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"I trust you." Misha gave another little sigh and her breath tickled his neck. "I mean, you told me the pizza would be pretty good and it is. That is one hundred percent worthy of trust."

It was flippant and not entirely unexpected given the serious direction their conversation had gone paired with her track record. However, the way her hand moved again to slip between them and rest on his chest, over his heart, put more weight to the words and a totally different subtext. She meant ti. She could not think of anyone she trusted more at the Prytaneum.

"Good." Misha abruptly lifted her head and gave him a gloriously bright smile. "Then it's a deal. We'll find each other when we need each other and trust each other." Then, contrary to good sense, she leaned in close in order to brush a chaste kiss over his lips.

As she drew back, something flashed across her light eyes but it was gone before Brian could interpret the expression. She smiled again. "Maybe I should tell my mom that I met a great guy, after all."

"You're both." At his blank look of confusion, Misha giggled. "You're great and kind of pretty, too. In a manly way, of course. You're also a surprisingly bad influence." She turned her hand beneath his until their fingers tangled together. "Tsk. You want me to tell stories to my mom. That's dangerous territory, you know. She would want to meet this Great Guy and then you'd be on the hook."

"The sunset is always beautiful," she argued. Warmth flared in her stomach at the reference to their beach interlude, though, and she laughed. "Any time yu want to watch it again, you just let me know. Also..." She wrinkled her nose at him and mock-frowned. "Don't make offers like that or else I might just take you up on it. There's sunsets in Philly, too, you know."

"Philly and New York are close enough to mean day trip fun times. I haven't forgotten, by the way, that I promised you a Broadway show." Misha gave him a thoughtful look. "You could pick one out if we go home and I could take you."

She giggled at his change of topic and gave a little squirm to better settle herself on his lap. Misha half-wondered that she stayed there but gave a mental shrug; if Brian wasn't going to chase her from her perch, she had no plans on leaving. It felt so natural to be there. He felt so good.

She brought an arm up to rest around his neck and over his shoulders. Then she tipped her head to rest against his as she turned her eyes to the movie. "It's almost over," she commented. "Do you want to pick the next one? Oh, and are you still hungry?" She laughed under her breath. "We've barely made a dent in all that pizza."

"You are a very rare man indeed, Brian Watterly." Misha picked up the remote from her lap and straightened so she could look him in the eye. "A rare and wonderful man." She held up the remote and gave it a little wiggle, a grin curving her full lips. "I can't remember the last time a guy voluntarily handed this over to me. Usually I have to wrestle it away from a guy."

Though, really, wrestling with Brian would not be the worst thing in the world, she thought.

Stifling the thought with regret, Misha turned the remote towards the television and thumbed it away from the DVD setting and over to cable channels. Then she started a lazy cycle through the channels, pausing just long enough on each one to see if Brian had a preference or not. "Are you ticklish?" she asked suddenly.