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One day, Medusa (who has entirely forgotten about being told what Valentine's Day is, and that a Certain Someone Forgot) finally decides that Lucifer Needs To Get Out More, and goes to Milliways to kidnap him.

Sam is very much not adverse to this kidnapping, possibly because Medusa is wearing a very pretty bodice.

Beyond Milliways' front door is an open area as would grace any farm; chickens in their house, a couple of goats stoped from their quest to eat the vegatables by a cunning wall, a shed and the peach-coloured wall of Medusa's own garden. There is another low building, too low to be anything but built partly under ground.

It's late afternoon, and actually fairly cool - autumn does that, even in North Africa.

And while she would give him a grand tour of the outside, she does have things cooking in the kitchen, so she leads him down some steps and around the corner. The kitchen is a large cavern, doubling as their main living space, and it is back up against the bathhouse. No sense in wasting heat, after all.

There is a large table in the middle, a working table, and it's a working kitchen for three people who love food and eat a lot.

"Welcome to my home."

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Sam looks around himself curiously as they climb upwards, and when they reach the top he steps immediately towards the view.

"Wow," he says simply. "Very nice."

She grins at him.

"We fly in and out of here, mostly. It's easier. Also, prettier."

"Very pretty," Sam says, but he's looking at her.

Even with her naturally olive skin, her cheeks turn pink. He always manages to do this to her.

Always.

So he kisses her where she blushes, and does not smirk at all.

Honest.

"Oh...you."

"Me," Sam agrees, cheerfully unrepentent.

"I was showing you the view."

"And I'm looking at her!"

...What?

She raises her eyebrows at him.

Big wide innocent eyes.

"It's not my fault if you're distracting, Meda."

"Ah-huh."

He smiles at her sunnily.

"You're much prettier than the view, I can't help that."

"Yes, but you see me lots in the bar. That doesn't..." She gestures. "Decrease the notice?"

Immediately, "Nope!"

He's still outrageously smug at walking into Guppy's wedding with the most beautiful girl in the room on his arm.

Medusa facepalms.

Men!

It's a very expressive facepalm.

Sam laughs. "Yeah, but we're worth it, right?"

"Arrogant thing, aren't you?"

But she's having to bite back a grin as she says it.

He kisses her cheek again, laughing. "Just confident."

"You keep kissing me, I'm gonna take it as a suggestion."

"And oh, what a tragedy that would be."

Sam is straight-faced.

(:D?)

So, Medusa kisses him back, sweet and lingerly and leaving no doubt as to how she feels about suggestions.

Then she says,

"But not before dinner."

Sam smiles up at her when they break, slow and bright.

"Well," softly, "Energy is important."

"Yes. Um."

One red Gorgon.

"Also, Eno and Ali would kill me if I burnt things."

"That'd be bad," Sam agrees. "I much prefer you alive. Are they about, then?"