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You and Me (Part Three)

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'Cause it's you and me
And all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't take my eyes off of you


He's staring again.

She hasn't noticed yet because she has her eyes closed, trying to catch some rest before they all come crashing in for dinner. Sometimes she has a sense about this and other times she misses it, or maybe she's too tired to respond.

"Do I have a twig in my hair?"

Or not.

"Sorry, was I staring?"

"You're always staring, Atton, whether at me, at the ship, the cards, into the distance. You were staring when I first met you."

He sighs reflectively. "Yeah."

An indignant pause. "You're picturing me in my underwear again, aren't you?"

"What? No, of course not!"

She makes a sound other women make when they see a mouse. "You're picturing me naked?"

"Well now I am." A shoe flies by his head and clangs harmlessly into the wall. He grins. "Your aim is always bad when you're angry." She glowers at him, which only makes him grin more. "Hey, don't blame me! I can hardly resist teasing you when it's so easy." Not to mention that when she frowns, it looks positively adorable.

"Try sometime," she says between her teeth, but he can tell she isn't really angry. In fact, she seems to be fighting off a laugh.

Of course, one of the few things harder than not teasing her is not getting her to laugh. "All right, I'll make myself a note - next time the exile sticks her foot in her mouth, try not teasing her."

"'The exile'?" She raises an eyebrow. "'The exile'? Seriously?"

He sits up straighter. "What, you're going to object to that nickname, too? You've shot down 'Master', 'beautiful', 'sweetheart', 'angel', 'hot stuff' ... "

"Alright, Rand, that's enough." Her voice is stern, so he relents - and is rewarded after a moment with a small, thoughtful smile. "Well, I suppose 'exile' is technically correct. Especially since I don't let anyone refer to me as a Jedi." After a pause, she adds, "Though you could try using my name."

"Where's the fun in that?"

She groans. "Atton ..."

"No, seriously. Anybody can call you by your name."

"You can't?"

He frowns. "I meant, I'm not just anybody."

Like always, she sees when she has hurt him - always unintentionally, almost never seriously - and she says immediately, "Oh, I see. No, of course you're not, but really, Atton, do you need to call me some sort of embarrassing nickname to prove that?"

"Well, I suppose I don't need to, but it sure would help."

She rolls her eyes. "Fine. Pick a nickname, within reason, and I promise not to object to it."

"You promise? Really?"

"Don't push it, Rand," she says warningly.

He smiles, and looks off thoughtfully, testing out a few names in his head. Something new, something he doesn't remember calling anyone else, something no one else has called her, a name that will be just theirs. "Princess," he says, after a long pause. "How's that?" He turns to look at her, and sees her duck her head as she blushes. "What? It fits."

"It's sweet of you to say so, Atton, but - "

"Do you object?"

She thinks a moment, then looks up and smiles at him; one of her smallest, most genuine ones. "No."

He grins back at her. "Okay then. Princess it is."
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