He knew he was just set up-he was a super genius, after all-but that wasn't the reason why Wile stopped. It was something else that prevented him from kissing his potential lover.

Something far more serious.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.

His aggravated look melted into a sad one as he released his grip on the bird and turned away. She looked on with a concerned look, tilting her head a little in confusion. "Are you alright?"

"No," He replied, leaning against the door with one paw over his head and the other flush to the door. He looked like he had a headache.

It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.

She stood up on her talons, head up to his shoulders, and leaned her head into his. "Sorry if I came a little strong." Despite being shorter than him-her head came up to his chest-she had a tendency to startle him easily.

"It's not you." He looked away, trying not to look in her eyes. She brought her head around the other way and faced him again. "Well, what is it?"

"…" Wile didn't answer; he walked away from the door and sat on the corner of his dilapidated bed. Seeing his performance only made the Roadrunner that more determined to get to the root of the problem.

Sighing a little, she sat next to him on the bed, resting her head on his shoulder. They sat in silence for a few minutes, unsure of what fate had in store next. Blankly starting at the moon out the window, Wile finally broke the silence.

I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.

"We're different."

Still with her head resting on his shoulders, she grew a displeased look, thinking that what he just said was probably bullshit. "You sure it's not that 'survival of the fittest' thing?" She scoffed. Now it was his turn to become annoyed. "No!" He replied, pulling his shoulder away from the bird. Her baby-blues seemed to cut deep into his soul. He felt her staring and, after a brief pause, he muttered meekly, "Yes."

This made her more frustrated. "Well, which is it?"

"It's both, OK?!" His sudden outburst startled the bird, eliciting a surprised gasp from her.

And I never dreamed that I knew somebody like you.

He sighed as he hung his head low, afraid to even look at her face now. "I wanted to hold you and kiss you right then and there, but I knew I couldn't." Before she could ask, he answered her question. "We're too different."

No, I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)

He lifted his head up and gazed at the moon. "I'm a coyote with a triple-digit IQ and you're a bird with speed that could make a NASCAR fan jealous. I'm a predator; you're prey. I'm well-grounded to reality and you're…" His brown eyes started to well up with tears. "You're a free spirit."

No, I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)

He switched his gaze to the ground, daring not to look in her eyes again. "It wouldn't work out. We can never act on our feelings for each other because we're incompatible." He closed his eyes tightly. "It wouldn't work at all."

With you. With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)

The bird was taken aback at his speech; never had she seen him serious before. It pained her to see him this upset, considering it was the first time they admitted these feelings existed to each other. She felt a lump forming in her throat.

"And even if it did," the coyote continued, looking in her eyes dead-on, "what about our friends? What would they say about us? At best, they'd tease us; at worst, they'd disown us. Our fans would stop liking us, we wouldn't work as we usually do, and in the end, we'd have to break it off just to save face."

"Wile…" She practically whispered his name.

The visibly upset coyote looked away again. "But the damage would be done. We'd have to quit because we wouldn't stand seeing each other, knowing how we feel but we can't do a damn thing about it." His stinging eyes clenched tight as the tears started to fall from his cheeks. "And I don't want that!"

He quickly bowed his head and sobbed quietly, letting loose the emotion he fought hard to hold back. The Roadrunner helplessly looked on; she didn't think that his true feelings for her would trouble him this much.

What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.

What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.

She scooted closer to him and wrapped a wing around his back in an attempt to comfort him. "I wouldn't like that either," she said gently, "but that's a risk we have to take. You should know about this; you're the biggest risk-taker of them all."

He brought his head up as he heard this. "Yeah, but I lose almost every time."

She quickly dismisses the statement. "That's beside the point. Why not risk acting on our feelings? Sure, we're as different as night and day, but we do have something in common: we need each other to co-exist; whether you treat it as a blessing or curse is up to you, but…" She looked into his eyes. "I see it as a blessing."

What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.

What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you...

The coyote felt each of her words tug on his heartstrings as she continued. "Sure, all your risks end in failure and I always come out on top; that's our lot in life. But it doesn't always have to be bad and what we're experiencing proves it. We've known each other since we were rough sketches and these feelings didn't just 'pop-up' out of nowhere. We've had them from the get-go."

At this point, she reached out with her wing and placed it underneath his paw. She weaved her fingers in-between his and gently squeezed it. He gasped a little and blushed, feeling like she took hold of his very soul instead. He looked back at the bird and saw that she was mirroring his blush.

"We just didn't know what they meant until now." He felt his heart beat a little faster as he tenderly tightened his grip on her wing; he knew what she was about to say next, what he had unknowingly wanted her to say for years. "…I…" Her blush intensified as she looked into his eyes again.

"…I love you, Wile."

...And, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)

It was his turn to be taken aback. He never imagined that someone would actually say that to him, let alone her. He wanted to say it back, but he was too speechless-his mouth literally hit the floor-to say it.

No, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)

With you.

"It might take some getting used to," she continued, "and it might go down like you said, but, goddamn it, I'd rather take a risk and lose than not take a risk at all!" He soaked in every word the bird said to him; it was pure poetry to him, albeit intense. Still, he seemed a bit guilty about playing the pessimist.

"But, our friends--"

"To hell with them!" She cut him off immediately; his eyes went wide. Not only was she persuasive, but bold too. "If they don't respect us for who we are, then they're not really our friends. Besides, what they don't know won't hurt them, or us."

Wile, releasing her wing, looked away and stared at the wall. He didn't think about that. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, she had all the bases covered. Keep our emotions hidden to everyone else except us. Brilliant! He smirked to himself. Looks like my genius is rubbing off on her.

His face suddenly contorted in horror. Oh no! What if they find out our secret? We can't keep it forever! What will happen to us then? What will we d--?

He felt her wing bringing his head around to face hers. She leisurely opened her baby-blues to him. The moonlight seemed to make her half-lidded eyes sparkle. All his thoughts and fears left him as a loving smile crossed his face; for the first time in his life, he felt happy.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.

It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.

"You do know I have a name, right?" She said alluringly to him. The question caught him by surprise. I didn't think she had a name. He thought. His voice began to quaver a little. "I, uh …I-I've been a little…" He gulped hard. "…curious." He had every right to be nervous. This was the first time he's been this close to the bird without a knife, fork and napkin. He did his best to keep his primal instincts under control, blushing profusely.

She giggled at his nervousness and blushed a little as well. She brought his head down to her height and gently whispered her name in his ear. He barely heard it through the light breathing that tickled his eardrum.

He then felt her head lean into his and began stroking his cheek with hers. She closed her eyes and wrapped her wings around his skinny waist, never wanting to let go, not even for a second. The coyote mimicked his avian lover, wrapping his strong arms around her tiny body.

I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.

Time seemed to stand still for them; seconds, minutes and hours had no meaning. Whether it was raining or snowing outside, day or night, hot or cold, they didn't know nor did they care. They felt nothing but each other's warmth and only heard the sound of their beating hearts.

They found themselves staring into each others eyes again. Baby blues met brown; he felt his heart beginning to melt in her sight. They slowly drew closer to each other until their faces were almost an inch apart; they knew what they wanted, but he was still holding back, almost afraid of what was about to happen. She modestly smiled at him as she rubbed his muzzle with her wing, as if telling him, It's OK. I'm here with you now.

And I never dreamed that I'd loose somebody like you no,

He couldn't fight the urge any longer.

They closed their eyes & kissed each other deeply.

No, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)

No, I want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)

With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)

With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)

He reached out and brought her small head closer to his as she wrapped her wings around his neck. No turning back now; they knew they were falling in deep and they were loving every minute of it.

No, I... (This world is only gonna break your heart)

(This world is only gonna break your heart)

They both wished this moment would've lasted forever. But they had to face facts; sooner or later, they'd had to let each other go to keep up appearances. As far as everybody else was concerned, Wile was still struggling to catch the Roadrunner. But, they'll never know that he really did catch her,…

…and, in turn, caught something more.

Nobody loves no one.


OK, now for the disclaimer:

I don't own Wile E. Coyote and Roadrunner, though I wish I could. They're the property of Warner Brothers.

I also don't own "Wicked Games;" That's Chris Issak's. I added the lyrics in the last chapter because it fit the scene (sort of.)

Read and review. To the flamers, know this: I'm wearing flame-resistant clothing, so I'll be expecting it. ;)