This is for a challenge where someone else picks the song that I have to be inspired by to write a fanfic.
So here I go.
Inspired by the song "Do you love me?" from The Fiddler on the roof.
It was about 3 in the morning when I stood up to wake Fang. It was his turn to take watch.
"YO, Fang." I whispered, kicking his side.
He groaned and rolled over. He grumbled something like, "I was having a good dream…"
I took his place on the ground, curling up in fetal position to keep some of the heat in my body on this cold, January night.
I looked over at my sleeping flock, going from face to face; Angel, sleeping soundlessly close to the fire pit. Nudge was around Angel, blocking her from the icy winds that whipped our faces. Gazzy was curled up by some rocks that he and Iggy had put together as some kind of shelter. Iggy had fallen asleep near Gazzy, but he was sprawled out on the ground. When I looked for Fang, it took a while to find him. But I realized that he was sitting on the ground, backed against a tree with his arms crossed. His eyes were memorizing me. I stared back at him, my eyebrows up in a questioning way.
Fang sighed and opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it, looking away.
"Fang? What's up?"
"Nothing, Max, go to sleep."
"Fine," when he got like this, there was no way I was going to get any answers.
There was a silence. I rolled over; eyes still open, almost like I was waiting for him to say something.
He didn't.
I closed my eyes and tried, unsuccessfully I might add, to get some sleep. And that's when he started talking. He must have thought I was asleep.
"Do you love me Max?" he whispered.
It was almost intelligible.
I sat up, he gasped and blushed. Fang never blushed.
"Did you hear that?"
"Uh-huh. What did you mean?" I answered, not really sure if I wanted to know.
He sighed.
"I meant exactly that, Max; do you love me?"
"I've known you all my life, you and the flock are my family."
"I know that, but do you love me?"
"You've been here for me since we escaped, you are my family. You're like my right wing. I couldn't fly without you." I was giving him the same excuses that I'd been giving myself for months.
"Max," he got up and walked over to me. When he sat down in front of me, he asked me again, "Do you love me?"
I was staring into his eyes; the same eyes that id known since he was put into a dog crate across from mine. I think he was scared.
"I love everyone in the flock." I would not give in, until, of course, he leaned in and closed my stubborn lips with his. It was a short and sweet kiss, and it wasn't my first one, but it was… different, I couldn't put my finger on it. I looked around at the rest of the sleeping flock. No one had awoken to our awkward conversation. Thank God. I looked back at fang, who was slowly retreating to his spot to keep watch.
"Yeah, I guess I do." I said quietly, almost to myself.
I could have sworn I saw him smile so big that he had dimples on each cheek.
The world stopped for a second or two as he turned back and walked towards me. He held out his hand and I took it. He pulled me to my feet, and kissed me deeply. His head tilted, and his hand found my hips. He pulled me closer to him and let his tongue graze my lips ever so slightly. My hands slid up his muscular chest, and worked their way around his neck and into his long black hair that covered his eyes. He broke the kiss and beamed at me, his face was glorious. It took all of my strength to not kiss him again and never stop. Now he was mine. What did I do to deserve this treatment? I don't know, but thank you.
"I love you Max."
"I love you too, Fang," I replied. I wasn't sure, but whatever made him happy. Maybe that is love; sacrificing your comfort zone to fill his. Maybe what I said was the truth.
Maybe I did love him.