* no one 'cept Cinnamon =^.^= okies!

A/N-anything in italics is Tira's imagination as she sits with Marron.

At our feet, ne?

It's night once more. We actually are sleeping outside today, thanks to the pleading of Cinnamon, who demanded we get in touch with nature... I'm sorta trembling now and I really don't know why. Maybe, I'm still somewhat embarrassed about the whole Marron seeing me in such a private manner. Ah, I don't know- I guess the full impact of the whole situation didn't hit me until I woke up the next morning and I had a clear mind to think with. He saw and held me in my nakedness... Uuuggghhhh, noooooo, why, why, why, why? My mind is still in utter confusion and the tattered remnants all have his face on their sleeves.

Such beautiful amber eyes and long raven tresses... What would it be like to have such beauty admire me? He floats in an ocean so blue, with his hair spread out and his eyes heavy. He drifts past me, the water gliding over the smooth planes of his muscles and touching his cheeks and lips. 'Join me beautiful angel?'

'Are you talking to me?'

'Well, you are the only angel I know…'

"Yeehawww!" Cinnamon jumps on Gateau's back and he laughs as he holds her legs to him. He's giving her a piggy back ride..!? She drapes her arms around his shoulders and he parades around the camp grounds. I wish that I could do such things- that I could act silly... It's seems so open and so innocent. Hah hah, seems is the word because I don't think it's normal for people to do that kind of thing."Whoooaaaa!" Gateau flings Cinnamon over his shoulders and hoists her into his arms. She's laughing once more, but that's nothing new. That's my favorite trait about her, how quick she is to laugh and smile. How quick she is to talk to someone without the hindrance of embarrassment on her own part.

"Gateau sure has taken to her, has he not?" Oh no, it's him. Okay, calm down, calm down. I slowly look up to Marron's face and I nod. He sits on the bare ground and looks to Gateau and Cinnamon. I sigh inwardly and nod in agreement. I can't look straight at him, but it's fine just staring at his profile or even the back of his head… just not straight at him. Something like being told not to look directly into the sun… its brilliance could burn your eyes. I sigh innately once more and steal tiny peeks of his hair falling casually over his shoulder. Oh, beautiful, beautiful one- what would you do if I were to tell you the way you turn my heart so? But, whether this be fortunate or not, I can barely squeeze his name from my throat, let alone have it tumble from my lips. Oh Marron, you make this so difficult without having to say a word. Marron chuckles and shakes his head languidly. "It is shameless, this debauchery thrown so crudely at our feet, ne? I am almost jealous…"

'La la la la laaaaah! Tiiiiirrrrraaaa! Piggy back ridin' is fun!' Marron runs his fingers through my hair, gripping tightly as I carry him around. 'Ohhhh, why didya stop?' He pushes into my back and snuggles against my neck. 'Tira, ohhhh, I am jealous… you make me feel good-' Is it my imagination or is there something pressing into my back..? Jealous and Marron- those words don't even belong in the same category, let alone the same sentence. I stifle a giggle and stare at my feet. My toes are surrounded by lush grass and dandelions. "What's so funny?" he demanded.

"Ah- er, um, nothing…" I knew he was staring at me, I didn't have to look up to know, I just knew. I pulled at fresh blades of grass and tossed them around my dress. Ack, say something, say something! My mouth refuses to comply and went dry instead. Long elegant fingers crept over my own and the starkness of its pallid and soft beauty stuns me briefly. I drop the blades of turf and went still.

My heart is tearing my chest apart, each furious beat clamoring in throat and ringing in my ears. His other hand slips under my chin and gently prods my face towards his. Marron's golden eyes search my face, calculating and analyzing- what is he thinking? No smile, no melting smirk, just a blank hardness and his slightly furrowed brow… what is he thinking?

I don't know what he's thinking, but I sure know what swims around in my thoughts. Geesh, of all the days to stare, he chooses this one- the one day when I don't go and 'doll' myself up. He's even up close, enough to see my imperfections and then some… I grunt in frustration and he laughs, then kisses me quickly, barely pressing his lips against mine before pulling away. He resumes watching Gateau and Cinnamon, his hand still clasping mine tightly.

"You know what?" he says after a while. "You had this strange look on your face… I didn't cross the line, did I?" What the- cross the line? Oh, his is delightfully proper, this one. I shake my head and blush at the very thought of him 'crossing the line'. I almost laugh again, would he roar like a beast and beat his chest like King Kong or something? I can see it now-

'Me Marron. Me want you mate… NOW!' Throwing a startled me over his shoulder and scream and pound on his back as he carries me deep into the forest. 'Me like…' Then he rips my clothes off and buries his teeth against my throat in a frenzied need to be close to me, to mark me as the one he loves for life… "Uh, Tira..? Helllooooo..? Tira?" I turn slightly and look at Marron. "Are you okay? You're sorta drooling..."

"Ack! Gomen- I, um, have forgotten something that I have to do… excuse me…" I get up and run into the forest. When I can't run anymore, I sit behind a huge tree and hug my knees to my chest. Did I just slobber over myself..? Omigosh… why oh why me? Of all the things I had to do that was embarrassing, I chose slobbering in the middle of a day dream… Noooo, tears are beginning to spill and hot abashment stains my face. "Nooooo, why me?" Wait… I just heard a twig snap.

I'm not alone…

(another) A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I would really like it if I got more reviews for this story, so I will halt this story unless I get 7 reviews for this chapter.

- Khanra =^.^=