Ayyo hey sorry for the little bit late chapter. I just have to say, this will stay rated T in NOOOO way am I crossing over to the dark side of rated M! Though this can be a bit gross for some of us non-love believers (cough ME) and hopeless tomboy romantics, i hope you all agree that this is a good chappy.

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Iggy.

After a while we were all just too tired, so we headed to bed. I took Sydney's hands in my own, wanting nothing more but to kiss her. As soon as I kicked the door shut with my heel, Sydney and I practically tackled each other in a warm embrace, she placed her hands around my neck and I placed my hands in the back pockets of her jeans.

"This was fun." She smiled as I let her go to get her something to sleep in.

"Yeah. You know. I'm real glad I met you, Falcon."

She smiled and I returned to trying to find her a shirt. I eventually just unbuttoned and took off my own, I stretched out my wings a but and I looked and looked, but couldn't find her any pants that'd fit her comfortably.

"Here, it's pretty big so... I can't find you any sweatpants, or something, but their all too big." I chuckled a little at the end of my sentence and she did too.

"I hope you don't mind, but I've kind've made a habit of sleeping in only pants. I can put on a shirt, though." I said, reaching for another shirt.

"Oh no, don't worry it's okay." She said, not really taking her eyes off my chest.

I smirked at her and she noticed, her face turned beet red and she turned her head and went in the bathroom to change, into my shirt.

I sighed dreamily.

How many dates have I been on with her? It had only been a half date when the Erasers attacked and I admitted, publicly, my love for her. And it had only been two days after that when I first caught her saying it to herself in her room.

I knew what we had was real, there was no denying the sudden spark even from the beginning. The instant connection. It was fantastic, there was no denying it. Or the fact that Sydney and I simply had built our entire lives around each other.

She laughed as she came out, in the black button up, still buttoning a few buttons.

"I'm so glad I met you too. I would never have been in the best relationship of my life, the best time of my life, with the best person in the while damn world…" She said, coming up to me.

She paused for a moment and slowly added.

"Fallen in love."

"I'm glad you feel the same." I replied, making her eyes glitter and sparkle so brightly the sun and moon would get jealous.

Slowly, she traced my lips with her finger and I suddenly felt the urge to kiss her even more.

A mischievous smile formed on my face and she giggled for a moment, as I took in her beauty.

My demonic smile grew bigger as I attacked her neck with my lips.

She moaned in delight as she wrapped her arms around my neck to lift herself up closer to me.

I swung my arms around her lower back and pulled her up to were her head was level with mine and swiftly grazed my lips over her skin back to her lips, feeling Sydney get Goosebumps from my warm breath.

Her legs wound around my thighs and her hands and fingers twirled in my long hair, pulling me in closer.

I deepened the kiss, taking it to a higher level than before, I wondered if Sydney minded, but she didn't stop. Instead, she made it even rougher, seriously turning me on.

We backed up into a wall without making a sound.

I however backed her up into the light switch, I heard a click and guessed that the lights had turned off, but neither of us quit the make out session

Her hands dropped from my neck and her fingers traced slowly and softly down my neck, sending a small shiver of thrill down my spine, and they moved down my chest and sketched around my abs.

A moan escaped my throat as her hands finished outlining and ran back up to my chest. I took my own hands and let them roam down her waist, being careful not to disturb her shirt.

I didn't want to push things to far, for Sydney, I didn't know if she was well- ready. Or if I even was.

I settled with one armed wrapped around her hips and the other hand on the back of her neck.

"James…" She whispered joyously, as I squeezed the back of her neck.

Her soft lips dropped small kisses from my own lips to my neck and up to my ear.

She kissed my lobe faintly and moved her arms from my chest to around my shoulders and hugged me so tight I thought she'd break my collarbone.

I pecked her jaw line and hugged her back.

She buried her face in my shoulder.

"Sydney?" I asked.

No response.

"Sydney? Sydney, are you okay?"

I turned away from the wall and sat on the edge of my bed. With Sydney still on my front, I took the crook of her legs under my arms, pulled her around and curled her up into a ball against my chest.

She looked up from my shoulders. She wasn't crying or tearing up, just looking at me.

"I'm fine. This is the best day of my life-" She didn't need to say anymore, I shut her up with a kiss and when I pulled away she smirked and said,

"Intend on making it better?"

I jokingly glanced down to her lips and back to her sparkling eyes.

"Yeah." I mumbled.

She laughed and her eyes flickered from her fixed intent gaze on my eyes down to my chest and slowly made their way back up.

My impish grin returned, "What are you thinking?" I asked coyly as she smiled an identical smile and took her hands off my shoulders and pushed me back down on the bed.

"Hey!" I cried out with a laugh as Sydney threw herself on top on me laughing madly.

She crawled under my arms and snuggled down into my chest and slowly blinked her eyes as she gazed up at me.

Then she asked me,

"Igs, what's your favorite color?"

A bit taken aback by the simple question I asked, "What?"

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"What's your favorite color?"

She repeated.

"Why the simple question?"

"I know everything about your whole Hybrid thing, but what about you. Your personality?"

"Dark purple."

"Huh?" She asked.

"My favorite color is dark color."

"Why?"

"Cause it was the first color I ever truly saw. Also, it's the exact color of your eyes."

She smiled faintly.

This discussion grew deeper and deeper and soon we were laying across from each other, quizzing ourselves on various simple and easy questions.

After a long while, Sydney's eyes began to get heavier and heavier. Well after hours of questioning conversation, she had to be tired.

She sighed and looked drowsily up at me.

"Should I call you James or Iggy?" She finally asked through closed eyes.

"Whatever you want."

"I think I'll just use both."

"Fine with me."

I pushed a rebellious lock of black hair away from her eyes. She opened them.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

And then her eyes shut and she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.