fHello my lovely readers! Thanks for reading, reviewing and giving my story a try. I will try to update once a week but can't make promises. I have other three stories going on.

I read The Fall of Five already. I hate five for killing eight. Maybe I could write a fanfic where someone saves him. I already have something in mind. BUT it will have to wait. I can't write five fanfictions at a time.

Vanillaice- thanks for the advice. I used sweetheart because I didn't know if he used or not because when I wrote it i hadn't read The fall of five but know I know. Although I will keep using it a lot because it's Nix and is the way he teases her. So is like the first time he called her sweetheart she was like 'don't call be that' and me was like ' okay... sweetheart' *he-smirks* so he calls her that 'cause she hates it.

Disclaimer, I do not own the Lorien Legacies.

Chapter 2

Six's POV

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light in the room. The curtains were wide open, I groaned in annoyance. The irritation was quickly replaced by the rest of my senses awaking. My head was processing the fact that my head was resting in someone's chest –my entire body was pressed to someone's.

Nine was peacefully sleeping. His face was relaxed, an odd look for him as he was always teasing people with his stupid smirk and arched eyebrows. I moved locks of dark hair out of his closed eyes, admitting he didn't look so bad. Okay, okay he's hot. Nine is really hot. His pink lips slightly open, his features always attractive though I always refused to admit it. As I carefully watched him, I wonder how it would feel to kiss him. Disgusted with my own thoughts, I pushed Nine off bed. He landed in the floor with 'thud'.

"OW, what the heck?" He yelled. He stood up and jumped back in bed. "What the fuck sweetheart! I was sleeping!"

"Get out!" I snapped indignantly.

"No, I'm fine." He declared," I forgive you."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"How long did I sleep?" He asked.

"An hour and a half." I guessed.

"Did you sleep too? Did you cuddle?" He smirked.

"No! I didn't." Like hell I was gonna admit that I did. I was cuddling with nine but no one needed to know that. That's my secret, I didn't want him to tease me any further.

"Yeah, right. Did you kissed me? Did you watched me sleep? I bet you were drooling over me." He was smirking. "Did you thought nasty things?"

"You know what fuck you!" He new how to press my buttons, like when he calls me 'sweetheart', knowing how I hate it.

"But bebe, I thought we had agreed to take it slow." His smirk grew wider, as if possible. I threw a pillow at him and sat up, trying to get off bed. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me down, on top of him.

"Let go,"I warned.

"You aren't going anywhere. You have to guard my sleep, sweetheart." He released my wrist and placed his hands in my back. "Now will you help me out of my shirt? I hate sleeping clothed."

He rolled over. He was now on top of me, my heart was beating fast. He was so close to me, I could feel his muscles, his breath in my neck. "Calm down sweetheart, we don't want you to have a freaking heart attack do we?"

He was smirking against my neck. I pushed him off me and punched him in the face.

"Idiot,"I muttered. I got off bed swiftly and walked off the room to the kitchen. Ella was drawing. Marina and eight were cooking and John was in a chair, eating an apple.

"Want one?" John handed me an apple. Before I could take a bite nine walked in with a split lip.

I felt some satisfaction seeing the bit of blood there.

"What happened to your lip?" Marina frowned.

"She freaking likes to bite," Nine said pointing at me.

Everyone's heads snapped to look at me with wide eyes, Nine looked content. I threw the apple at him, aiming for his face but he caught it.

"Thanks," he winked.

"Did you two...?" Marina stuttered.

"No! I punched him," I said rolling my eyes, how can they think that. Eight shook his head smiling. John relaxed, Ella went back to sketching and Marina to cooking.

Nine grinned before biting into my apple. He winked at me before walking out.

I flipped through the channels looking for something that could lead to five. I finally chose a channel and dropped the remote control in the coffee table, bored out of my mind.

"Aren't you gonna put a shirt on?" I asked annoyed.

"I'm good," Nine said, smirking. He was shirtless, sitting next to me, with a damn hot six pack showing.

"Aren't you guys getting along?" Eight asked, brows arched high in his forehead as he passed by us before walking off.

John walked in and sat next to me, leaving me between the two. "Any news?" He asked.

"Nope," I said.

"Five hasn't moved," added Nine.

"So... um, are two getting along?"

"Of course. Six fucking loves me already. We even finish each other's sentences." Nine said, John rolled his eyes.

"No," I said and glared at Nine, he gave me an innocent grin. John cleared his throat.

"Uh, I'll be a around," John kissed my cheek and left, leaving me stunned once again. I turned off the TV and walked to my room, wanting to be alone. I was, of course, followed by Nine. He closed the door behind him.

I sat down in the bed. Nine just stood there. It looked as if he was having a battle in his head. He kneeled in front of me and kissed my cheek. I froze. Nine just kissed me, in the cheek. Did that just happen?

"Wha–What was that for.."I cursed myself for the stuttering.

"Just being friendly," he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my body. "Getting along." He nipped my earlobe and kissed my cheek again."I'll go take a shower. I don't think you have to shower with me. Eight didn't say anything about showers. Unless you want to join me..." he teased. I shivered, he walked out the room, leaving me in a frozen state.

Nine's POV

"Ha! I fucking win." I grinned in victory. Six and I were training, one-on-one, combat. Somehow , she had managed to beat me but I asked for a rematch.

"You sure?" Six asked.

"No way you can't get out of my grip." I was on top of her, holding her wrist with my hands and my legs making hers impossible to move. She had no way out. We were both breathing heavily and covered in sweat. I wasn't wearing a shirt, I had taken it off for the rematch. Six looks fucking hot. Being on top if her was making me think of different situations involving the same position.

"This isn't over yet, Nine."

"Of course it is, sweetheart. I won." Six's head snapped to the side, I followed her gaze. She was looking at the door. No one was here. I could hear them in the kitchen, living room, and bedroom. Why is Six looking…

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Six's soft lips in my throat. She kissed all the way up my jaw. I closed my eyes, my grip in her loosened. She kissed the spot under my ear before going all the way back to my jaw. She them proceeded to bit my earlobe and sucked it. A moan escaped my lips. Six flipped me over. She got a hold on my wrist and –

"Now, it's over." She said smugly. She got off me and walked out. I stared after her pretty damn hot ass.

Six's POV

I walked out the lecture hall/ training room, heart beating fast. I prayed to Lorein that Nine was too distracted to hear my heartbeat. The feeling of his skin in my lips felt amazingly hot. Oh Lorien, what took over me? Now what am I gonna do? It's gonna be awkward. How am I supposed to act now. My thoughts were all racing out once, too clouded that I bumped into someone.

"Well someone is taking trips to the moon," Eight joked.

"Ha!" I faked a laugh.

"Where's nine?"

"Don't know. Don't care." I lied.

"Too bad," he said shaking his head. "NINE!" He shouted. I covered his mouth with my hand. He teleported two steps away from me. "NINE!"

"What are–" I was cut of by Nine.

"What?" Nine asked, his eyes met mines. I could have been imagining it but it sure looked he was flustered. He looked away before I could take a better look at his face.

"You are supposed to be with Six, like, all the time," Eight crossed his arms in his chest.

"Um, err.. right, okay," Nine said. Can't this be more awkward?

"Stay glued," Eight ordered.

He left Nine and me standing awkwardly in the hall. I cleared my throat and walked down the hall to my room. Nine closed the door and stood there, just watching me.

"What?"

"Um, uh... nothing..." Nine stuttered.

"Mhm." I shook my head smiling. Nine stuttered, he was flustered. What's next, the Mogs inviting us over for tea?

"Well... I'm gonna take a shower..." I announced.

"Want me to join you, sweetheart?" There's the Nine I know.

"In your dreams," I winked at him.

Night time

I woke up covered in sweat, breath coming out fast. Another nightmare. I rubbed my eyes before glancing at the clock. I groaned, the clock read 2:26. I buried my face in the pillow. I groaned, why can't I sleep peacefully? I rolled off bed and walked out the room.

I walked down the hall to the training room. The lights were off so I turned them on and checked to the ceiling to make sure Nine wasn't hanging up there again. Coast was clear. I walked towards the punching bag and began to warm up. Then I started by punching it slow first and not too hard. After some minutes I began to punch faster and harder. I punched it too hard that I made a hole on it and watched the sand spill out. Really? Can't they make them more resistant? I unhooked the punching bag and hooked up a new one. I punched it hard, getting everything out. Blood was running down my knuckles.

"You're bleeding," I jumped at John's voice. When did he get here? He walked up to me and took my bleeding hands with his. I quickly pulled my hands away from John's. "I'm just going to heal you."

"I'm fine," I said and walked to the small sink in the corner. I washed off the blood and the cuts closed. Fast healing. "See." I showed him my knuckles. He seemed off. "Is something wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing or everything, I don't know." He sat down in the mattress, where I had slept with Nine the previous night.

"Is it about Sarah?" I asked, sitting across him.

"Huh?"

"I'm not stupid. You have been off since she left." He stayed quiet. "John if you miss her I think you should get her back. I know it's dangerous for her but you are just hurting both of you."

"I thought you would be the last person to say that." He snorted.

"Just don't tell anyone I'm giving love advice I don't want everyone coming to me. But if you do tell them it costs," I joked, trying to make the situation lighter. John smiled. "But I mean it. You two love each other and you're both hurting."

"Thanks, Six," nodded before pulling me into brief hug. "I'll go try to sleep, you should too." He walked out the room, stopping at the door for a second, then shaking his head and walking away. I got up the floor and walked out the lecture hall. As I walked down the hall I found Ella walking back to her room.

"Ella?" She jumped a little and turned her head to face me. "Where are you going?"

"I couldn't sleep so I got up. Nine made hot chocolate and I'm going back to sleep."

"Nine? He's still up?" I asked amused.

"Yes. He said he couldn't sleep either. And you?"

"A nightmare. I went to kick the punching bag's ass for a little bit. Next time I'll get some hot chocolate." Ella laughed.

"Ella what are—" Nine stopped as he saw me. "Oh."

"She had a nightmare too and went to kick the punching bag's ass," Ella told him. "Nine, you should make hot chocolate for her too. Goodnight." Ella went inside her room.

"Let's go," Nine said and walked back to the kitchen. I followed him to the kitchen. He gestured me to sit down, I did, watching him carefully. He took out two cups. He started to work. I noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"You lost your shirt, again?" I asked annoyed. Is he trying to distract me or what? Just looking at those muscles... Pull yourself together Six!

"I sleep shirtless," he smirked. I rolled my eyes at him.

"And that's how you were right now with Ella, shirtless?"

"No, I had my shirt on. I sent her back to bed after she was done with her chocolate. I was going back to bed too, so I took it off, but I heard her laugh, and you now the rest." I subtly watched the way his muscles flexed as he moved. "Here you go, sweetheart." He placed a cup in front of me and took the other chair.

"Thanks," I smiled at him. Nine was grinning. "What?"

"Nothing," he took a sip of his chocolate, he made a face. "Ow... hot." I laughed. "Not funny."

"The face you made was,"I teased.

He traced his lips with his finger. "So, you had a nightmare," I nodded. "About?"

"When the Mogs tried different things to kill me. When they killed Katarina." Nine cleared his throat.

"Wanna watch a movie?" He asked suddenly.

"That'll be nice," I found myself saying before taking a sip of my chocolate. "Is not that hot anymore."

"You sure?" I nodded. "If my sexy mouth gets burned again, I'm blaming you." He took a sip, then another. I smiled and we drank our chocolate in comfortable silence. He took my cup and his and placed them in the sink. "Let's go." He walked towards his room.

"In your room?" I asked. He stopped and turned around, smirking.

"We don't want to wake the others, do we?" He said, the teasing tone clear in his voice. "You got a problem with that, sweetheart?" I rolled my eyes.

"No," to prove it I walked in his room first. His room was larger than mine. There was a large TV, a king size bed with a brown comforter, and a shelf full of DVDs.

"You pick," he said and jumped in bed. He was lying on his back, his hands behind his head, his feet crossed, and his eyes on me. "They are in chronological order."

There were so many movies in there I noticed as I went through the DVDs. I hadn't seen any of them, maybe just a few. There was Alice in wonderland, Iron man two, How to train a dragon, Tangled, Toy story 3, Despicable me, Transformers 2, Thor, Captain America, and so on. I grabbed Despicable me, Iron man 2, Tangled, and Thor. It took me a minute to decide. I put the disk in the DVR and pressed play to Despicable me.

"Are you gonna stand up there the whole freaking movie or what?" Nine asked from the bed. "I don't bite...unless you're into that."

I rolled my eyes and sat next to him, leaving a decent distance between us. Nine wasn't having that, he pulled me closer to him. Our bodies were pressed together. He still didn't t have a shirt on, his skin warm against me. I gulped and looked away, focusing my attention on the TV.

There you go!

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