A/N: Why hello there, BWRgles!

I suppose it has been quite a while since chapter 4, but, you know… I was sort of in a musical so yeah

Also I had to rewrite this chapter like 80957+ times before it was even remotely good.

Shoutout to Wiznerd the Eagle for proofreading it every time I rewrote it… even though she doesn't ship Bicely and has never even seen Guys and Dolls…

But yeah, everything comes to a close in this chapter, hence the name. Everything is happy.

Thank you to all who have read this fic; thank you for supporting me as I try to write angst.

Although this might not be the last you see of this AU… I have a sequel planned… :)

Ooh and I just HAD to drop an obscure Oliver! reference in here…

Chip-chip-cheerio!

~BaconWrappedRainbows

(Milk Woman)


Nicely gaped at the other man, unsure that he had heard correctly.

"You can talk now, you know…" Benny offered.

Nicely swallowed. "Uh… I don't know what to say..."

"You don't believe I love you, don't you?"

The shapeshifter looked away.

Southstreet sighed, nervously rubbing his face with his hands. "You're right, Why should you? I've never shown you any kind of indication, or anything, that I love you, not until I kissed you earlier."

"Benny," Johnson started quietly. "I want to believe you; that you feel the same way about me as I do you; but I can't. Not after everything that you said to me, and everything that you've done. I don't know what's true and what you made up to make me stay with you."

Benny looked hurt. "I didn't make anything up, Nicely. It's all true."

The younger man paused, as if considering what he said. He finally met Southstreet's eyes. "You need to understand something. Before you try to go any further with... whatever this is. I know you've dated and dumped lots of dolls in the past, and you seem to think you can do the same with me. But you can't. This is different. If you were to mate with me, you'd be stuck with me forever. Until the end of all life on Earth. With a mental bond that can't be broken. You can't fake it. And you can't pretend to love me for long enough to mate with me, and then, once it's done, leave me or go back to just being friends or whatever you want. That ain't how it works. You'd be with me forever, as an immortal shapeshifter, just like me. The only way to get out of being my mate would be to kill yourself, like I did last week. Do you get how serious this is, Benny?"

"Yes, I get it. I get it, and I'd be happy to spend the rest of my life – or the rest of eternity, as it is – with you. Please, Nicely... Believe me? It's better that way, for both of us."

Nicely bit his lower lip thoughtfully. "Benny, I love you. Very much."

The other man stayed quiet, anticipating something more.

Nicely sighed heavily, looking away again. "I don't know what I expected when I came back here to talk to you. I guess I just wanted an apology from you. I guess I wanted you to tell me that you were lying to me and that you don't feel anything for me. Closure, that's what I wanted. I needed this to be over. I needed to know I could die again."

"I brought you back, Nicely," Benny nearly whispered. "Isn't that supposed to be special?"

"Yes. It is. Usually, we can only be brought back by our mates, or potential ones who love us."

"See? I'm not lying!" the older gambler said.

Nicely chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully.

"Sweetheart... Can you... can you just try to believe me? Why would I lie to you like that? Do you really think I'd do that to you?"

The shapeshifter was silent for a moment, before he wordlessly pulled himself close to Benny, resting his head on the other's shoulder.

The human smiled and hugged Nicely tight. "Can I kiss you again?"

Nicely didn't respond verbally, but Benny took the small nuzzle into his neck as a clear sign of affirmation. Southstreet turned his head to the side, his cheek brushing against his friend's as the smaller man pulled away. Benny closed the gap between them again, this time, tenderly pressing his lips against Johnson's, much more gentle than the last time. He left his tongue out of the matter, instead letting his lips sweetly caress the other man's. Nicely was obviously enjoying this, as Benny gathered from the way he was humming contentedly against the older man's lips and the way he was squirming around to get a better angle. Benny's arms seemed to wander up his companion's back of their own accord, fingertips massaging gentle circles all the way up to the nape of his neck. They embraced for what seemed like hours, neither of them wanting to be the first to pull away. Eventually, Benny settled for migrating his kisses from Nicely's mouth to his cheeks, down his neck. He then placed his head on the younger man's shoulder, feeling each of Nicely's ragged breaths in his ear.

"I love you," Benny said.

"I love you, too."

"Nicie, can you promise me something?"

"What?"

"That I can be your mate, and that you'll never leave me again."

"Yes, I promise."

"Thank you."

The two were still for a long time, perfectly content to sit in silence in each other's arms.

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Nicely drifted awake as the sun began to enter through the window. He slowly and silently turned onto his side to check on his mate. Benny was still asleep on the other end of the bed, and, as usual, he has slipped into his tiger form during the night. Nicely smiled, scooting closer to the new shapeshifter. He gently wrapped his arms around his lover, nuzzling into his soft chest fur. He breathed in Benny's familiar scent, almost falling asleep again when his mate began to shift in his arms.

Johnson pulled away slightly, looking up at the other man. "Good morning!" he said, his fingers climbing up the shapeshifter's back, starting to pet the top of his head.

"'Morning," Benny growled. To any human, he would have sounded like a tiger, but Nicely understood what he was saying. Southstreet looked down at himself, and, upon realizing his transformation, groaned and turned himself back into his human form. Nicely didn't show his disappointment in losing the fuzzy, warm tiger to cuddle up to.

"Did you sleep well?" Benny asked.

"I sure did," the younger giggled, "And I know you did too, 'cause you turned into a tiger!"

Benny frowned. "Shut up."

Nicely laughed again. "Hey, I know it's hard for you to control your transformations this soon after we've mated. It's okay–"

Nicely was cut off as Benny morphed back into a tiger, growling in disapproval.

The younger shapeshifter couldn't help but giggle. He ran his hands through the striped orange fur again, causing the other to sigh deeply.

"You'll get it eventually, Benny."

"But I like bein' a person."

"At least you ain't a seagull, like Nathan…"

Benny laughed at that. "Yeah, I suppose. But it's still annoying to randomly turn into a tiger."

"That's why we're gonna have to stay home for a while, -"

"- So I don't give myself away, I know."

"Sorry about that."

"Nah, it's okay. At least I'm at home with you."

Nicely laughed, leaning in to kiss his mate on the nose. "Hey, would it make you feel better if I was a cat?"

Benny's stomach dropped, suddenly remembering his partner's animal form. He hadn't seen Nicely as a cat since before he knew the animal was his roommate. "Yeah, I guess." Benny hoped he appeared more nonchalant about the matter than he actually was.

Johnson suddenly became a lot smaller and furrier between Benny's paws. "There," he mewed, squirming to get into a better position.

The older shapeshifter looked down at Nicely, refamiliarizing himself with the brown and white tabby that he now knew was his lover. The feline was nuzzling into Southstreet's warm fur, purring contentedly.

"Nice'," Benny started.

"Mm?"

"I'm happy with us."

"That's good."

"No, really. I'm glad that you made me realize that I love you, and I'm glad that we're done with… " Benny's voice trailed off; he wasn't really able to find adequate words to describe how awful the weeks before they got together were.

"Me too. But I'm still sorry about what I did… You know, sneakin' into the flat and whatever…"

"It's fine, Nicely, it really is."

"Really, really?"

"Uh, yeah!" Benny laughed.

"That's good."

The two cats somehow cuddled even closer together.

"Nice'?"

"Mm?"

"I love you."

"Love you too, Benny."