Bitterroot Valley I waited for you

Angel breathed out in acceptance and relief as her alterations to these plans were accepted. Her mind was a whirlwind of doubts and anxieties, but in her heart, she could only believe that everything would work out. How could it not when he looked at her like that?

She was convinced that there was very little she wouldn't do for him in turn.

"And you will be mine," she replied, shyly, but clearly reveling in the concept. He was so strong and so kind and so handsome. So everything she'd ever dreamed of as a girl. She loved the sound of his voice, and she loved it when he called her Angel-girl, and she loved the way it felt to be so close to him, so safe in the warmth of his presence.

She'd not felt like this in her whole entire life, but, if she had to compare it to something? Well, the closest she'd ever come were the scant months before her father's disappearance. There was something of Sumac's surety in this.

Only Sega was here, and her father was not.

Angel did not contemplate these things so transparently. She was only happy, aglow in the excitement of first love. Her blue eyes were embarrassingly besotted when she looked up at him.

"Kiss me again?" she asked him, unable to wait any longer. The rest, she thought, would surely keep.

Shall we let this fade to black here and assume they did a little PG-13 canoodling?