"Should've wished for an umbrella..." Timmy muttered to himself as he stood behind Vicki.

"Hm? You say something?"

"Just thinking out loud."

"Oh, alright then!" Vicki exclaimed as she returned her gaze to the heavens and closed her eyes.

That unreadable smile was back on her face, the one that didn't affect him, or so Timmy told himself when he first saw it. His earlier resolve was breaking. He wasn't sure if it was her new demeanor, the cold-ish rain falling on their heads, the smile itself, how beautiful she looked in the rain, or the fact that he was currently knee-deep in water.

Why? Because Vicki had insisted that they go catch frogs. During a thunderstorm.

They were currently in one of Dimmsdale's larger parks, one that was thankfully deserted, save for the teen and his babysitter, likely because everyone else was a hell of a lot smarter than they were. They always tell you to avoid open, flat ground during a thunder and lightning storm to avoid being struck, though it seemed that Vicki either missed that class, or didn't really give a damn.

It had been a few hours since they had left Timmy's house, and in that time, the two had gotten soaked by the rain. But more important than that, they had talked. More than they ever had in the eight years they had known each other. Past experiences, failed relationships, their families, the time they had spent together as enemies, as something a little closer to friends... It was eye-opening, for Timmy, at least. Vicki, on the other hand, had made no confessions or commitments concerning her feelings for the brunet.

And in that time, Timmy had considered, like seriously considered, his feelings for the red-head. He was by no means head over heels for her, but he could admit that he enjoyed her presence... Today. She'd be quite a catch... For someone with brain damage. "Or me." Timmy's main concern however, was if this particular mood of hers was going to have an extended stay or not.

This was the first time he'd seen her this happy and cheerful without either torturing him with her boyfriend or magic being involved, and it concerned him. So far, he had at least come to the realization that this wasn't a ruse... Or if it was, Vicki was so dedicated to it that if it really was, Timmy might not call her out on it simply because of the impressive lengths she was going to to maintain it.

"What are you doing?" Timmy at last asked her, since she had been simply standing in the shallow pond with him for several minutes while apparently spacing out.

"Just enjoying the rain."

"Well I'm getting cold. And I'm soaked. And I'm pretty sure the only thing I've caught so far are the beginnings of a cold and a few leeches." Timmy lifted up his pant leg and scratched the spot where he had found a leech earlier.

"You get them off you?" Vicki didn't bother looking at Timmy. Her eyes remained closed, yet continued to face upward at the sky. "Nasty little buggers." she trailed off at the end.

"Yeah, I-" Timmy looked closely at Vicki's leg as a small blackish leech crawled up it. "Can we get out of this damn pond already?!" taking the small knife off his belt, Timmy strode over to the red-head and bent over to delicately slide it over her skin, making sure to keep from cutting her, yet making sure the leech came off. "Damn these things..." He paused as he felt Vicki's hand in his hair again, rubbing his head affectionately.

"Thanks."

Timmy looked up at her in time to see the smile on her face fade slightly.

"Where'd you get that knife?" she opened her eyes and looked at him seriously.

"Ah crap." "Um... you left it at my house one day, after you left. I couldn't find the TV remote, so I figured it must've gotten stuck between the couch cushions..." Timmy smirked at her. "Imagine my surprise when I found this." the brunet held up the small double-edged knife. The blade itself was only about two and a half, maybe three inches long, the handle a bit shorter, but wrapped around the handle was a thin, dark green rope, clearly meant to serve as a grip.

"Hm." Vicki snatched the knife away with lightning speed and looked closely at it. "Was wondering what I did with this. You know you shouldn't carry it around, right?" she glanced at him as she ran her index finger along the blade.

"Not like it's difficult to hide." Timmy lifted his shirt to expose his belt, which currently held the sheath for the small knife. "Besides, I'm wearing a pink hat, a pink shirt under my pink coat... I don't seem all that suspicious, so I doubt I'm gonna get searched any time soon."

"Fair enough." Vicki tossed the knife back to Timmy. "You can keep it."

"You sure?" Timmy looked the knife over and returned it to its sheath.

"It's getting more use from you than it would from me, so yeah, keep it. Maybe you'll, I dunno, save someone's life with it one day."

"Alright, thanks." "Save someone's life? Right..."

"Aha!" Vicki shot her arm into the water, causing Timmy to jump back and nearly fall backward.

"Would you stop doing that?! I-"

Vicki stood up with a frog clutched in her hand. The creature was making a noise somewhere between a croak and a scream. "You need to stop being so jumpy." she grinned at him. "And you need to pay attention like me. How many have you caught again?"

"...I'm on leech removal duty." A poor defense for his lack of captured amphibians, to be sure, but it was true... Timmy climbed out of the pond and wrung out his shirt and jeans(to the best of his ability) as the rain began to die down.

"Don't tell me you're already quitting on me?!" Vicki asked as the frog slipped out of her hand and dove back into the water. The red-head attempted to quickly follow Timmy out of the pond, but nearly fell over as she did.

"Careful... You fall in and you'll get covered in those damn blood suckers. Here." Timmy stuck his arm out, meaning for Vicki to take his hand.

She stopped upon seeing this gesture. Was he really meaning for her to take his hand? Did he realize what it meant for her to be helped by him in such a way? ...Was she overthinking this? Probably. Vicki shuffled a bit closer through the water and grabbed Timmy's hand, allowing him to keep her steady as she moved toward the bank of the pond.

"Eugh! Your hand's all slimy!" Timmy grimaced as she gripped his hand tighter, keeping him from pulling it away.

"I was holding a frog. What'd you expect?"

"For you to wipe your hand off? Let go!" Timmy tried to yank his hand away, but while he was strong enough to pull Vicki out of the pond, he was not strong enough to pull his hand out of hers, causing him to pull her off her feet, and crashing into him, whereupon he fell backward onto the soaked grass. With her landing on top of him.

There was a sudden clap of thunder and a flash of lightning in the distance as Timmy looked at Vicki with wide eyes, and Vicki looked at Timmy in much the same way, then both looked at their touching noses.

He found it odd that he had never realized how pretty Vicki's eyes looked. Then again, this was most certainly the closest he had ever been to the red-head. A certain thought came to mind, and though it was most assuredly a bad one, Timmy wasn't the type to pass up a bad idea. And maybe it would get her to blush in retaliation for all the times she had made him blush. Timmy relaxed and raised an eyebrow as he looked up at Vicki. "You planning on making this worth my while?"

For only a split second, Timmy saw a spark of genuine surprise in Vicki's eyes at his question. Unfortunately, no blush grew across her face, instead, Vicki got over her shock nearly instantly and shot him a sultry look. "I'm considering it..."

"Huh?" Timmy squeaked out. True to her nature, Vicki had effortlessly turned the tables on him, and he blushed again, realizing not just how serious she sounded, but also how close they were. "I- Um..."

Vicki smirked and chuckled as she put her hand on his chest and pushed herself up, making sure to wipe the frog slime on Timmy's coat as she did. "You're cute, y'know that?" Vicki offered her own hand to Timmy now.

"What?" Timmy's brain was still trying to figure out what exactly was going on. All the assurances he had made to himself saying that he'd accept this new mood of Vicki's had gone right out the window with her last two comments. Despite this, he retained enough of his motor skills to numbly reach out and grab Vicki's hand to allow her to pull him to his feet. "C-cute? Me?" Timmy took a few steps back. He had to have misheard. He had to.

"I saw through your little game there. Trying to make me blush, right?" that knowing smirk remained on her face.

"How did you- I- ...What did you expect me to say with a pretty girl lying on top of me?!" Timmy looked at Vicki, seriously expecting an answer before he came to the realization of what he had just said. "Fuck me..." this new attitude of hers had completely thrown him off his game! Actually admitting that he thought she was pretty?! What was he thinking?! "Might as well take a gun to my head now, cause I'm absolutely screwed socially." Timmy brought his hand up to his face with a loud slapping sound, commonly known as a facepalm. "Can we just forget about me saying that?"

"If you want." Vicki shrugged.

"R-really? Just... like that?"

"Sure. You expect me to tease you about it or something?"

"...Well yeah..."

"Hm." for the first time today, Vicki dropped her upbeat attitude and replaced it with a more melancholic look as she frowned. "You don't think very highly of me, do you?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"I mean... You don't really like me. As a person. You clearly like me for my looks; and don't try to hide it, you're bad at that." Vicki took a step toward Timmy, making him take a step back in response. "And you're clearly still afraid of me. Even with how nice I've been today, you're still wary, right? You think this is all a trick by me, trying to get you to lower your guard, at which point I'll strike, just to see that look of surprise as you realize that I'm still me, am I right so far?"

Damn. He was still struggling to figure both himself and her out, yet she had managed to figure him out rather easily... Or she had known the whole time. "Can you blame me?"

"Of course not." Vicki took another step forward, but was surprised as Timmy didn't budge this time. "I know how I've been, and I know I'm normally unapologetic, to the point that when you think of me apologizing for something, it sets off little alarm bells in your head that tell you I must have some horrible plan, right?"

Was there even a point in trying to lie to her? She seemed to pick up on every little tell he had, even when he had no idea he was doing them. He nodded, confirming her assumption.

"Thought so." Vicki fist-pumped in a somewhat reserved manner. She did love being right. "Y'know, I can't figure you out."

Wait, what? She couldn't figure him out?! "What about you and how you've been acting today?"

"So? I like- Hm... I love the rain, I can't explain why, I just do. And yeah, it puts me in a great mood. Now you're one of only two people who know that. Anymore questions?"

"What about... why ask me to hang out with you? Don't you... hate me?" he didn't want her answer to be 'yes', no matter how much he believed it was true, he didn't-

"Hate you? Whatever gave you... Sorry... Stupid question." Vicki looked away ashamedly and rubbed the back of her head. "It must really seem like I do, huh?"

"That kind of response can only mean-"

"That I don't."

"So why are you so-"

"Dunno."

Another thunderclap, this one far more distant now, as the rain began to lighten up.

"You don't know..." Timmy considered her words for several seconds and began to chuckle. "I don't know what I expected."

"You know what I do know though?" Vicki quickly strode over to Timmy and stopped in front of him, making him flinch(old habits are hard to break).

Timmy nodded his head back and forth slowly.

"I know you like me, dontcha?" Vicki leaned in close again, bending over just slightly so she was eye-level with Timmy.

"I-" Timmy caught himself and stopped, then took a few steps back. "Who I like doesn't matter. Soon as the rain's gone, you'll go right back to treating me like garbage. I put myself through enough crap chasing after Trixie, I'm not gonna do it again. Especially not with someone who I know is only going to hurt me in the end."

"You know, huh? Didn't know you were psychic. You're that afraid then?"

"Afraid?" What could she be getting at now? Timmy stepped toward her now, not realizing she was simply goading him on.

"Mm. Afraid of me, of letting someone in and getting hurt again, afraid of the thoughts of a relationship with your evil babysitter. You're. Scared." a bit of her old self was bleeding through, only because she was letting it though. She was still in a pretty good mood, but her Twerp was getting all serious on her, she had to do the same to avoid hurting his... "What do they call that? Male pride or something?" "Tell me I'm wrong. Or, tell me you like me."

"You are wrong. And I do like you. I can admit that. But I also know better, you wouldn't pass up a chance to hurt me, it's... who you are." Timmy looked down sadly. "You can't promise me that you'll be nice to me, treat me the way I want to treat you..." he looked up again to meet her beautiful eyes. "So it doesn't matter that I like you. People only change for the better if they want to, and I know you don't want to..."

She found herself wondering if he was crying. His eyes looked red, but it was still raining enough that she couldn't be sure if he was crying or not. More important than that however, was what he had just said to her. It cut her deep, deeper than any comment she had ever received. She knew she was bad... but if he did indeed like her... Had her being as mean as she was... "You think you know me? Think you know I'd never apologize for anything? You don't know me, Timmy. I'm not as heartless as you'd like to think, I know I've been awful to you, but saying I'd never apologize? That I wouldn't be willing to change my ways 'cause I don't want to? If I could find the right person, maybe I wouldn't be so mean! Ever think of that?!" that was it, he had succeeded in souring her mood to the point that the version of her that he hated so much had come back out. Maybe he'd be happy that she wasn't happy...

"I don't want you to change." while there was a hint of determination in his voice, Timmy still gave her a sad look.

"What now? I thought you-"

"I know how you are, and I like how you are. Your sense of humor, the way you act towards people, everything about you is you, it's who you are. I'm not asking you to be a completely different person, I just want- I dunno what I want... I guess I want you to treat me like I matter, like I'm not some annoying little kid that you can boss around whenever you want..."

"You want special privileges because you'd be my boyfriend?"

"Is... that too much to ask?"

She supposed it wasn't... But how could she get him to understand that she wasn't about to change overnight? She could admit that it had been quite some time since her last relationship, enough time that she felt ready to try again... She just had to figure out if she wanted it bad enough... Timmy admitted to liking her; a meaningful first step, but did she even like him? Sure he had some endearing qualities... "I can't promise you anything, you're right about that. Even if it rained everyday for a year, I wouldn't always be happy like I was today... But you said yourself that you don't want me to change..."

"I don't. I don't want you to become this all around nice person that gives to charities and suddenly loves sunshine and rainbows. At the end of the day, I just want someone who's there for me as much as I am for them."

He sounded so... whiny, so needy... This was a side of her Twerp that she had never seen, yet always presumed existed. He wanted... a sappy, cliché, cheesy, boring romance with her. Not the kind with Ricky, where they were always at each others throats, not the kind like with Mark, where there were far too many tentacles involved, and not the kind with Chip either, considering she had no need to tie Timmy to a chair, he did want this... Now there was just the problem of figuring out if she did too... "Let's... play a game."

"Huh?" she didn't seem as angry as she had a few minutes ago, but with Vicki, it was pretty hard to tell how she felt. "What kind of a game?" Timmy asked warily.

The red-head took a step forward so she was right in front of him. "Just a little something to pass the time... You're it!" she beamed at him as she roughly pushed him to the ground with both hands and darted off in the opposite direction.

"Oof!" Timmy fell back onto the wet grass again and stared up at the sky for several seconds. "Well, at least she's in a good mood... I think." He sat up just in time to see that Vicki was already at least a hundred feet away. How she could move so fast in those boots on soaking wet grass, he'd never know. Timmy stood up off the ground and wiped some loose blades of grass off his clothes. "So it's tag then, is it?" taking a confident first step to begin his sprint after the red-head, Timmy learned first hand just how slippery wet grass could be as he slipped and fell straight down into a faceplant. "I deserved that." Timmy's came out muffled as he laid on the ground.

"You dead?" Vicki called from somewhere far ahead.

"If only." Timmy said as he scrambled to his feet and took off after his babysitter. How she managed to avoid slipping, yet run so fast, was something he'd have to ask her once he caught her. And he would catch her. She had two, maybe three inches on him in height, at the most. While he was well practiced in the art of running. Mostly away rather than towards, but he had always been faster than her.

Not to mention the fact that, after their little talk, he figured she might be right. It was taking a chance that led him to being out here with her, talking with her, confronting his feelings for her... Maybe he could take one more chance. Nothing life-changing was ever accomplished in one's comfort zone...

He looked ahead to see that she had stopped. Waiting for him... What did she expect? What thoughts were going through her mind? Did she like him too? Would she hurt him? Would she accept him?

Timmy shook his head as he ran to clear his thoughts. There was no time to be crushed by doubt. Running through the light rain like this... He could see, if only a little, why Vicki liked the rain so much, he just couldn't put it into words, just like her. "Wonder if I should get a gym membership?" He was closing in on her position very quickly... What was he going to do when he reached her?

"Keep up that pace and you might crash into me!"

She sounded happy. Happy was good. Happy meant that she wouldn't get mad at him for-

Timmy leapt forward at Vicki, meaning to tackle her to the ground and end her little game, only to watch for a split second as she effortlessly dodged him by sliding to her right over the grass, leaving him to crash into the ground and tuck and roll. "Too easy..." Timmy rolled onto all fours and leapt at Vicki again.

"Nice try, but you'll have to do better than- Ahh!" Vicki half-shrieked, half giggled as Timmy tackled her to the ground. Again their eyes met, then looked down at their touching noses, though this time, Timmy didn't look as unsure about his intentions... Probably because he was on top this time. "Like it rough, huh?"

She watched as the brunet looked down at the space between them, of which there was very little, since he was pressing against her, and pushed himself up as he placed his hands on either side of her. "Didn't hurt you, did I?"

He would concern himself over something like that. "Nope!" Vicki pulled her leg up between her and Timmy, evidently surprising him with how flexible she was, judging by the look on his face, and pushed him off her, then got to her feet and jumped back. "But you got lucky that time. And you're still it!" she smiled widely at him.

"Th-that's not fair!"

"Whoever said I'd play fair?" Vicki crossed her arms under her breasts, clearly on purpose. "Aren't you enjoying yourself?"

He was. It had been some time since he had played tag with someone. It was always labeled as a kid's game by Chester, and especially AJ... It felt nice to act like a kid again... Or maybe it just felt nice to be giving Vicki a bit of role reversal, since she was usually so big on chasing him... and torturing him when she caught him. Timmy wasn't going to torture her if he caught her... He had something else on his mind. "I'll give you a three second head start." Timmy stuck three fingers in the air at her.

"Really? A whole three seconds?" she smirked at him.

"Nope." Timmy darted forward at Vicki, surprising himself as he didn't slip, and her at how quick he was. For once, he was in the position of the predator, and his normally calm, collected, and unshakeable babysitter was the prey. It was exhilarating!

Of course, she was also giggling like a schoolgirl as she pulled an about-face and dashed away. She wasn't quite faster than him, but their speeds were about equal, and she was heading for one of the park's larger trees... Did she intend to climb it? His question was answered as Vicki reached up and grabbed one of the lower branches, then used her running momentum to swing up onto it, before scrambling up the trunk and stopping atop one of the much higher branches. "I need to rest." she called down to him with a grin.

"I'll bet, after that little stunt..." Timmy muttered as he looked up at her. Climbing trees had never been one of his hobbies, and he wasn't exactly physically built enough to do it either. "Come on... I don't do vertical..."

"Gonna have to, if you want to win! Or... you could give up?" Vicki was happily kicking her legs as they hung over the side of the branch she was sitting on.

"You know it's dangerous to climb trees during a thunderstorm, don't you?" he really hoped she wouldn't point out that-

"The thunderstorm's over. It's barely raining now! Try again." Vicki swung her legs up onto the branch and laid down on it, using her arms as makeshift pillows.

That was the best he had, unfortunately. "Gonna be tired after this." He was not a quitter though. Timmy leapt at the first branch and pulled himself up, though it took more effort than he had expected it to.

"Wow... You made it up one branch! And only kind of sound like you're about to pass out from exhaustion! I'm impressed." Vicki deadpanned as she finished.

"Wha... What's my... Prize if I make it... Up to you?" Timmy looked up at Vicki as she looked down at him over the side of the branch.

"Well... I guess you'll have to make it up here to find out!" she returned to lying down and looking up at the higher branches. The leaves above her served as a crude umbrella, shielding her from the few drops of rain that still fell. And Vicki sighed. Sure, the rain put her in a good mood, but it didn't change who she was as a person. All that... It was in her control. The rain... It was just an excuse. If she wanted to be nice, she just had to... be nice.

"Argh! How did you do this so quick?!"

She looked down at Timmy as he struggled to pull himself up one of the branches. Fine. She wanted to give him a shot. Maybe he wouldn't be as much of a fuck-up as her last couple boyfriends had been, but... That would mean changing for him. "Can I really do this? ...That's the question of the hour, isn't it?"

"Who're you talking to up there?" Timmy asked as he climbed up another branch. He felt absolutely exhausted, but the branch Vicki was laying on was right above him.

"My squirrel friends." Vicki flipped over onto her stomach and looked down at Timmy, then reached down. "Here."

The brunet looked up in disbelief at her hand, nearly causing Vicki to break out into a fit of laughter, before taking it and pulling himself up as she braced herself on the branch.

"Jeez, you weigh a ton... Fatass." the red-head sat up and swung a leg over the branch so she was straddling it. "So I guess I owe you some kind of- Eep!" she squeaked. Literally squeaked as Timmy pushed her up against the trunk of the tree and lightly butted his forehead against hers. She expected him to move in for a kiss, but...

"I win." he was still breathing heavily, but there were the beginnings of a victorious smirk breaking out across his face.

"Suppose you did." Vicki shrugged. "Now... You planning on making this worth my while?" she repeated his earlier question.

"Was that her way of giving me permission?" Timmy leaned in; slowly, tentatively. He was feeling an odd mixture of confidence and nervousness, and he was positive that Vicki knew it. A quick brush of his lips against hers was all he got before Vicki pulled him closer and took a measure of control over the kiss. It only lasted a few seconds before Timmy pulled away, gasping for air. "Gimme... a second..."

They were still close enough for Vicki to feel her Twerp's heart nearly beating out of his chest. "Wow... All that repressed sexual tension is nearly killing you, huh?"

"Yeah, totally not the whole 'I just climbed a tree' thing... I- Ah! What are you doing?!" Timmy yelled as Vicki's hands traveled down to the waist of his pants... and stopped at his belt as she grabbed the knife on said belt.

"Just grabbing this. What'd you- ...Oh... I see... Gotta admit, I've never fucked in a tree before..." Vicki looked around, seemingly more for effect than anything else, before looking back at Timmy. "You want to?"

"I'd prefer to buy you dinner first... Or at least wait until we get back to my house." he wasn't being entirely serious, mostly because he figured Vicki wasn't.

"No sense of adventure." Vicki shrugged her shoulders and shook her head back and forth in mock-disappointment, then re-oriented herself so that her back was to him, and she was facing the trunk of the tree.

"What are you doing?" Timmy moved forward along the branch and watched as Vicki fiddled with... something...

"You'll see."

"Or you could tell me." again, Timmy moved closer so that he was able to look over her shoulder, but she simply moved her head in front of his when he tried. "Would you just- Whoa!" the brunet stopped talking as he leaned too far and wrapped his arms around Vicki's midsection to keep from falling off their little perch.

"I always pegged you as the clingy type..." Vicki smirked as she jabbed the knife into the tree and carved into the bark.

"...Probably not a good time to mention that I'm afraid of heights..." seeing his opportunity, Timmy rested his head on Vicki's shoulder to get a better look at what she was doing. "She's... writing something?" "Oh... I see what you're doing... Wait. And you call me corny?! What is this?!"

"Gotta yell right into my ear, don't ya?" Vicki brought her hand up and stuck her finger in her ear, then twisted it around.

"You're seriously doing that though?" Timmy lowered his voice to avoid not damaging her ear, but getting pushed out of a tree.

"Why not? Isn't this what people who are together do?" she had finished writing her own name in the tree, along with a 'plus' sign, and had moved on to Timmy's.

"Who said we're together? Shouldn't we-"

"No, we shouldn't. I've already thought about everything I need to, and with the way you pinned me against this tree, it seems pretty clear that you have too... Unless you're just the 'spur of the moment' type." Vicki finished by carving a heart around their names, then glanced over her shoulder at Timmy. "Are you?"

"I-I've thought about it..." "For like, five minutes..." he leaned his head against hers and inhaled through his nose. She smelled like the rain. "Guess she's right about me being clingy..."

"Here." she held up the knife by the blade, intending for him to take it back.

"Hang on to it for now... I like sitting like this."

She felt Timmy snuggle against her. "Really clingy..." "Can't say the view's all that great." Vicki stared at the tree in front of her. "Whaddya say we head back to your place?"

"If you want... Is it selfish of me to wish it would rain again tomorrow?" Timmy at last released her.

"Probably. It can't rain all the time... No matter how much you wish it could..."

"If only you knew..." "Yeah... guess you're right..." Timmy opted to go in for another back-hug and rested his head on her shoulder again. He wasn't sulking... not really. It was just that his worries had returned. He liked nice Vicki, and without the rain... Would she really keep being nice? Or would she go back to how she usually was?

"Lemme go."

"Great, she already sounds annoyed..." Timmy hesitantly released her and scooted back a bit on the branch. "Sorry, I-"

Vicki re-oriented herself again so that she was facing him and leaned back against the tree, then reached out and pulled Timmy over so he was sitting right in front of her. "Look, before you say anything, or apologize for hugging me- And don't try to say you weren't gonna apologize, I want you to know that... Ugh..." she sighed. "I hate this touchy-feely bullshit..."

"Classy. Like normal Vicki."

"I want to try to be a better person. For you. Actually? Only for you. Don't need to go overboard on being nice here..."

"Wow. I- Just... wow. I really make you wanna be a better person?" okay, now Timmy was pushing it, and he knew it. Still, teasing her like she loved to tease him... Was fun.

"You wanna get pushed out of this tree?!" Vicki's face grew crimson at Timmy's question. "Grr... But yeah, that's what I'm trying to say."

"Huh. Never thought I'd be the one to get through the thick Vicki shell and find the sweet, blushy nougat inside-" Timmy leaned back quickly as she swung at him. "Sorry." he put his hands up in defense. "Too much."

Her blush, while fading, remained on her face as she glared at him. "Yeah, 'too much'. And you wonder why I mess with you! Don't you know better than to tempt fate?!" she swung at him again, meaning for it to be playful, only to be stopped as he caught her arm instead of dodging it and leaned toward her, bumping his forehead into hers.

"Evidently not." he didn't wait for her permission this time, nor did he let her take the lead as he crashed his lips into hers.

A/N: And done! Finally. I don't actually have any real updates concerning my own stories, but I do have news for all you lovely peoples. For those that don't know, we have new members on the Timmy/Vicki ship, these being: SleepyninjaXVIII, Pillow Fights, Pestilent Rider, and my sis(who will probably hit me for this) FickleArtist. All of whom are working on their own great stories, check 'em out when you get the chance.

And then there are, of course, the members I usually promote. DRAGONHOST, Samuel Sadi(Am Sadi), voice of morgoth, hoagie, and I'm pretty sure that covers everyone still alive/writing. Have a Happy Easter!