Author's note: Thanks Ryan for the funny review! Do you mind if I use it in my fic? It sounds exactly like something they would say. And thanks to everyone else who reviewed! Hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Wishing For Snow by Shelly
CHAPTER SIX
Soon they were ready to leave in the sportscar that she had found parked near the house. In fact she had almost stepped on it with the Blade Liger since she was so exhausted when they arrived and didn't see it.
She took it easy on the dirt roads, but once on paved roads she revved the engine and flew across the pavement, laughing when she saw Leon hanging on for dear life. They arrived in no time and immediately stopped by the doctor's office who admitted them and looked at Leon's ankle, eventually placing a support boot on his foot and giving him a pair of crutches to use.
Their next stop was a clothing store where Leon picked out a new set of clothes that looked incredibly sexy on him, as well as making him look like a tough warrior, which she had no doubt in her mind he was. She, on the other hand, chose a pair of denim jeans and a comfortable ivory sweater to wear since she wasn't a zoid warrior, and they both wore their new purchases since their current clothes were dirty and torn from battle.
At Morgan's insistance, Leon got his hair cut into a shorter length that suited him much better, and after that she began to notice the heads of various women turning his way whenever they passed. She would glare at them until they turned away, Leon smiling to see her reaction as it pleased him to see it.
Soon they both were hungry, and they stopped in a restaurant to grab a bite to eat. A comfortable silence descended upon them as they enjoyed each other's company. Instead of feeling a desire to go their separate ways, they stayed together and acted like two people who were discovering each other for the first time, which they were.
The waitress brought them their drinks, and Morgan couldn't help but notice that she readily responded to Leon's order but barely paid attention to hers when it was her turn. Strangely enough, she wanted nothing more than to drag him back to the house and show him how she was feeling at this moment. But maybe it was selfish of her to think that way as he may like to have his freedom to see other women once he left her.
Leon saw the troubled expression on her face. "Hey, what are you thinking about? I hope you aren't upset at the way all those women have been acting."
She shrugged as she swirled the liquid around in her glass with her straw. "Just so long as you aren't enjoying it and letting it go to your head."
He looked over at her, seeing her auburn hair tied back in a ponytail with a small amount left out to cascade down her shoulders and a few strands falling loosely around her face. Never had he seen someone so beautiful in all his life, and it was then he realized how much she meant to him. He took her hand in his and held it tightly with both of his. "Morgan, you are the only woman I want to look at me that way as I don't want or need anyone else in my life except you. Those other women don't have anything on you as you are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on."
She was surprised and touched deeply at his confession. "You really think so?" she asked, a smile lurking at the corners of her mouth when she saw him nod as she fought against smiling like a little schoolgirl who has just found out her crush likes her. Thankfully the waitress returned to refill their drinks, and this time it didn't bother her when she got an eyeful of Leon as she knew that he didn't get any satisfaction from it.
She settled her eyes on him after the waitress left, all traces of giddiness gone. "Leon, have you thought about what you will do after you are healed up?" she asked.
He took a drink and leaned forward with hs elbows on the table. "I haven't really thought about it. I left the Blitz team to find out what kind of zoid warrior I was, and instead I found you. Only problem is, I don't have a zoid to fight with and I can't afford to repair the Shield Liger."
She worried at her lower lip with her teeth. "You could have the Blade Liger," she suggested.
His eyes widened. "I couldn't possibly," he breathed.
"Leon, I'm not part of a team, nor am I a free agent warrior like you. What would I possibly do with a zoid like that? Use it as a lawn decoration?"
That brought a smile to his face. "Still, it was your father's. Don't you think you need to keep it?"
"I think my father would want anybody but the Backdraft to have it," she answered. "Besides, it seems suited to you. Maybe you can take it for a run sometime."
He appraised her thoughtfully. "Maybe."
The rest of their lunch passed comfortably, Morgan learning about Leon's family, his sister's firecracker personality and his father's compulsive spending. He told her about Bit and Brad, and about the battles he had fought after leaving the team as well as remembering the first time he had met Bit Cloud.
She couldn't help but wish that she had been there to experience it all with him so she could share in something of his life, but if things progressed as she hoped they would then they would have the opportunity to share in a future together. But there was the problem of him not knowing she had been part of the Backdraft, and if she ever told him then she knew he could easily drop out of that picture.
Soon they finished and stopped by the produce shop to pick up some supplies such as snacks and things to fix for dinner. Then they piled everything into the car and headed back to their hideaway as she liked to think of it. Once there, they put all the groceries where they belonged and laid their remaining packages on the bed.
Morgan gestured for Leon to follow her outside to the gazebo, where she showed him the beauty of the mountains which were tinted gold by the setting sun. They sat there for some time, enjoying each other's company and listening to the breeze playing through the treetops, her eyes on his face the whole time.
"You know, it's no wonder you turned every woman's head today," she said, the words surprising her. "You are quite handsome."
He moved over so that he sat next to her on the bench. "Thank you," he replied, propping his elbow on the frame and laying his head against his fist as he played with a strand of her hair with his other hand.
She moved closer to him. "But not only are you handsome, you're smart, caring, very easy to get along with..."
A single eyebrow raised when he saw a smile spread across her face. "Is that all?"
She shook her head. "Not by a longshot," she replied. "I could go on for days, but I think your head's big enough as it is."
He stopped the inappropriate thought that ran through his mind before it went any further. "Oh, it is?" She nodded. "And just what are you going to do about it?" he challenged her.
Her laugh was low and seductive. "Make it a little bigger by saying that you're the sexiest man I ever laid eyes on," she replied, leaning forward to brush her lips against his neck and hearing his sharp intake of breath.
"Morgan," he groaned, moving his hand so that it rested against the side of her neck. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
"Mm-hmm," she replied, pulling back slightly. "Why do you think I'm doing this?"
"Don't you think we need to take it a little slower?" he asked.
This time she sat back, disbelief written all over her face. "Leon, am I getting mixed signals here? I thought that after today we were ready to move away from being just friends."
He leaned forwards towards her, trying to take her hands in his but she kept them away from his reach. "We are. It's just that I don't want us going so fast that we'll jump in the bed together and have at it. I need to know if this will prove to be a lasting relationship or if it is just desire that's between us."
She sighed impatiently. "I would've thought you would've figured that out by now," she said, rising to her feet and walking away. "Honestly, waiting to be with you is just like wishing for snow. Both of them will never happen."
Leon watched her disappear towards the house, his heart heavy after hearing her words. Why was he so reluctant to initiate things between them? He wanted her so badly he fairly trembled from it, but maybe that was part of the problem. If he was to ease this ache he had for her, perhaps everything else would fall into place for him. In order to find out how he really felt, was he going to have to take the plunge and have faith in their feelings for one another?
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Oh, the humanity! Will they ever get together?! Hee-hee! Maybe! Thanks for reading and please review!
Wishing For Snow by Shelly
CHAPTER SIX
Soon they were ready to leave in the sportscar that she had found parked near the house. In fact she had almost stepped on it with the Blade Liger since she was so exhausted when they arrived and didn't see it.
She took it easy on the dirt roads, but once on paved roads she revved the engine and flew across the pavement, laughing when she saw Leon hanging on for dear life. They arrived in no time and immediately stopped by the doctor's office who admitted them and looked at Leon's ankle, eventually placing a support boot on his foot and giving him a pair of crutches to use.
Their next stop was a clothing store where Leon picked out a new set of clothes that looked incredibly sexy on him, as well as making him look like a tough warrior, which she had no doubt in her mind he was. She, on the other hand, chose a pair of denim jeans and a comfortable ivory sweater to wear since she wasn't a zoid warrior, and they both wore their new purchases since their current clothes were dirty and torn from battle.
At Morgan's insistance, Leon got his hair cut into a shorter length that suited him much better, and after that she began to notice the heads of various women turning his way whenever they passed. She would glare at them until they turned away, Leon smiling to see her reaction as it pleased him to see it.
Soon they both were hungry, and they stopped in a restaurant to grab a bite to eat. A comfortable silence descended upon them as they enjoyed each other's company. Instead of feeling a desire to go their separate ways, they stayed together and acted like two people who were discovering each other for the first time, which they were.
The waitress brought them their drinks, and Morgan couldn't help but notice that she readily responded to Leon's order but barely paid attention to hers when it was her turn. Strangely enough, she wanted nothing more than to drag him back to the house and show him how she was feeling at this moment. But maybe it was selfish of her to think that way as he may like to have his freedom to see other women once he left her.
Leon saw the troubled expression on her face. "Hey, what are you thinking about? I hope you aren't upset at the way all those women have been acting."
She shrugged as she swirled the liquid around in her glass with her straw. "Just so long as you aren't enjoying it and letting it go to your head."
He looked over at her, seeing her auburn hair tied back in a ponytail with a small amount left out to cascade down her shoulders and a few strands falling loosely around her face. Never had he seen someone so beautiful in all his life, and it was then he realized how much she meant to him. He took her hand in his and held it tightly with both of his. "Morgan, you are the only woman I want to look at me that way as I don't want or need anyone else in my life except you. Those other women don't have anything on you as you are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on."
She was surprised and touched deeply at his confession. "You really think so?" she asked, a smile lurking at the corners of her mouth when she saw him nod as she fought against smiling like a little schoolgirl who has just found out her crush likes her. Thankfully the waitress returned to refill their drinks, and this time it didn't bother her when she got an eyeful of Leon as she knew that he didn't get any satisfaction from it.
She settled her eyes on him after the waitress left, all traces of giddiness gone. "Leon, have you thought about what you will do after you are healed up?" she asked.
He took a drink and leaned forward with hs elbows on the table. "I haven't really thought about it. I left the Blitz team to find out what kind of zoid warrior I was, and instead I found you. Only problem is, I don't have a zoid to fight with and I can't afford to repair the Shield Liger."
She worried at her lower lip with her teeth. "You could have the Blade Liger," she suggested.
His eyes widened. "I couldn't possibly," he breathed.
"Leon, I'm not part of a team, nor am I a free agent warrior like you. What would I possibly do with a zoid like that? Use it as a lawn decoration?"
That brought a smile to his face. "Still, it was your father's. Don't you think you need to keep it?"
"I think my father would want anybody but the Backdraft to have it," she answered. "Besides, it seems suited to you. Maybe you can take it for a run sometime."
He appraised her thoughtfully. "Maybe."
The rest of their lunch passed comfortably, Morgan learning about Leon's family, his sister's firecracker personality and his father's compulsive spending. He told her about Bit and Brad, and about the battles he had fought after leaving the team as well as remembering the first time he had met Bit Cloud.
She couldn't help but wish that she had been there to experience it all with him so she could share in something of his life, but if things progressed as she hoped they would then they would have the opportunity to share in a future together. But there was the problem of him not knowing she had been part of the Backdraft, and if she ever told him then she knew he could easily drop out of that picture.
Soon they finished and stopped by the produce shop to pick up some supplies such as snacks and things to fix for dinner. Then they piled everything into the car and headed back to their hideaway as she liked to think of it. Once there, they put all the groceries where they belonged and laid their remaining packages on the bed.
Morgan gestured for Leon to follow her outside to the gazebo, where she showed him the beauty of the mountains which were tinted gold by the setting sun. They sat there for some time, enjoying each other's company and listening to the breeze playing through the treetops, her eyes on his face the whole time.
"You know, it's no wonder you turned every woman's head today," she said, the words surprising her. "You are quite handsome."
He moved over so that he sat next to her on the bench. "Thank you," he replied, propping his elbow on the frame and laying his head against his fist as he played with a strand of her hair with his other hand.
She moved closer to him. "But not only are you handsome, you're smart, caring, very easy to get along with..."
A single eyebrow raised when he saw a smile spread across her face. "Is that all?"
She shook her head. "Not by a longshot," she replied. "I could go on for days, but I think your head's big enough as it is."
He stopped the inappropriate thought that ran through his mind before it went any further. "Oh, it is?" She nodded. "And just what are you going to do about it?" he challenged her.
Her laugh was low and seductive. "Make it a little bigger by saying that you're the sexiest man I ever laid eyes on," she replied, leaning forward to brush her lips against his neck and hearing his sharp intake of breath.
"Morgan," he groaned, moving his hand so that it rested against the side of her neck. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
"Mm-hmm," she replied, pulling back slightly. "Why do you think I'm doing this?"
"Don't you think we need to take it a little slower?" he asked.
This time she sat back, disbelief written all over her face. "Leon, am I getting mixed signals here? I thought that after today we were ready to move away from being just friends."
He leaned forwards towards her, trying to take her hands in his but she kept them away from his reach. "We are. It's just that I don't want us going so fast that we'll jump in the bed together and have at it. I need to know if this will prove to be a lasting relationship or if it is just desire that's between us."
She sighed impatiently. "I would've thought you would've figured that out by now," she said, rising to her feet and walking away. "Honestly, waiting to be with you is just like wishing for snow. Both of them will never happen."
Leon watched her disappear towards the house, his heart heavy after hearing her words. Why was he so reluctant to initiate things between them? He wanted her so badly he fairly trembled from it, but maybe that was part of the problem. If he was to ease this ache he had for her, perhaps everything else would fall into place for him. In order to find out how he really felt, was he going to have to take the plunge and have faith in their feelings for one another?
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Oh, the humanity! Will they ever get together?! Hee-hee! Maybe! Thanks for reading and please review!