kiss him but she wasn't sure whether she should ignore it or not. And then she wondered why she should ignore it. Because he's your best friend, she answered herself. And then she chose to ignore that. He watched her, wondering what she was thinking. She looked up and he could see something in her eyes. Then she leaned forward and he realized what it was.

"Jules." He whispered and lifted his hand to her face. She stopped, just an inch from him. He glanced down at her lips and brushed a tendril of hair back.

"Please." She whispered. He nodded just slightly and she leaned forward, meeting his lips with her own. She sighed and sank in. This was comfort, desire, something she had missed so much, even subconsciously. He held the side of her face gently, reveling in her. He had missed them so much, always believing he would never find it again.

And here they were.

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