Okay everyone! Sorry about the lateness. To be honest, I should have posted this two weeks ago, but I totally forgot. Sorry!

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~Chapter 9~


Spitfire quietly closed the door behind him as he entered his house. He sighed silently as he shed the coat he always wore and tossed it to the side. It landed on the side table by the door, creating a soft thump, making Spitfire look over in its direction. He saw the bright glare of the neon green lights of the digital clock on the table. It was a little past two in the morning. Spitfire groaned mentally; Sarah would be mad. He hadn't called her to tell her that he was being dragged around town by his old AT team. He ran a hand through his wavy hair as he started to walk down the hall, giving a soft sigh as he went.

It wasn't that Sarah was being clingy and demanded to know where he was, it was just something he did to unconsciously reassure her. He had noticed that whenever he went out, especially at night, she would get this anxious look in her eyes. If he disappeared without telling her, she would usually blow up at him when he got back. But she didn't seem aware of it; in fact, it seemed more like a subconscious reaction. She never understood why she yelled at him and would usually apologize right after she did. Spitfire guessed it was part of the aftermath of his long hospitalization. Because of that, he tried to tell her whenever he went somewhere to try and ease her fear that he would disappear again.

He entered the living room, half expecting to see Sarah sitting on the couch glaring at him, arms crossed over her chest. Instead, he found her sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, fast asleep. Her head was on the table, cushioned by her arm resting under it. Her other hand rested limply on the keyboard of her laptop, which was on the table in front of her. It was in sleep mode, Spitfire noticed, when he saw the blinking yellow light, signaling that it was still on. She was in her night clothes which consisted of a red tank top and a pair of black boy shorts.

A soft smile graced Spitfire's lips as he silently walked over to her. He gently lifted Sarah's hand off the computer and woke it up. He saved whatever she was working on, a story or a poem of some sort he guessed, going by the title, which was The Phoenix Reborn from the Flame, and shut it down. He then carefully lifted her up, carrying her bridal style to their bedroom. Her head rested on his shoulder as she snuggled deeper into his hold. He saw a smile form on her lips and felt her fingers curl into his shirt.

Smiling himself, Spitfire gently lay her down in bed before changing and lying down next to her. He wrapped an arm around Sarah as she curled into his side, whispering his name into his chest. He smiled, giving her a quick, soft kiss on the forehead before surrendering himself to sleep.


I opened my eyes, and immediately shut them again. Why did the sun have to be so bright in the morning? I rolled over, pulling the covers tighter around me, and curled up into my pillow. It was about ten minutes later that I realized I was in bed and my pillow was moving. How the heck did I get in bed?

Again, I opened my eyes, only this time, I was met with Spitfire's sleeping form. My head was resting on his bare chest, his steady heart beat sounding in my ear. His arm was loosely wrapped around my waist. I turned my head to the side, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. It read ten in the morning.

Under normal circumstances, I would have freaked out. However, these weren't normal circumstances. For one thing, I didn't have any classes today, so I didn't have to get up early. The second thing was, now don't take this the wrong way; I was still in bed with Spitfire. He was usually an early riser, so I hardly get to wake up to him. I guessed he must have been out pretty late last night to still be sleeping; normally, he would be trying to wake me up right now.

I reached up and let my hand trace over his facial features, running my fingers down his neck and shoulder, and down the arm that was around my waist before trailing back up again. It soon became an unconscious motion, as I closed my eyes and lay there, taking in his scent, the steady pounding of his heart, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest every time he took a breath. I immersed myself in him, taking in all that I could. Suddenly, his breathing pattern changed, only ever so slightly, and I knew he was awake, though he gave no sign of opening his eyes.

My hand stopped at his neck, my thumb stroking his cheek. I propped myself up, using my other arm to support my weight. Slowly, I lowered myself down so that I was only a hairs width away from his mouth.

"I know you're awake." I whispered against his lips. I felt him smile as I closed the already small gap.

My world did a one-eighty, and I found myself under the ex-Flame King. He deepened the kiss, one hand on my hip trailing down to the bare skin of my thigh, the other arm supporting his weight so as to avoid hurting me. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers tangling themselves in his hair. Eventually, he pulled away.

I gave him a lazy smile. "G'morning." I said.

He stared down at me and licked his lips, looking thoughtful. "That's odd," he said, earning a questioning look from me, "I usually wake up first."

"Well maybe you just stayed out to late last night." I said matter-of-factly.

"About that…" Spitfire trailed off, suddenly looking guilty about something.

I immediately reached up and cupped his face in my hands, bringing his lips to mine. He wasn't prepared for the sudden kiss, but returned it none the less. This time I broke the kiss and he rested his forehead on mine, his crimson orbs searching my teal ones.

"It's fine, you came back." I whispered, my eyes half closed. "You promised you wouldn't disappear, so you won't." Spitfire stared at me for a while longer before smiling and claiming my lips again. I knew everything would be fine, after all Spitfire had never broken a promise to me. He couldn't, because we were bound to each other, bound by a bond sealed by fire. And if he is the fire, then I am the flame.

Well that's it. Thanks again to everyone who read my story! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.