Chapter 10
"Stop that"
"Just one more"
"No" Shayera laugh at John, he was pouting for God's sake "you brought them for me"
"That doesn't mean I don't want one"
"Ok" Shayera took one M&M out of the bag and put it in his hands "there you go"
"Really? One?" he spread silly kisses all over her face making her laugh. She put two more M&Ms in his hand, he looked crushed "I think my ego just died, you killed it"
"Poor baby" She gave him ten M&Ms "There? Is your ego all better now?"
"Much, thanks" he gve her a mock glare and put a hnad to his heart "my ego is very fragile and I'm very insecure, I need to feel appreciate it"
Shayera burst out laughing. She loved that he could make her laugh no matter what mood she was in. They were in his apartment, sitting on the sofa eating popcorn and M&Ms, she was happy that her metabolism was faster than humans or she would wait three hundred pounds.
"You know something?" she looked at him waiting "I've always wondered if you look like your mom or your dad"
"I look like my mom" she touched her hair "Except for my hair, I got it from my dad"
"How was your mom?"
"Very beautiful and sweet" she smiled, her mom had been the only beautiful thing in her life "She had blonde hair and was short like me. She would come the shelter to see me every couple of months, no matter how bad things were she always found time for me"
"She sounds amzing" John hugged her and kissed the top of her head "What happen to her?"
"She died six months after I turned five"
"I'm sorry"
"That's ok, it was a long time ago" she gave him a sad look "The day I turned five she came to see me and brought me a gift" she gave him a curious look "Did I ever tell you were my name cames from?" he shook his head "In Thanagar there is a flower that growns every three hundred years, during spring. My mom had only seen pictures of it, but she always had wanted to see one. The day I was born there was a big battle close to one of the main cities, my dad spent hours fighting to give the people time to escape. I was born about ten miles from there. A couple of minutes after I was born a messanger came to the camp and gave my mom a box, there was a note that my mom used to read to me all the time "I'm sorry I couldn't make it to our daughter's birth, but in my place I send you this flower to bring you joy and happiness. I'll see you someday soon my love" He sent her a Shayera flower, that was the first one that had grow in three hundred years, he died in battle that same day"
"Shayera you don't have to tell me"
"Is ok" she kissed him "the flower has bright red petals like my hair and the center is bright green like my eyes, that's why my mom named me Shayera. That's what she gave me on my birthday, the last flower my dad sent her. She putted in a nehah" as his confused look she explained "is a glass box, but whatever you put inside will stay alive for as long as you want"
"What happen to it?" he was caressing her arm "the flower, where is it now?"
"It was destroyed with the watchtower"
"I'm sorry"
"Is fine" she straddle him and put her arms around his neck "but I'm feeling pretty bad right now" she kissed his neck and smiled when he jumped "so I need someone to make me feel better"
"You do?" he gave her a quick kiss "How's that?"
"Wally can do better, but let me instruct you" her fingers curled on his chest and she dragged her nails down to his abdomen feeling the muscles contract "That's better"
He kissed her and what a kiss it was, like his life depended on it. Shayera smiled against his mouth, so their chemistry wasn't dead after all. He dragged openmouthed kisses down her neck, she heard a ripping sound and looked down.
"You ruined the shirt" not that she really cared, he could set it on fire if he wanted to.
"Don't worry about it" he said between kisses "I'll buy a new one. Clothes are overrated anyways"
Well, she couldn't disagree with him there.