A/N: Well, guys, here's the epilogue. I've got a new story for this series in the works. Your reviews, as always, are deeply appreciated. I write for you all, so let me know your thoughts. Alrighty then, over and out.

Daniel waited until the digital clock blinked 3 am on the dot and decided to take the bull by the horns. The very petite, much adored, wholly adorable bull in question was lying on her stomach, her head turned to face him.

Although the room was mostly dark, it was highlighted with a dusky blue-white that highlighted the fresh batch of freckles she'd acquired on her nose after their weekend on the lake. She'd said she simply hated them, but had changed her mind later down in the cabin when Daniel had made his differing opinion of them felt (Whoa, Nelly) as well as known.

Now he kissed the tip of her nose, knowing the very instant she snapped awake, although her eyes remained closed. So she was going to play it like that.

Fine.

He wet the tip of his index finger in his mouth and slowly drew it down her spine. To her credit, she only bit her lip and turned her face into the pillow, although she couldn't help but arch her back against his finger.

When he blew gently on the trail he'd made, though, she gave a giggle of mock-protest.

"Daniel!"

"Wakey-wakey."

Her eyes drifted dazedly around the room, at her little white strapless slit-up-to-there dress, her "Come-fuck-me-Daniel" dress, as Christina so classily dubbed it, draped carelessly over the couch. Needless to say, it had had the desired effect, Daniel thought, if his sore muscles and cloud nine dreams were any indication…

Daniel sat bolt upright in his sadly solitary bed.

Well, damn.

He looked over at the clock. 3 am. Two weeks on the dot. It was time. It was past time, for both of them.

He picked up the phone, dialed her cell. She picked up on the first ring.

"Okay, it's been two weeks."

He could practically feel Betty's blush radiating from the other end of the line.

"I'll be right over," she said.

The end…okay, not really.