A/N: Thank you guys for all the reviews, because I never realized I was spelling Rogue wrong! Sorry for that. I apologize for all spelling and grammar mistakes, I'm going to make extra sure this time that it doesn't happen seeing as it often does to me for some reason. Yes I do realize that Number 6 is a bit confusing. I guess it wasn't to me because I was the one writing it. I apologize again!! Also I have a very bad habit that I'm attempting to cure of changing tense!!!! AGAIN I apologize. Anywho here are the next ten (excuse this long thing)


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11. Waking Up.

"ROSTO!" someone pounds on his door. Beka realizes it was a mistake to stay the ENTIRE night. Not what happened, but sleeping here. She should've realized that people would look for him and her in the morning. Groaning slightly, she hated the fact she was awake. Rosto laughed, sliding his arm around her bare shoulders and tugging her closer.

"WHAT!" he calls back, making his chest rumble and Beka tucked her head neatly between his shoulder and his neck. He smiles down at her, before waiting for a reply.

"HAVE YOU SEEN BEKA?" it's Kora. They both recognize the voice and trade glances before Beka stifles her own laughter and Rosto chuckles softly. His eyes dance, and Beka gives him a warning look. She'd rather not have anyone burst unceremoniously in. Especially because their both undressed, and if Kora's there then so is Eskern. Having her best friend come in while she's with her lover is not exactly the most pleasing circumstances.

"YES! SHE'S FINE!" he shouts back. He meets her eyes, and they both know they dislike the same thing. Waking up.

12. On Duty.

There was a bar fight. Beka, Goodwin, and Tunstall noticed a few other dogs that she couldn't see were already there trying to sort it out. She and her partners flew into the fight and she didn't even notice she was just doing things randomly. Her body was so used to it, like it was used to other things. Soon she was just handing out bruises and the fight wasn't far from over. Goodwin was nearby doing the same thing she was used to. It was a habit, Beka realized, as was thinking during fights. Her hand shot out to protect her face but it did little. A fist had connected and she didn't really notice it. It was more of a one second thing, that she saw it coming but then it

Rosto however, was in that fight. He paused for a moment when he saw Beka thrust into the battle. Charging in like a warhorse, her face completely emotionless her eyes icy. He was not exactly in the fight, he happened to be stopping by to speak with the bartender on idea's for his buildings designs when things got out of hand. Now, in the middle of attempting to help the dogs he could see they could handle these things on their own. Beka was beautiful to watch, concentrating on making sure no one got the upper hand, while her body did practice movements that must have been drilled into her a thousand times. It was times like these, that he wished she wasn't completely addicted to her duties. She would've maid a fine thief, and a fine bodyguard. Unfortunately she'd chosen her path, as he had chosen his and they were both on duty. Other things would come later. As was in her mind, Duty was first.

13. Heaven vs. Hell

Heaven was when he looked into her eyes. The beautiful icy blue pools that he lost himself in often. They would capture his own eyes, searching for something that he could never figure out. Then, whatever they were looking for they often found them and held him fully with that sweet serene look she had. She probably didn't even know that she wore it, because he wasn't sure that it was what others could see but it was there none the less.

Hell was when they were the icy pools of thousands of ghosts. Sharp pains, like a thousand daggers would be thrown into his body when she was angry with him. Her eyes always told him when she was mad, when she was sad, when she was happy, or excited. It was the hardest when she was angry, when she glared at him with such fierceness that it hurt his very soul. But then, they were her best feature along with being what made him fear filled. Heaven and hell.

14. Breakfast...Lunch...Dinner.

It started out as breakfast, everyone together. Eventually it became were they met at the same places to eat together at lunch. Sometimes they would be joined by Anikki or Kora but often times then not, they were together. Sooner then later it became dinner usually after she was on duty. That's when it became a religious activity. It came as easy as breathing, and it was one of the hints that Beka had telling her it was love but Rosto had always known that they were meant to be.

15. Fear

The first time she comes to him, shaking after duty he is terrified. Her eyes are the same icy blue they always are, but this time her tiredness and her horror clouds over the usual beauty. He holds her close to him, and she's soaked to the bone trembling. He has no choice but to lead her up the stairs and get her dry. After that is done with he pulls her close again, tucking her head underneath his chin and letting herself calm down.

"I was so scared," she mutters, "I couldn't find Tunstall or Goodwin. Let alone Eskern, or Lady Sabine. No one, just the rain and the rioters," her voice was weak and he knows now, that this is the first time she's experienced true fear, and the first time he has either. It's a new experience, but he knows that he won't forget the weaknesses they both have. Fear is something Rosto doesn't wish to taste again. It leaves a bitter taste.

16. Trust

"Do you trust me?" Rosto asks her, one afternoon as they sit in her rooms. The windows open, the suns shining outside and Beka wonders what brought this up. Because she already knows the answer she doesn't hesitate.

"Yes," she admits, "I know that everyone says I shouldn't but. I do," she shrugs at him then stares for a minute before continuing, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," He says smiling slightly, "For all your a Dog, I do trust you," she nods considering things. Yes, it's a good thing he trust hers otherwise she'd feel out of place trusting him. She turns to look at him, smiling widely.

"Good because even Rat's need look outs," she nods and he laughs.

"And even Dog's need back up," he points out before drawing her close to him. It's a good thing they trust each other, otherwise this wouldn't have worked out.

17. Heat

The heat that builds up in her, every time he even says her name is beyond anything she's ever imagined or felt. It doesn't explain why her face feels hot, and her hands sticky. It doesn't explain why whenever she meets his eyes, her stomach flips or whenever his palm even gently touches her arm and tingles there. All she knows is that it's like a wildfire spreading through her and nothing anyone says or does will change this for her, and she's glad of it. This type of heat is good for her.

18. Pounce

He can't help but wonder how the cat knows when to disappear. Once, he never even hinted to anyone that he was going to do anything with Beka and the cat vanished. They had in fact done some things but that was beside the point. He was smarter then he looked and when he mentioned it to Beka she laughed but not in a "your funny" way, but more in a "I know this you dolt" way. Then she tells him that since Pounce wasn't a normal cat, he should be glad because how would he feel if the cat watched them together. This makes him blush before he wonders how Pounce also appears at the worst times. Like when she asks him that.

19. Alleyway

She was walking home from duty when he grabbed her wrist and tugged her into an alleyway eyes glittering with warmth that hers reflected, she hoped. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and their lips met slightly, gently. She caressed his cheek and his hand was on the back of her neck, massaging gently.

"I don't know if I'll be home tonight," he whispered to her and she nodded against him. He smiled slightly when she sighed his scent in before murmuring against him. It sent shivers up his spine, and his eyes glazed over just slightly.

"We're in an alleyway," he hears and feels against his skin, even though he's wearing thick layers. Her eyes glitter with laughter when she tugs herself away from him.

"Yes I'm aware of that Beka. I actually am starting to love alleyways," he adds the last one making her blush. Last week she'd kissed him very forcefully in an alleyway. she grinned again before saying goodnight and hurrying away before they got distracted in a street way. When she got home she decided she liked alleyways too.

20. Whisper

He loved the way she whispered his name. It wasn't a lust filled whisper, a full throated one, or even a desire filled one. It was regular whisper that made his entire soul lift with pleasure. He tugged her close, and she always whispered. Never raising her voice. Meeting his eyes though, but always the quieted whisper always small soft spoken words. She saved these for when they were alone and together. And it was this that made him realize, that whispers were much better then full throated laughter, or loud desirous voices. Whispers were loud enough to show love, and quiet enough to prove it.

A/N: I know they're not that wonderful. I liked a few of them and I had a LOT of ideas but then I forgot to write them down. Hopefully they will get better in the next ten. Hopefully. But yeah, I hope people like them and I'm pretty sure there's not many grammar or spelling mistakes but if there is, I'm sorry again.