A/N: Think of these like snapshots, little moments in time. Just little balls of fluff, really. They are in no particular order, some happened weeks later and some were years away. Just a little gift to all of you, from me to you with lots of love 3

Heads up: mild suggestiveness and mentions of sex (nothing graphic or scary!).

Tamora never did unpack all the boxes in her apartment. They were, however, finally unpacked in Felix's.

Felix always kept a book on the nightstand so that when Calhoun woke with a gasp beside him, he could lull her back to sleep with his soothing voice.

As Felix walked by, Tamora looked up from her book and swatted him playfully on the behind. He whirled around, blushing already.

"Ta-mo-ra!" he said in a somewhat stern tone, hands covering his bottom.

She raised one eyebrow and gave him a sly smile. Felix couldn't help it, his stern expression faltered and he grinned back at her.

"Better start running soldier." She said, giving him a predatory look before bounding off the couch after him.

She chased him into the bedroom and tackled him onto the bed, where their wrestling and laughter quickly dissolved into heated kisses.

Tamora regained a passion for cooking and they were often found in the kitchen side by side, making dinner and talking about their day.

She became quite good at repairing cars and before long people were calling them 'Mr. and Mrs. Fix-it', even before they were married.

Tamora set the box down to see him struggling to reach the top of the tree, gold star in hand.

"Need some help there Short Stack?" she asked with a little grin.

"I just can't quite reach…' he said, stretching with all this might to put the star on.

She grabbed him about the waist and lifted him up a few inches, just enough to get the decoration on.

"Thank you Tammy!" he replied once she'd set him down, giving her a soft kiss.

Her smile was soft and she ruffled his hair a little.

"Merry Christmas Fix-it."

They often slept so closely together, legs and arms tangled and wound around each other, that the other side of the bed seemed useless.

Tamora kept every note she ever got from him in a little box hidden on her side of the closet. She never told him, thinking it was too sentimental. One day while stealing one of his sweaters she found Felix's box of notes from her.

His kisses never stopped making her shiver.

The first time they made love, Felix was so shy and gentle, his eyes never left Tamora's. He held her like she was so fragile that the slightest breeze might break her, a blush burning hot in his cheeks. She'd never been held that way in all her life. His sweetness made her heart burst open and overflow with love. Later, she curled up safe and content in his arms listening to the sound of his heart.

Calhoun would snore whenever she was too tired, Felix never told her about it; he always thought it was cute. A little loud maybe, but still cute.

When they were dating, Felix would occasionally come home to find Calhoun on his couch reading or napping and he was never so happy he left his door unlocked. Once early in their relationship he even found her curled up in his bed, hair still wet from the shower, sleeping peacefully. In the morning he brought her a plate heaping with waffles as she was still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Tamora good-naturedly scolded him for sleeping on the couch and not joining her, Felix couldn't help the blush that rose up in his cheeks at the thought.

Over the years Tamora picked up a lot of Felix's gestures and sayings, he fell over laughing the first time she said "Jiminy jaminy!" instead of a curse word.

Whenever they fought it never lasted for long, both would apologize regardless of who started it. Tamora was never able to stay mad at him anyway, not with those great big puppy dog eyes.

Sometimes she would wear one of his work shirts to bed, half buttoned with nothing underneath. The sight of her like that undid him completely.

On more than one occasion Felix had caught Tamora cuddling Q-bert and baby talking to him.

When they first started dating he gave her books like other men gave flowers. They read endlessly together.

Felix was the only person that knew Tamora was ticklish. He'd never tell but that didn't mean he wouldn't use it to his advantage. Sometimes he'd tickle her till she was laughing so hard tears were rolling down her cheeks. He loved to hear her laugh like that.

If she hugged him tight enough, he'd let out a little squeak. It always made her roar with laughter.

Whenever she was sick, Felix would make a huge fuss over her. Tamora would always protest but secretly she liked the attention.

Before they met, Tamora may have purposely broken something just once so Felix would come over and leave her a note. That was one secret she would never share with him, she thought it made her look childish. His secret was that he knew she'd done it; it had made him smile to know she wanted him there, even if she couldn't come out and say it yet.

She often fell asleep on the couch late at night while reading or watching TV. Felix would carry her to bed; even though she had a few inches on him the handyman always managed it easily.

When he finally saw her coming down the aisle the whole world melted away. She looked so beautiful in that dress, the bouquet of yellow roses and calla lilies held close to her chest. He felt absolutely speechless and so full of love for her. Their eyes met and suddenly it was that moment in the hallway all over again, seeing each other for the first time.

More often than not, when he came home in the middle of the night from an emergency repair, Tamora would be waiting up to make love to him.

Tamora finished cleaning up the living room, humming along to the music they'd put on. She was just about to move on to the kitchen when Felix swept her up in his arms, dust rag still hanging out of his pocket, and began dancing with her. He swept her effortlessly through the rooms of their new house, grinning at her all the way. She couldn't help but smile back; it was moments like these that she cherished the most.

Felix was settled on the couch with Q-bert on his lap, reading. Tamora came by, grabbing his hat and placing it on her head as she continued on to the kitchen. He looked up from the book to watch her walk away, the hat resting at a jaunty angle on her head. It was one of her many ways of saying 'I love you'.