Pony: I adore Tamora Pierce and this is my second fic from her realm. I just read Terrier and fell in love with Rosto and Beka.
Poneh: DISCLAIMER: I am not Tamora Pierce, therefore I do not own anyone in this fic, not even some of the words.
Pony: Speaking of the words, I hope I didn't butcher it too badly. Please review, especially if you notice if I didn't use the right word.
Poneh: This will be a two-shot. No longer.
A Dog and a Rogue
I watched my room emptied as it always did at about that time of the morning. The food that hadn't been eaten by humans had been split by the cats and the pigeons. Ersken and Kora were the first to leave, followed by Tansy and Aniki. I was on my way to the door when Rosto appeared by my side.
I was ready when he reached to slide his hand around my waist and I slipped out. He wasn't to be put off lightly, though. He reached his other hand and pulled me closer and for some reason I didn't resist this time.
"So, my Puppy is a full-fledged Dog now, huh?" He whispered in my ear, making my whole body tingle.
"Be careful." I said. "I bite." To prove my point, I twisted his arm a bit harder then necessary for me to free myself.
"Sweet gixie." He flashed me his smile and rubbed his arm. "It's no good to rough up the Rogue." As much as I hate to admit it, his smile made something inside me sing.
"Don't mess with me." He smiled, but mine didn't hold the niceness of his. "Or I'll make sure you're my next Rat."
"Come on, Beka." I was suddenly struck by the angle of his nose. Like mine, it was clear it had been broken and fixed crookedly. "I can give you so much more then those Dogs."
"Those Dogs are my family, Rosto." I glare at the rusher, feeling my eyes turn to ice. As little as I like it, I am tempted by him. All it takes is the memory of one bruise on my mother's face to turn him away. Now all I have to do it look at the scar on his face to remember he is no ordinary rusher.
"Come on, Beka. A mot like you could do much better then that." If I didn't know him better, I would be sure he was begging.
"I'm a Dog, Rosto." I tried to spell it out. "You're a rusher. The best, even. Mayhaps when we're not on opposite sides. Mayhaps when I retire." I didn't feel bad about promising anything. By the time I retire from the Dogs, he'll have gotten over me.
"I'll hold you to that, Beka. The Rogue never forgets." He smiled again and, quicker then I could duck, he kissed me. I instinctively reached to smack him but he danced away, black eyes gleaming.
Pony: There it is. Please review. I'm almost done with the second part.
