A/N: Just a little something I've had in my head for a while. No plot line or anything, just a little cute drabble :D Enjoy!
Lyrics: Airplanes – B.o.B (Featuring Hayley Williams).
Disclaimer: See previous chapter.
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'Can we pretend that airplanes, in the night sky, are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now.'
THE NIGHT SKY OF the city didn't look like a normal night sky to Larten: it was too bright, too full of flickering lights that should have been stars but weren't. Lights from the skyscrapers flashed brightly, shone out into the darkness that wasn't darkness, more of a haze that blurred the tops of the buildings and the streets below, shrouding everything in a mist of strange non-night time.
From his hotel room on the twenty-first floor, Larten could make out the city skyline blurred by the haze, the streets still packed with people and cars, the apartment building opposite with some lights still on in the many windows, the occasional outline of a human coming into view and then quickly moving out again, missed in a blink.
Larten didn't like it. For one, it was much too noisy. How anyone could sleep in such a constant racket was beyond him. He missed the quietness of the mountain, the darkness that could easily be obtained. He missed the stars.
A sudden bright block of light shone to his right, casting a warm orange glow over the dark room he had been lying in. He turned his head away from the window and smiled slightly as Arra sat down on the bed next to him, running a hand through her damp hair, wearing nothing but a red shirt of his, "I've missed hot showers," Larten laughed and she grinned but then tilted her head to the side, "Scratch that: I've missed showers that aren't waterfalls." Larten laughed again, squinting slightly against the bright orange glow of the bathroom. Noticing this, Arra hopped up, shut off the light, closed the door and flopped back down on the bed.
"Thank you." Larten muttered, ruffling her hair and turning back to the window on his left.
"Anything interesting out there?" Arra asked, curling up next to him.
"Not particularly," Larten sighed, lazily wrapping an arm around her back, "You cannot see the stars."
"It's too bright," She agreed, pointing to a flickering light travelling across the sky, "You can see airplanes though."
Larten nodded, "But it is not the same. I miss the mountain."
With a small smile, Arra sat up, "Pretend," Larten gave her a confused look so she elaborated, "You don't like it here, so pretend you're back at the mountain."
"Because that is mature."
Arra didn't take any notice of his sceptical look, "See," She leant over him and yanked the cord of the curtains and they fell quietly, settling on the windowsill in a crumpled mess, "Now it's darker and quieter." Larten couldn't argue there: the room had become darker, just a tiny bit lighter than he liked, and the curtains had shut out most of the outside noise.
"There are not comfy beds in the mountain." Larten noted.
"Sleep on the floor then." Arra shot back, still leaning over him with a grin.
Larten shook his head with a smile, "As much as the curtains helped, I do still not feel like we are at the mountain."
"Pretend harder," Arra sat up straight, her hand gently tracing over Larten's bare torso, "Close your eyes and say it out loud. Really picture it."
Larten sighed but closed his eyes, "We are at the mountain."
"Where in the mountain?"
Still with his eyes closed, he answered with a very small smile, "We are in our room."
"Day or night?"
"It is day time. Everyone is asleep." Larten couldn't hear the city anymore, he could only hear their voices and could only feel Arra's soft hand still tracing over his torso.
"What are we doing?"
"We are talking."
Arra was watching him carefully and moved her hand from his stomach to his chest, "What are we talking about?"
"We are talking about how dull life at the mountain is," Larten grinned, his eyes still firmly shut, "And now about how boring our days have been."
"Make it more exciting," She encouraged, "Change something about the scene."
Larten thought about it, at first not finding anything he could change, but then his mind flashed to his mate's hand still tracing his chest and he knew what to change, "And then we stop talking and lie down."
Arra paused for a brief moment, guessing where he was going, "And go to sleep?" She asked innocently.
"Eventually," Larten said with a playful grin and he opened his eyes, the city melting away: the only thing his mind chose to focus on was Arra, "Was that pretend enough for your liking?"
"Oh completely," She replied with a sly grin, "I'm back at the mountain. I feel as though Gavner could walk in at any moment," Larten smiled and held her gaze, her grey eyes bright even in the dark room. She grinned again and poked his shoulder, "And you're supposed to have your eyes closed."
He smiled and let his eyes slide shut again, "I am sorry. Is this better?" She didn't answer straight away: instead leant over him, straddling his hips and linking her hands around the back of his neck, pulling him up quickly and pressing their lips together. Larten smiled against her, his hands resting on her lower back. Arra pulled away briefly, just long enough to mutter, "Much better," and then they fell back into kissing, completely oblivious to the city, to the lights, to the noise, to everything other than the moment they were sharing.
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A/N: Wow, I'm so sorry for that ending. I wanted it to sound kind of romantic but I guess it didn't. Damn...I hope you guys still liked it though :)