They knew each other better than most couples did, and it was something Nic treasured; they knew each other's strength and weaknesses, their fears, and their dreams. It seemed that they were rapidly reaching a point when the only thing they didn't know about each other is what the other looked like naked. She stroked his hand lightly with her thumb, gently caressing his skin, and she rewarded his earnest concern with a smile. "Yes, I do." She kissed him again, the kiss almost innocent in it's softness. "I think we're both ready." A slender hand released his to push her hair from her face, and she absently dusted a bit of dirt from the tight jeans she'd chosen for the evening. Pulling him closer with her other hand, she wrapped her arms around him, her head resting lightly on his shoulder. "Tony, I" she paused, trying to decide if he was ready to hear the word love coming from her lips.