Author's Notes: I apologize for the lateness of this. Um… belated Valentine's? Heh. Heh. I'm an idiot.
Disclaimer: Maximum Ride belongs to James Patterson.
x M i d n i g h t – S k y x: Goodness, our little chat in my fanfiction is taking up a lot of words. Oh well. I'll give you my messenger if you want it. I have MSN & Yahoo and shite. Just wanted to tell you. And if you do write a Figgy fanfic for me, I will love you forever.
I hope you recover from your terrible sickness, though. But I think maybe it's already over. It's been a month or something since we've last had this 'fanfic talk'. And this fic is a BELATED Valentine's fic. I'm such a loser.
And if JP were a boy/boy fan, I'd laugh. So hard. But I'd be happy, too. Little baby avian people sound cute.
Meh… I'm not good with sex scenes. But thank you.
Chance Devlin: It is? Thank you so much!
You just started with Maximum Ride? Wow… just like me. I've only read the first book, huhu. I'll be buying the rest soon. I love slash, that's why I got into Fang and Iggy. –sweatdrops- And smutty stuff? I thought I sucked at it.
OH CRAP, I'M SORRY FOR MAKING YOU CRY IN DISAPPOINTMENT. And I'm very, very flattered that you enjoyed this. This is one of the few sex scenes I'll ever write. Because I'm not very good at it.
Maximum Ride? I love puns. Go ahead and make as much as you want.
You're amazing, awesome and super for reviewing. All this positive feedback makes me glad.
psyco dancing fruit: I know, right?
Iggy has worked very hard for his Valentine's gift to Fang. He painted him something, purely out of touch – and he was very excited to give it to him. He had trembled, he can remember, when he entered into both their rooms and had sneaked over to Fang's bed. He had shook the figure, and had moved the blanket to see his face.
And then he had let out a small gasp when there was no Fang to behold.
He tried to find him, putting energy into his efforts and stumbling (which was indeed very rare due to his ability to find things through touch) out of haste. And he still didn't find him.
Iggy had retreated to their little 'home' with a sigh escaping his lips and dreams shattered. Fang had not been anywhere.
Several days later, and Fang was still nowhere to behold. It was raining, and the school were now alerted of his missing state due to him not appearing for tests one morning. Iggy has been sitting in the same place for the whole duration – waiting, silently, for the rain to end. For Fang to come back. His Fang; his lover.
Then Iggy heard knocking on the door, and he had run, hoping that this time it was Fang and not at all the school with their bloody interference with everything he did.
That voice – nice and smooth and oh so suave, made goosebumps appear on Iggy's delicate skin. The avian pursed his lips, and opened the door; and lo and behold, therein stood the avian he had awaited.
"Fang!" The smell of his love sent waves of nostalgia over him, that scent of wildness and mild sweat (and rain? He thought with a smile) that he was so used to. Iggy outstretched his arms, and Fang took him; kissing him and displaying in actions everything words could not express.
"I'm sorry for taking so long for your Valentine's gift, Iggy," Fang started, hand in his skin-tight jeans' pocket. Iggy blinked his unseeing eyes, and nodded. "But I got one for you. It took me this long to make it, but I got it just right."
Something cool and metallic was slid into Iggy's hands, and he could feel Fang smiling nervously. "Here."
Iggy ran his fingers along it, feeling the intricate design of a lighter. There were engravings, complicated circles and lines running along the (golden?) object.
Iggy frowned. "But it's raining."
"Just do it."
And Iggy stepped out into the rain, and gasped when the cold water fell upon him.
"Open the lighter."
"But the scho –"
"They wouldn't mind."
Iggy flicked it open, and Fang pressed his lips against Iggy's ear, smiling. "The inside says 'I love you'."
The blind one of the two flushed, and Fang assisted him in finally letting a flame appear.
Then there was a sudden flash of lightning, and for reasons unknown, the blind had seen for a split second what Fang was talking about.
In the air, read "I love Fang"; in wonderful, pure letters of inferno.
Author's Notes: Shameless fluff.