Title: Ring of Fire
Author: coneygoil
Rating: G, it's pretty harmless save for a small amount of angst
Summary: John said he would never burn her.
"Trust me."
"I don't think I can."
"I won't let it burn you."
I stared at John's hand in front of me. I wanted to trust him with all my heart. This was so important to him; I had to do it.
Timidly, I reached out and grasped his outstretched hand. He pulled me to his side, wrapping an arm protectively around my waist. My eyes stayed glued to his other hand as he flicked his lighter on. There was no turning back now; John was determined to show me his power.
In an instant, a ring of fire encircled us. The flames dances and rippled around, threatening to burn, but it didn't touch us. I shrank closer to his side, the sweat of my body starting to coat my skin.
I couldn't take my eyes off the dancing flames. The orange and yellow glowed brightly, nearly blindingly. Shades of blue started to appear. I looked up at John's face. I'd never seen such intensity. He moved his hand as if he were a conductor and the fire was his orchestra.
The bluer the flames became, the more overwhelming the heat was. He didn't seem to be affected by the heat or overwhelming power of the ring of fire. I could see that he was one with it.
It was becoming too much for me. My arms were around John's neck, my face hidden in his shoulder. "John-" I hissed. "Please!"
As fast as they appeared, the flames were defused. I stood trembling in John's arms. I felt his hand stroking my hair. "The fire is out," he whispered in my ear. "You okay?"
I finally looked up, face flushed and breathing ragged. I peered around to see the scorched circle of grass around us. The consuming heat still lingered in the air.
"Don't ever get me to do that again!" I exclaimed, pushing John's shoulder.
John laughed, giving me his usual smirk. "You have to admit it's cool."
I gave him a 'look' and folded my arms. "You are such a pyromaniac."
John grabbed my waist and pulled me against him again. "You know you can trust me. I'll never burn you."
Our lips met for a long moment before I pulled away, still holding onto his forearms. "I know."
How naïve I was back then to believe that the flames of his anger and betrayal would lick at my feet, and I'd ultimately fall into his ring of fire.
