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If Bill ever suspected that Fagin had something to do with him and Nance, he'd have been split in two. On the one hand, he would've wanted to run away from the whole thing, spurn Nancy or do whatever he had to in order to keep from the old man's grasp. He didn't want any part of those machinations (never mind that he himself had long been a part of them, though he'd never recognized it, never could see it that way).

On the other hand, she was Nancy. And he can hardly think of a time when just a glance from her hadn't meant something. Can hardly remember what it was like when she wasn't around, and as soon as she'd gotten old enough to catch his attention, well. She was different from anyone he'd met, always surprised him in ways no one could, and always, always made him feel welcome. Made him feel more like himself.

As she does now. Her forehead against his is more reality than he'd had all those years she was gone. Brings him back to the man he is, close to the man he can be, sometimes, with her. (He doesn't think about the difference, doesn't recognize it, and doesn't realize his anger's further away when she's so near; he only knows he feels more steady with her. Centered.) His own hand is at her waist, and right now he feels he could sit like this forever, her hands on him, just the two of them, and never mind all those wretched dreams.

"I know it. I know it. All these years... You're the one thing I've got. The only thing that matters."

She loved him. She loved him so much, and she would scream it from the rooftops if she saw the benefit of it (there was no benefit). Bill had saved her, he protected her. He was handsome, and when he looked at her- when he touched her- was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She loved how he'd pull her over to sit on his lap, how he'd let her hold him close when she saw he needed it. The way he said her name.

"It's you and me," she tells him, "Bill Sikes and his girl Nancy. Always has been, always will be. The Devil himself can't keep us apart." She kisses him again. "It was all a bad dream."

Not... Not what had happened that night so long ago. That she knew was real, had happened. But they were here together again, they'd paid their dues. He wouldn't- he wouldn't lose control like that again. He couldn't.

“And God knows the Devil’s tried.” Meaning Fagin, of course, but there's a twinge at the back of his mind that says there was another devil involved, the devil that almost did the real work of it, though he refuses to listen to that thought refuses to give it any heed or credit because it's nothing, it's nothing, it's in the past. It's... What's done is done, and it can't ever happen again. Won't happen. Nothing on this sad excuse for an earth could prompt him into causing her pain. Certainly, nothing could make him go so far as… It isn't worth thinking.

That night’ll never be repeated, that’s what matters.

He draws her body to his, willing his head to stop churning, focusing instead on her warmth, how right she feels up next to him, how strange it is to find so much comfort in being close to someone. How he can feel the beat of her heart against his own, how her skin is softer to the touch than anything, how at times like this she makes him forget the weary old world. And those scars... Though he doesn't like the flash of memory they carry, she looks none the worse for them, wears them well and glows in spite of everything. She is - right now, she certainly seems to be - the only thing he needs in life.

"Christ, I love you."

This time, when Nancy laughs, it's a giggle. It's in her toes, the tip of her nose. He kept saying those words! Bill kept repeating himself, telling her over and over again he loved her- this was three times now, if she wasn't mistaken. Three times more than she'd ever heard from him. It only took death to bring the words out of him, but they'd come out.

It was worth it.

She leans in, kissing him deeply. Her eyes are shut, and she puts her everything into the kiss. All the love she's had for him these five past years, all of it. "I love you too, Bill Sikes. My Bill- and I'm all yours."

The giggle gets him smiling, a remarkably genuine warmth from Bill Sikes. He likes to hear her like that (or he likes it right now, while the moment suits his fancy), free from care or strain. Likes to know he can give her those moments. And it makes him feel even more how good their life together is, how much it's a world of its own, untouchable by all else.

(Broken only from within, but that's a thought at the far back of his mind, and not one he's going to touch.)

Then that kiss. He likes that kiss as well, missed this closeness that pressure from her and how had he managed to go being separated for so long? Must've been hell. Was hell. "My faithful girl." She gets another kiss in return, and this time there's more pressure, while his hand goes to the back of her head, strokes her hair. "Anyone tries to take you away, I'll see they don't walk another ten steps in this life."

Words like this, gruff and violent, were words of love from Bill Sikes. Just as he'd kissed her with his knuckles or the back of a hand time and time again. They meant every bit to her as much as his proclamations of love. People didn't understand them, how she knew that's how he said he loved her. But that was because they didn't know Bill like she did. Never even bothered to take the time to really get to know him.

But not Nancy. Nancy knew him.

And faithful- there's a word she'd thought he'd never use again to describe her. But she was loyal. She was Bill's until the end and then back again. She hadn't had to think twice about returning to him, when she saw him that rainy day. She nuzzles against his neck. "You can expect the same from me- I'd do anything it'd take to stay with you."

Minutes ago, she had been crying, terrified of him. But now he was soft and lovely again, as he always was. Nancy parted her lips against his in her next kiss. Slowly, she starts to unfold herself from Bill, if only so they can transition into a more comfortable position on the bed, face to face.

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nancy gets all the love yous tonight

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oh nancy

oh my god