I was basically running.

Being in college, especially as a senior, made it hard to be with my famous boyfriend who was busy when I was free and free when I was busy.

I didn't help that I had a job and that my free time was consumed by that. I felt like I didn't have a boyfriend at all. But I did.

And I loved it.

I thought it over every day. It's what kept me smiling. What kept me happy and go lucky and upbeat. It's what kept me going. He's what kept me going.

I slipped into his apartment and ran around looking for him. I didn't have school today because of a needed teacher preparation day and I had a half shift today, early, when school should have started. I took that shift so that Thomas and I could have the whole day to ourselves.

Yeah. My famous boyfriend? Thomas Sangster. And man... I loved him. Sometimes I thought too much. But let's not think on that.

I didn't find him in the kitchen, living room, or out back. I checked the bedroom.

There he was. Laying down. Like a cute little 16-year-old. He seemed to have fallen asleep reading. A book was draped over his chest, face down, his hand laying over top it.

Stifling a laugh, I walked over to him and moved his hand gently away, taking the book and reading the cover.

Romeo and Juliet? Woah. That was my favorite Shakespeare play...

Now don't judge me. I was a drama geek, not a romance addict. I liked to act it out because it required so much emotion. My acting "school" put the the play on once every year so that I could be Juliet, since I missed out on so much with actual school and my job. I had the lines memorized by heart. In fact, the balcony scene was my favorite!

...Which is the page it was turned to.

Is this a coincidence or is this exactly what it looked like? Was he trying to memorize this scene?

I put the book down and silently crept back to him. I silently counted to three, letting my inner ten year old come out, and jumped on him when I thought "three."

"Ak!" He yelled. I rolled over on my back next to him, laughing my head off. I doubled over in the bed, rolling on my side so my back was to him. "What the bloody hell..." he cursed groggily, his voice strained with sleep and sexy as ever.

His surprise and sudden jerking movements as he looked around frantically, blinking hard and squinting, though, made me laugh harder. Everything seemed to click and he growled irritatedly and pulled me into him, biting playfully on my neck.

He knew I hated/loved that. I hated it because I had a history with bites on the neck and it wasn't pretty. Every boyfriend who was into love bites during sex or just in general had cheated on me. It was a specific pattern. He did it to prove a point, I guess. Yet, I still loved how it felt.

"Stop!" I barked. Then I wiggled because it tickled a little and felt good and I should be fighting it but I couldn't. Almost... didn't want to.

"Hm? That didn't sound very solid..." He blew on my neck and a shiver ran down my spine. "Love, you need to be more sure than that if you want me to stop."

Another shiver ran down my spine. His voice was husky and his accent made my body FEEL things. "What an extraordinarily sexy voice you have this fine evening," I purred flirtatiously.

He laughed shortly, teasingly. "I always have a sexy voice."

"Yes. But it's all husky and sleepy and...Sexier."

He laughed again, wrapping in hands around the front of my thighs and pulling me even closer so we were spooning. I took a sharp breath in and he chuckled against my neck. He kissed my neck a few time then left a wet kiss right above my sweet spot. "What a tease."

"Just for you," he said.

I chuckled. It wasn't fair, really, how easily he messed with me. Played around and pulled all the right strings and pushed every single correct buttons. It wasn't fair that he knew so much, when I was so nice. I had to be. All of the things I teased him about turned sexual and I didn't feel like doing anything right now. I wanted a sweet evening of romantic darkness with my often absent boyfriend. I needed something more innocent to-

A thought crossed my mind as I relaxed into him, trying not to smirk so that it wouldn't corrupt my tone and voice, or diction. "O Romeo Romeo. Where for art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if not, be but sworn by love, and I shall no longer be a Capulet!" I whispered carefully.

I felt him breath out deeply, like right before a rehearsal or right before a scene that he'd struggled with and was nervous about.

How adorable. He was nervous.

"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"

I smiled. "Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is not hand, nor foot. Not arm nor face or any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name. What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not called. Retain that dear perfection which he owns without that title. Romeo, duff thy name, and for that name, which is no part of thee, take all myself..." I made it a little too dramatic and I felt him try to concentrate and not laugh. His fingers absently drew patterns on my stomach, through my shirt, and I smiled silently.

"Take thee at thy word," he said firmly. "Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; henceforth I will never be Romeo."

"What man art thou that, thus be-screened in night, so stumblest on my counsel?" I asked, finally being more serious as I turned to face him, looking in his eyes. Our volume grew a little as we got more comfortable and into the scene.

"By a name I know how to tell thee who I am: my name dear Saint is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word..." He enunciated 'tear' in an almost snarl, making me feel the aggression and further delve into the scene.

"My ears have not drunk a hundred words of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound. Are thou not Romeo and a Montague?" I asked lightly.

"Neither, fair Saint, if either thee dislike."

"How cam'st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb and the place death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here."

"With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out. And want can do, that dares love attempt: therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me."

As he spoke, his eyes taking on a hidden passion, I felt something in my insides stir. This was honestly a MAJOR turn on. Whoops. "If they do see thee they will murder thee," I stated desperately, leaning into him with my body a bit, still holding myself back. What had I said? Innocent? Romantic? There were better things to do with one's time.

"Alack, there lies more peril... In thine eye than of their twenty swords." His tone dropped as he tried to recite lines he hadn't quite memorized yet and the spell was broken. But I didn't mind. It was magical and amazing while it lasted, and my body was still tingling. I wanted to be me and him to be him, not either of us to be some silly children clinging to a daydream. "Look thou but sweet and I am proof against their eternity."

I realized he didn't know too much father but I decided to tease him. "I would not for the world they see thee here." My hand moved to his side, my eyes traveling his face and neck,. lingering on his lips, my fingers tracing a pattern, ghosting his skin as my hand barely slipped under his shirt. Just enough to touch - not enough to be too suggestive.

Thomas' face screwed up and he paused. "I... Have... Night's cloak to hide me from their eyes. And but thou love me, let me find me here; my life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued, wanting of thy love." His eyes lifted away from me, grasping for concentration as I hardcore teased him.

"By whose direction found'st this place?" My voice was low and quiet and he swallowed hard.

"By love did first print me to inquire. He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot, yet, wert thou as far as that vast shore wash' with the furthest sea, I should adventure for such merchandise." He looked bad and a shock wave flew threw my body, tilting me off as I fell away from my silly teasing and slipped more into the passion of words he was saying again. To protect myself, guard myself, I focused on what the characters meant and felt here.

"Thou knowledge the mask of night in on my face," I said. We slipped into the scene again as his words got stronger. I knew why. It was leading to my favorite part. He'd memorized this part first. "Els would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek for thou which has thou heard me speak tonight. Fain would I dwell on form: fain, fain deny what I have spoke. But farewell compliment. Do thou love me? I know thou will say 'Ay' and I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear'st thou may prove false." I took a deep breath now and continued. This monologue was very long and I always lost my breath half through my lines. "At lover's prejuries, thy say, jove laughs. Oh gentle Romeo, if thou does love, pronounce it faithfully: or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be preserved, and say thee nay. So thou wilt too: but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; and thou must think my behavior light: but trust me gentlemen I'll prove true than thou that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, but that thou overheard'st, ere I was aware, my true love passion: therefore pardon me; and not impute this wielding to light love, which the dark night had so discovered."

He chuckled against my neck. He knew that part was the hardest for me but also knew I always got through it well. Once I'd taken the proper pause, he took off immediately.

"Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-"

"O swear not by the moon!" I interrupted. "The inconstant moon. That monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable!" I sighed, throwing the back of my wrist to my forehead. He chuckled again.

"What shall I swear by?" He whispered this, almost seductively. Woah. Now THAT was sexy. It was different than a silly attraction to his actin skills or the burning in my chest in those heated moments when he gave me that look that made me think the words he spoke were for me and me only. This was a burning in my very blood. A need and want woven into the very atoms and biological code that made up my being.

"Do... Do not swear at all," I stuttered, caught off guard by the time of his words. My mind reeled and I was so caught in here and now that I couldn't remember the characters we were supposed to be playing. I now had nothing to fall back on. The implied offer behind the words he spoke, the hints that he put there. "Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the God of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee."

"If my heart's dear love-"

I interrupted again. "Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy in this contract tonight: it is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; too like the Lightning, which doth cease to be ere one can say 'It lightens!' Sweet, good night. This bus of love, by summer's ripening breathe, may prove a beauteous flower next time we meet." I took another pause to suck in a deep breath and then release it, calming my heartbeat because of my quick words. "Good night good night! As sweet repose and rest. Come to thy heart as that within my breast."

"O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?" His hand slid down to rest between my thighs, running his fingers under my shorts and brushing the skin there. I jumped a little.

"What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?" I asked shakily.

"The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine." He kissed my neck again and my eyes fluttered closed. I fell silent and he breathed out through his nose, tickling my skin. "Hm?" He asked after a while.

I coughed. "Um, I have thee mine before thou didst request it. And yet, I would give it here again."

"Would thou withdraw it for thou purpose, Love?" That sounded more Thomas than Romeo. He was dropping character. But.. It couldn't say I minded or that I could blame him. He was focused on his hands, which wandered teasingly, making my breath catch.

"But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: my bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give thee, the more I have, for both are infinite." I paused, indicating the space where the nurse would call for me, trying to force a focus through the heavy distractions he was providing so willfully. So skillfully. "I hear some noise within, dear love, adieu! Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again."

And so the balcony scene ended.

He rolled over, onto his elbows, so that he was hovering over me. "I believe this is where we kiss, no?"

Breathless, I simply shook my head in response. "There is more, before the kiss. But that is the bulk of the scene..."

He sighed. "O blessed, blessed night. I am afeared. Being in night, all this but a dream, too flattering sweet to be substantial." I grinned.

"Three words dear Romeo, good night indeed!" I would have existed after my line then re entered after his more recent line. This lint took place when I reentered. I continued. "If thy bent love be honorable, thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, by that I'll procure to come to thee, where and what time that will perform the rite. And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, and follow thee my lord through the world." I paused, tilting my head, indicating the missing line from the nurse. Then I continued yet again. "I come, anon. --But if thou mean'st not well I beseech thee--"

A pause again for the nurse line.

"Can I just kiss you now?" Thomas asked, irritated.

I laughed. "Ah. Of course."

His lips met mine, hard. "Hm," I hummed, instead of chuckling. He pulled back. "Miss me?" I asked.

"More than Romeo could ever miss Juliet."

"Why's that?"

"Because they were never in love. They met for like two seconds. Plus he went there to propose to his cousin and was instead drawn to Juliet because of her beauty. It's bloody ridiculous."

I laughed. "It is. I hate their 'love.' Plus they're, what? 14 and 16? Talk about drama queen."

He looked at me. "They may not love each other... Not really. But I love you. With everything I am."

A grin too wide not to hurt rose to my face. "I love you too, Tommy." I kissed his nose. "With more than I ever will be."

"Poetry. Better even than Shakespeare." He sighed.

Another laugh escaped me. "Thank you."

"No problem."

Thomas kissed me again, this time leaning into it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into me. I ran my right hand up - leaving my left and on his neck - so that it ran into the short hairs in the back. I wrapped my fingers in the part where it became a little long and pulled, massaging his head.

He moaned.

His hand moved from at my shoulders down, shifting his weight to his knees and elbows. He was well strong to be successfully doing what he was. His fingers grazed the bottom of my shirt and slipped under, touching above my waistband. I smiled into the kiss and moved my hands to tug his shirt off. He sat up, giving up trying to keep kissing me while we did this. The second the shirt was gone though he continued kissing me, leaning back down.

My left hand moved to his back and my right hand to his chest and ab area, where his muscles flexed and rippled to pull off his little kiss-and-feel-around stunt.

I giggled lightly against his lips. "You need to chill."

"I have no chill." He tugged the bottom of my shirt, the kiss deepening, as he growled.

"Impatient much?"

"Shut up and have sex with me."

a stronger, deeper chuckle slipped past my lips and across his skin and into his mouth as I rose an eyebrow and he bit my bottom lip. "Oh really?" That gut feeling grew and I knew I needed him just as desperately, but was torn between continuing to tease him and giving the both of us what we so craved.

"YES. I miss you, damn it. It's been bloody forever since I've seen you. I miss you. I want you."

I pulled back, looking at him. "I miss you too."

He pulled my shirt off and then continued kissing my neck. I closed my eyes, tiling my head up. Finally. After weeks of being away from him, being pulled in a hundred different directions and cuddling pillows at night while he was everywhere but with me, he was here. With me.

That day we made up for the missing time, and more.