A/N: I am so sorry for the very long delay in getting this chapter out. I believe I've been suffering from the affliction known as 'writer's block', and also I've had some issues going on so I haven't really been able to concentrate on much these last weeks.

The name of this chapter refers to the actual song which the story is named after – well, technically, the story isn't named after the song so to speak. I just happened to name the story and then realise it was the same name as a certain popular song from a Monty Python film. I had to make a reference to the song somewhere, and so here is it...

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE: GOOD WORDS TO LIVE YOUR LIFE BY

Warren

I stood on my balcony, my penthouse balcony, and saw her lying in bed, my bed, our bed. The moon was shining through the window, past me and it created a beautiful illumination of her face and chest. I was beginning to question this again – would she argue with me due to the fact I'd got on a plane and come across the full width of the country just to see her on the weekend she was here? She was here to see Debbie, and I, yet again, was interfering. God, I just wanted to throw open the doors and run inside to her, but I was doubting my actions again. It had been at Kurt's persistence that I'd done this and come back to San Francisco.

I drew a breath deep from inside me and turned the doorknob of the balcony door, closing my eyes as it opened. My heart was pounding with so many emotions from anticipation straight through to nervousness.

"Come on, Worthington, you can do this. What the hell is she going to say to you? Surely she'll be happy to see you, and you're still standing out here like an ass contemplating what she's going to say and do. Just get your sorry ass in there now!"

That voice, which lived in my gut somewhere, controlling my instincts, had become louder in recent months. It had led me to do things I'd never have dreamed of. It had helped phenomenally well building a relationship with Amy, and then had allowed me to break free of my dad's verbal and emotional restraints. That voice had guided me down a path I'd never have imagined had existed, and I was starting to doubt it now?

"Just get in there!"

With one last hard swallow and sigh, I let myself slip inside the bedroom. I closed the door behind me, not wanting the cold to come in and affect Amy. Quickly, I sidled across the room, and kicked my shoes off under the bed. With a sly smile on my face which I could feel building and could no longer contain, I pulled the covers up and dived inside the warmth of the bed. That warmth spread through me like wildfire, and I immediately knew what it was; it wasn't physical warmth, it was from my desire to ne near her. The heat always exploded inside me when I was in close proximity, and so far it hadn't faulted.

Amy was now lying with her back to me so I crossed over the bed and curled my arm around her, pulling her ever so gently back against my chest. It was then that I took her hand, lacing my fingers between hers and I gave the back of her hand one delicate kiss.

Gradually she began to stir, moaning under her breath as she did. She turned over, her eyes fluttering open ever so slightly. "Warren," she whispered. Was she really awake? Then the next reaction from her told me that she in fact wasn't entirely awake upon that whisper. "Oh my God!" she called out. Her eyes snapping open fully.

"Thought I'd come and surprise you," I said softly as she twisted out of my arms.

"Bu...how did you get in?" she asked, still in shock.

"Balcony." This hadn't been the initial reaction I'd been expecting from Amy; maybe the shock was making her questioning. Or maybe it was because she'd been woken up and still wasn't quite fully aware of what was going on.

I couldn't hold back anymore and I moved in, taking her cheek in the palm of my hand and I kissed her. The kiss was slow at first and then became more heated. Amy seemed to be waking up now. When we'd had sex in the mornings, there always seemed to be more fire behind each action, and I was sincerely hoping that paired with the fact we hadn't seen one another in what seemed like forever, that tonight would hold something extremely special. Maybe upon waking up to the world, you're also waking up all the dormant desire in your gut and that is why it seems to come out so much more electrifying.

We carried on kissing, hard and fierce until gradually Amy slid her head away and looked up at me smiling. I'd never realised, but I was now lying over her as if shielding her and my body was a cocoon. "I know I always nag you to stay at the school and our agreement was Christmas, but I just can't help sinking into that feeling each and every time that this is what I want right now," Amy said softly.

"Then why keep fighting with me and disagreeing with it all? Just trust your instincts, follow what you want and don't keep questioning everything. I've done enough of that over the years to eventually find out that my instincts have never failed me, not once. You should start trusting yourself, Aim." As my words tumbled out of my mouth, Amy took my lips back against hers and this time we truly sank into one another and felt every single fibre of our beings light up. I completely lost all rationality and let my hands and lips do the work. My mind was only in tune with one thing and that was being with Amy and hopefully being inside her.

Her hands slid over my shoulders and I felt her fingers delve into the feathers on my wings. Oh God! In that instant I let out a stifled groan, and as all the feelings consumed me I felt my groin throbbing more and more, edging me closer to what I wanted.

Amongst groans, shivers and sweat, I made love to Amy that night. Again, my instincts were correct. The passion was mind numbing; she'd just woken up paired with the fact that we hadn't seen one another in a while now, and it tossed us both over the edge so rapidly and turbulently. When I was inside her, I somehow felt at home and felt that this was what I needed. I didn't need the school or the promises of the business that Dad kept showering me with, I just needed Amy and her love.

It never even occurred to me as I lay awake with Amy in my arms, chest still heaving up and down, that Debbie was fast asleep in the other room. Well, after the last hour, maybe not fast asleep. Amy looked up at me from her resting place against my chest and shoulder. "Do you still think the sex keeps getting better and better, Sweet?" she asked, adding a playful wink.

"I definitely think so," I replied, flashing her a grin. "I hope Debbie didn't hear us," I said again.

"Oh, she's okay. She's had way more experience than I have with the whole securing a man and sex thing so I suppose it wouldn't hurt her ears too much." With that Amy fell into a fit of giggles. I couldn't help but feel the inner peace, happiness and joy take me away, and I also fell into that fit along with her. "I love the idea of for once I'm getting some action and it's someone else who's jealous. I'm so evil saying that, aren't I?"

"Just a little, but I know what you mean. I used to be the same in high school – all the guys my age were dating, flirting and just generally having their flings, and I was on the outside looking in. I guess flings are okay, but when it comes down to it, everyone has the same basic need for a companion. It's just human nature."

"But considering our setbacks, Warren, we got there in the end," she said softly, and kissed me again.

I completely agreed with every single word that came out of her mouth. We'd both had setbacks in different ways – hers being the asshole ex, and mine being my insecurity and difference. It had made me realise that hope is always out there and it's mostly in the strangest of places. Dark times can seem to come into your life and leave a mark, a scar of sorts, but the brighter times help heal those wounds and a better mark is left, a change for the good. I'd be the first person to tell anyone that happiness does not always come with material value; happiness comes with the confidence to accept yourself and hold your head high to meet every day with a smile.

I fell asleep later on that night and after Amy's words of wanting to be together right now, I felt all uneasiness wash away from me and peace settle in place.

Amy

I woke the next morning to suddenly realise that Warren had come back, but he wasn't in the bed next to me. All the memories of last night came flooding back to me: the complete and utter bliss I felt to have him back next to me, the need and want to stay with him this time, and also (had to be mentioned) the amazing orgasm. My whole mind was a whirlwind yet again of incoherence and sheer excitement. How could I possibly leave or expect Warren to leave again? I knew from experience and instinct that I just wouldn't be able to watch it happen again. I couldn't.

In need of a drink, I literally hopped out of bed and made my way into the living room where I could hear voices and intermittent laughter. As I got into the living room, I saw two of the most important people in my life sat opposite one another enjoying a drink. "Morning, Aim," Warren said happily as he immediately caught sight of me lingering in the shadows of the connecting hallway. After he'd wished me a good morning he came toward me and placed one single kiss on my lips. "Want some breakfast?" he added, his eyes slowly sinking into mine. Just the look in his eyes made an uncontrollable heat spread down my body through my stomach.

"Erm, yeah, sounds nice. Does Debbie want anything?" I asked, looking behind Warren to Debbie who was taking a sip from her mug.

"I'm alright, thank you. Just need my early morning cigarette and I'm good to go. You know me." With that, she added a light chuckle and took her pack of Marlborough cigarettes from her bag.

Suddenly, after not even bothering to comprehend what was on the TV, I heard the unmistakable tune of 'Always Look on the Bright Side of Life' from the film The Life of Brian. "I can't believe you two have been watching this!" I exclaimed loudly, laughing. I watched for a minute or two as actor Eric Idle sang away. "Good words though, aren't they? Good word to live your life by," I said again. "Who's the Monty Python fan, then?"

"I like the films," Debbie said, pulling a cigarette from the white box. "I still think this one was the best they made. My mom and dad used to like a lot of British comedies, so I grew up on them."

The song carried on playing in the background as Debbie moved out to have her cigarette, and I couldn't help but smile. It had been years since I'd last heard this song, and I actually agreed with the words.

If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.

And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...

Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.

For the rest of the morning I kept the words stuck in my head.

Always look on the bright side of life...

What the hell was wrong with me? Even as I sat eating breakfast with Warren, the words still continued to chime around my head and would not leave me alone. Upbeat and happy tunes did tend to stay with me once I'd heard them once. I seemed to latch on to the strangest of songs sometimes. I remembered once when I went to work with the song "The Bad Touch" by The Bloodhound Gang stuck in my head. Good job I didn't accidentally sing it down the phone to people.

"You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel!"

After breakfast, me still hearing The Life of Brian tune in my head, we retired to the living room where I sat next to Warren and Debbie curled under a blanket in the armchair. Warren immediately pulled me into him and I placed my head against his shoulder. Every now and again if I moved I accidentally caught feathers which tickled my face, and made me move again. But I didn't care. In fact, I didn't have a single care in the world.

We watched a couple of films on the movie channels, but most of the time I began musing on where my life was going next. I couldn't face the heartache of walking away from Warren yet again; I needed some sort of stability and routine. My whole life these last three months had been a complete mix up with events and possibilities. The only thing which was constant in my life was the fact that I wanted to be with Warren – when that occurred for good I had no idea, and I didn't want to hold him at arm's length anymore. I wanted to take charge and just let him in completely. That small tad of insecurity on my part began to rear its ugly head once again, and make me wonder why I was worth any of this. This penthouse I was sitting in must have been in the region of at least a million dollars to buy. My boyfriend happened to be the one and only heir to a corporation that was on the same scale as worldwide multibillion dollar corporations such as Microsoft and Apple. Worthington Industries specialised in dozens of areas including architecture and pharmaceuticals. Was I truly confident enough to let my bad experiences and humble past go?

At around seven in the evening, Warren proposed going out to a local bar or club. I didn't care where we went, just as long as we were all together. I dived into the bedroom to see if I had anything near decent to wear while out.

"Please tell me you brought your red dress with you. You looked stunning in that," a male voice came from behind me. Then paired with that voice, arms came around my middle and pulled me back gently against a broad and very protective chest. Dear God! His voice and actions sent sheer electricity and pulsing heat ravaging through my body. "Then it'd give me a chance to help you take it off."

I laughed and let myself fall even further backwards. He had no idea how he made me feel inside and how much I loved him, with every single breath. I turned around in his arms and looked into those crystalline blue depths. "I've decided that I can't wait until Christmas, Warren. Whether it's here in America or home in England, I don't want to have to walk away from you again. I want to start building a life with you now," I said, the truth pouring out from inside me. There was no way I could keep myself away from him. "Will you let me stay with you wherever we decide to go?"

Warren's face exploded with a broad smile. "Do you even need an answer to that?"

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