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"Delivery sounds perfect to me. I worked out earlier so I could cheat like crazy tonight." Misha winked and wandered into the living room. She gazed at the television for a moment. Then, without a word, she dropped her bag beside the couch and crossed to the window. She peered out into the darkening sky, a soft smile curving her lips. The lights of the city were starting to flicker on, pinpoints of brightness showing spots of life.

Misha sighed but the sound held no sadness; she sounded content. Looking over her shoulder, she met Brian's eyes and her smile grew. "Which is your favorite place?" she asked. "I eat just about anything at all."

She laughed at his question, pale eyes bright with amusement. "What kind of question is that to ask a girl from Philly? Thin crust, of course. New York style." She arched a dark eyebrow. "That is, can you do pizza properly down here, Tex?"

"Or I'll come over early and hit the grocery store and cook for you." She turned to face him fully and settled one hand on a jutted hip to go with the smirk she offered him. Internally, she wondered at his comment. How had he fed himself? "You won't have to do a thing except enjoy it. I'm not as good a cook as my mom but I'm not bad."

Misha stuck out her tongue. "I don't like sweet stuff on my pizza. Hmm. How about I give you what I like best and you can pick and choose? Mushrooms, sausage, hamburger, pepperoni, green pepper, fresh tomatoes... What do you like?" She mirrored the smirk he had given her. "And be prepared for me to judge you if you say sardines."

Shaking her head, Misha lifted a hand to cover her giggle at his offers. While he finished ordering, she wandered around the living room. It was pretty bare with almost no personal effects; she figured he had already taken all of the important photos with him to his dorm in Prytaneum. She bit back a grin, remembering the ones of his military unit, his police buddies, his family. The grin faded, though, as she abruptly wondered about the other officers. Had they taken it well?

When she came near Brian, her hand snaked out and, before she could catch herself or register her movement, her palm rested against his back. She rubbed slow, warm circles into his muscles.

She widened her eyes at him with all sweet innocence and her mouth formed a delicate "o". "Why, Mr. Watterly, what kind of girl do you think I am?"

Then she giggled, stepped forward, and buried her laughter in his bicep as her arms slid around his waist for a tight, firm hug. "I'll hit on you harder in the future so you don't have any doubts, okay?" The words were only barely comprehensible, muffled by his arm. She lifted her head then and smiled. "You're tense. Need a back rub?"

His little kisses, those moments of casual affection that he seemed only halfway alert to, never failed to bring a smile to Misha's lips. She gave him a final squeeze and then released him. Stepping back, she shrugged. "I wasn't sure what you liked to watch or what you had seen or not seen so I brought..." She trailed off and laughed. "Well, I brought a few."

Misha moved to crouch beside and open her bag. She turned it slightly so he could see the half dozen or so DVD cases scattered on top of whatever clothing and toiletries she had brought along for their sleep-over. Her lop-sided grin poked fun at herself, inviting him to join her and laugh. "So we've got some comedy, some chick flicks, some action, some drama, and even a horror movie that Mercy loaned me. Any preferences?"

She caught his checked action and giggled. Dragging the bag closer to them both, Misha all but invited him to reach in by her actions. "A few but they're mostly rom-com. Let's see." She used one finger to shift the cases about, the plastic allowing her to slip them over each other easily. "The only pure comedy I brought is Robin Hood: Men in Tights but, if you don't mind a bit of rom-com, I have French Kiss and The Proposal." She turned her head to share an unabashed smile with him. "I know. I'm so dated in my collection."