For Valentine's Day. Besides I thought Chris deserved some happiness. Of course he'll get more happiness, too. But this is more romantic. Enjoy
This world will never be what I expected.
It had taken Chris many years to realize that. Now he was just coming to terms with the fact that he was failing, and miserably. Wyatt was nowhere to be found, Leo was here in the past, and Wyatt was being his usual hissy self. After two days back in the real world, he'd come to a couple conclusions. One, he was afraid. Two, he was very afraid and three he wasn't ready to face the world. So what if he was scared?
To Chris, being afraid gets people killed. He couldn't risk that, not when he still had a mission to complete.
Two days, and he had yet to summon the courage to speak to the sisters... or Bianca. He didn't want to face the sisters or the Leo from this time, because as Wyatt had already told him they knew. They knew who he really was and that was what scared Chris the most. A certain part of him hoped that they would welcome him, and ask for forgiveness. But the pessimistic part told him they would reject him.
And Bianca- well he just didn't have the courage to face her. He was afraid he'd throw himself at her and never let her go. But he didn't want to seem weak in front of her. Not only because she was a Phoenix and practically fearless, but because he didn't want to disappoint her like he'd done with his family.
So here he was in the Underworld as usual and brooding. Spending an entire two days in the Underworld can do that to you. The only thing that was keeping him afloat was the few rumors he'd caught running around concerning Wyatt. He was confident that he would soon discover the truth on Wyatt's whereabouts, at least confident enough to roam the Underworld alone.
Chris snapped around surprised by the voice.
"Bianca." It wasn't a question.
And there she was, staring at him like he was a sick puppy.
"Bianca, I can explain!" he cried out helplessly as he watched her face contort in unhappiness.
"You don't have to," she whispered quietly as if the words hurt too much to utter any louder. That was the only truth. It hurt her to think Chris hated her.
She chuckled darkly. "I understand that you don't trust me. After all I'm hardly a saint worthy of your devotion. I betrayed you, I hurt you and I understand you're weary of me. I would be, too." She didn't try to beg for forgiveness, because she was too proud. And she didn't want to hear him say he didn't forgive her because that would hurt more than anything.
Chris shook his head. He knew that part of what she said was true, but above that he hadn't wanted to hurt her. He was being any idiot and he knew that.
"That's in the past, Bianca," he mumbled, looking anywhere but at her. He was too ashamed of himself and his weakness.
She snorted and even then she sounded dignified. But then she looked away.
"What if I told you I was afraid of disappointing you? I've disappointed everyone else and I didn't want to see you be another," he cried out.
Bianca turned to face him once more. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears. "You're an idiot," she whispered chuckling. Then she moved forward and embraced him. "But I still love you. And yet you still love me."
Chris let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "God, this is such a dysfunctional relationship!"
Bianca laughed with him. "You're right about that. But hey I wouldn't have it any other way," she murmured against his neck. She pulled away slightly, staring at him with ardor. Two whole weeks without the person you loved could do that to you.
"I know I'm not good at baring my emotions. I know I don't tell you that I love you enough. But I do. I love you. I love you! And I've missed you so much these past few weeks. I was so terrified. I didn't want to think that you were truly gone. I hope you can understand."
Chris smiled back. "I do." Then he leaned in for a kiss. Their bodies automatically moved closer and their hands closed around the others'. A soft sigh escaped their lips as they moved gently to the rhythm of their love.
Their lips met and danced to the pace of their hearts.
"Chris," murmured Bianca, trying to disentangle herself from Chris.
Chris groaned in disapproval. "No..."
"Come on, we have to get out of here, unless you like the idea of some demon stumbling onto us," she explained. As much as she loathed the idea of separating herself from Chris, she knew it wasn't a good idea to make out in the underworld, and Chris being Chris wouldn't think about that. So she had to. She was after all the brains.
But in the end, Chris pulled away and nodded. "Lead the way, princess," he said teasingly. He shoved everything else to the back of his mind. He was going to be selfish for once and give into this.
Bianca could only nod. She was more touched by his word than annoyed. It had been too long.