Authors Note:
This story takes place between Rise of Nine and Fall of Five. Nine and Six were separated from the garde and this is how they get back together. I might continue on after that depending on how you all enjoy my story. Please review and tell me what you thought, good or bad. Enough of this. enjoy the story.
Six's Pov:
I hear him murmuring something in his sleep again.
"no...please...don't." His eyebrows scrunch and his hand reaches out for someone that isn't there anymore. I pull it to my lips. He relaxes again. "Wake up, Nine." I mumble across his knuckles. "Nine."
He straightens almost immediately. "Six?"
"Yeah, I'm here. It's time to go. Come on." I let go of his hand and toss him his jacket.
As I move to get up, he catches my hand again. I let him drag me into his lap. "It can wait."
"N-" He presses up against me and puts his lips to my neck. The words die in my throat. His black hair brushes my throat when he reaches my collarbone. He sucks harder. I struggle to keep my breathing steady. We have to keep moving. "Nine, we have to-" His tongue darts out of his stupid (beautiful) mouth and runs itself in the hollow of my neck. I let out a small moan. He stops suddenly. I can feel his grin. He stays still, blowing cool air where his tongue had been. It sends shivers through me. My eyes flutter closed. I give up. Then, the closeness is gone. I open my eyes. He pulled away.
"You're right," he says, laughter in his eyes "we should really get going." He cast me a teasing look and moves to stand. My face feels hot, but at the moment, I didn't care. I grab his collar and drag him down, pressing my lips to his. I can feel a smug smile on his lips. I can feel one on mine too.
Nothing is like kissing Nine.
Nine's Pov:
Six. I've kissed a lot of girls before. And trust me, there were a lot of fun times. But kissing Six made everything okay again. The days were bright, the nights were filled with stars and reality didn't matter. All that mattered was Six. And she was in my arms.
I pin her to the wall. Her hands slide down from my collar to my chest. She's smiling. She rarely starts kisses.I liked that about her. Six would never say so, but she's shy. I can feel her hot blush and tentative hands. I love that blush. She melts into me slowly. I move against her lips, slipping my hands around her waist. She gasps as I trail my hands beneath her shirt, tracing light circles. She has back dimples. Suddenly, she slips her tongue into my mouth. I let out a moan as she somehow got her hands under my shirts. Those hands traced every muscle lightly. I groan in frustration, pressing into her mote. Then, she distracts me again by massaging her tongue against mine."Dammit it Six," I gran. My body is on fire.
I feel my head hit the wall and her warmth is gone. She moves too fast for me to catch her arm. The next thing I see is her ponytail swinging back and forth.
"We really should be going." There is a smirk in her voice.
I let out a breath, trying to calm myself down. "let's do that every time we have to get going."
She only replies with a laugh, echoing throughout the warehouse.