AN: Teeny epilogue because the fluff was necessary with the cheese.
ETA: And also because, as someone pointed out, nothing was ever settled about that present with no tag! All questions are answered herein. :)
The End - Merry Christmas, everyone!
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Scene VI: Epilogue.
Some time later...much later, in fact.
Beth is sprawled on the edge of her bed. Mick is lying full-length beside her and stroking her back.
Mick: Beth?
Beth [blissfully]: Hmm...?
Mick: I know you just broke up with Josh, but... Do you need some more time? Are you sure you're not rushing into this?
There is complete silence.
Beth punches Mick's arm.
Mick: Hey!
Beth]: That's for being so damn dense!
Mick [quietly]: Beth.
Punch!
Beth: That's for leading me on and making me miserable!
Mick: Baby...
Punch!
Beth: THAT'S for leaving me at the party!
Mick grabs Beth's arm as she swings again and uses her momentum to pull her on top of him.
Mick[whispering]: I can think of so many better uses for all that energy...
Beth squeaks as he slides his hands under her shirt.
PUNCH!
Mick: Ouch!
Beth [smugly]: And that's for annoying everyone with your woe-is-me kick.
Mick spins so Beth is lying flat on her back, underneath him. One hand holds her arms above her head.
Mick: Oh, I like this position!
He leans down and kisses her ruthlessly.
Mick breaks the kiss first.
Mick [panting slightly]: That's for coming into my life and turning everything topsy-turvy.
Beth giggles.
Beth [breathlessly]: I don't think anyone's used that word since 1960!
Mick raises one eyebrow and kisses her again.
Mick: That's for the several heart-attacks you'd have caused by now, if I were mortal!
Beth opens her mouth to speak and he kisses her a third time.
A little while later...
Mick [breathing heavily]: And that's for being so damned pushy!
Beth raises an eyebrow, copying him perfectly.
Beth [smugly]: I told you you'd get used to it.
Mick groans and drops his head.
Mick: Of course you did.
Mick releases her hands.
Mick: Well, little Miss Pushy, did you like your present?
Beth [slowly]: Present?
Mick: Soft package, chubby blonde angels on the wrapping paper. [raises eyebrows] Kinda reminded me of you.
Beth [furiously]: Chubby?
Smack!
Mick laughs out loud, pinning her underneath him again.
Mick [softly]: Merry Christmas, Beth.
Beth [lovingly]: You know, I punched you and you kissed me. Which of us is gonna be wearing the pants in the relationship, hmm?
Mick [growls]: With what I have in mind - neither, Angel, neither!