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41. Sight

The very sight of her caused his heart to beat ten times faster then was healthy for him.

Just seeing him, strutting down the street as though he owned it all set a fire within her that she knew wasn't too good for her.

42. Smell

Whenever Beka woke up without him, just the tiniest scent of him on their pillows or on their blanket was enough to keep her going until she saw him next.

Whenever he smelled that particular scent, a bit of lily or maybe cinnamon his first thoughts where of Beka and it was enough to keep him going until he saw her next.

43. Touch

When she ran her fingers through his hair it was more then enough, more then any other touch could give him and that's when he knew he had fallen completely for her.

When he ran his one finger down her jawbone and her heart nearly stopped beating, Beka knew that no one else could touch her again because she was completely his and probably forever more.

44. Sound

The sound of his steady breathing was enough to lull her asleep even on the hardest days, or when she was nearly bursting with energy.

The sound of her unsteady breathing was enough to set him on edge, whether he was tired or active. It also reassured him, that only someone in love could feel that way about a hitch in someone's breath.

45. Taste

He became addicted to her, to her taste, to her feel, to everything about her. Whenever his lips met hers, gently or heatedly he could never get enough of that special thing about her. He knew from that moment onwards he needed her and only her.

His taste became permanent on her. She knew it, because everyday she could almost imagine she could taste him again and it was enough to keep her going until she could get back to him and really taste him not the shadow.

46. Determined

She was determined to lift a purse off him. It was her goal outside of her job. He was the King of Thieves, but would he handle being bested by her? The first few times she attempted he always caught her wrist and grinned shaking his head. That's what happened, every single time and eventually it became annoying. So taking the trick of Pounce, by being absolutely silent she plucked it gently off his belt and held it up triumphant and saw the surprise flash in eyes before it was replaced by amusement.

"I knew you where taking it, you can keep it," he smiles and she glares. Of course he wasn't bested, he'd lie...for now.

47. Knives

She knew where every single one of his knives went. The two one each leg, the two in his boots, the two around his wrists, the one that gets slide into his belt and the one he keeps underneath his pillow no matter what. He knew where she kept all of her own blades. Especially the one in her hair, of which had been a big mistake to grab her braid if the scar on his hand was anything to go by

48. Routine

It was routine by now to get up, get dressed, eat breakfast with everyone, and leave for their respected places. It was so normal for them that it became internal for them to wake up at dawn and not even realize it. Rosto began to like this routine because it was simple and required no thinking on his part. Also, he got see Beka a bit more then average because they didn't eat breakfast until an hour after dawn.

49. Balance

She balanced him and he knew it. Her steady gaze and determination kept him from falling over the edge. The way she made sure he got everything done before or after the Court was one thing that balanced him. Her icy eyes glaring into his dark ones until she won made sure he never became too arrogant, and her fierce streaks all balanced him out and that was one quality he valued above the others. Balance.

50. Gaze

Just watching her was fine enough for him. He liked to watch her, whenever she did anything because the sturdiness in her was admirable. No matter what situation she was in, she looked like she was level headed even if inside she was screaming in panic. When she was relaxing, he liked the way the sharpness in her eyes faded just a tiny bit, giving him a welcome. When she was just waking and her eyes had no harsh biting looks, was the best though. The happiness he found in them was perfect. She was perfect.

And that's the ending. They are okay, I liked them but their defiantly not the best in the world /.