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St John sat at the table in the Acolyte's kitchen, absentmindedly stirring his cereal. Across from him, Remy sat reading the comics, while Piotr was engrossed in the actual news part of the newspaper.

Pyro sighed; normally, he would have already set the papers aflame, just to watch them burn. Today, his thoughts were occupied with a different type of fire.

He had promised not to bother her any more. He had shaken on it. Let no one say that the word of an Allerdyce was less than trustworthy! But he had gotten drunk on his experience of her...Pyro couldn't get enough.

He was addicted to Amara, he admitted it to himself. The feel of her skin, the taste of her lips, the fire that he could feel burning just beneath the surface whenever he touched her...

St John's thoughts were rudely interrupted as Sabretooth plonked himself down to sit at the table. Victor Creed growled, poured himself some Cheerios and started chowing down messily. John found it very hard to concentrate on visions of exquisite beauty when a veritable beast sat noisily masticating about a foot away.

Should I light his fur on fire? Pyro snorted at the mental picture of Sabretooth running around like a chicken with his head cut off because the back of his shirt was consumed by 3-foot flames.

Unfortunately, the snort brought Victor's head around to stare at the suddenly meek and mild Australian. "You got a problem?"

"Uhm, nope, I'm perfectly alroight over here, mate." John gave a weak smile.

Sabretooth growled and sniffed suspiciously. "You're lying and—hey."

"Hey wot?" Pyro fingered his lighter nervously.

"You smell like..." Sabretooth took another deep sniff, "Okay, who's the girl?"

At this, Gambit and Colossus' heads both snapped up, staring intently at Pyro and Sabretooth.

"What's dis? Our very own Pyro has got himself a femme?" Remy asked interestedly, remembering back to the night before last.

"He reeks of pheromones and woman."

"Hey, I took a shower." Pyro protested, feeling very victimized.

"Yeah, well stuff like that takes about twenty-four hours to wear off. Good luck to ya, kid." Sabretooth grunted, gathering up his bowl of cereal and going off to the TV room to eat.

Gambit leaned closer. "So who is it, homme? I'm dyin' to know. Ol' Colossus may not look it, but he's dyin' as well." The Cajun gave the Russian a nudge. Piotr, who had gone back to his newspaper, looked up and nodded.

"Da. I am wondering what girl would be crazy enough to like you, John." Colossus smiled, to soften his words and invite Pyro to share his joke.

"Do I hafta tell?"

"Yes." Remy tapped a card ominously against the table top. "It's only fair, seein' as how you two made me confess 'bout ma Chere."

"That's different."

Gambit was tempted to reply with 'Is not!', but thought better of it. "Tell, mon ami. We only want to know who she is. It's not like we're too interested in de dirty details."

"Alroight." Pyro decided to play along, seeing as how Rogue and Amara were on the same team, Remy had nothing to tease him with.

"She's an X-girl, Amara Aquilla. I ran into her in the park the other day. Now will you leave me alone?"

"Dis Cajun wonders why all dose X-women seem to go for de guys from de ot'er side of de tracks..." Remy mused, then brightened. "Peut-etre it's our amazing looks and bad-boy personalities? What you t'ink, Johnny?"

"I think I'm goin' to bed, mate." John stood up and pushed his soggy cereal away from him.

"Homme, you jus' got out of bed."

"I know. I'm still toired. I'll catch ya later." Pyro headed upstairs.

Amara yawned and stretched luxuriously, enjoying a morning where no early training sessions cut in on her sleeping in. Yellow light spilled into the room from a crack in the curtains; Amara glanced at the alarm clock and settled under the covers even further: 9:30 am. The perfect time to be lazy.

Her room was quiet save for Rahne's breathing in the bed next to her; nobody outside her room or in any other rooms in the mansion seemed to stir.

Amara slowly reached under her bed to retrieve her pen and story; propping her pillow up against the headboard, she sat up and looked at her story. The ink was smudged on the pages due to rainwater, and there were several large splotches of mud on the paper. The memory of what had transpired in the park between herself and St John slowly trickled into her mind, painting her cheeks a bright crimson with every detail.

Last night's supper had gone fine, thanks to Rahne's scent-erasing perfume and careful avoidance of Logan. With luck, nobody except for Rahne, Tabitha and herself would ever know about what had happened. And Pyro had promised never to bother her again.

But after yesterday afternoon, she wasn't really sure if she wanted him to keep that promise. Somehow, her resolve not to give into the Australian's peculiar charms had dissolved; somewhen that afternoon, John's kisses had burned away her barriers.

Amara carefully searched her feelings. What exact emotions did John evoke in her?

Confusion at first; of course.

Passion...her cheeks flamed, and she cursed her readiness to blush. Passion certainly.

And now...in some strange way, attraction had surfaced. But perhaps that attraction had been there from the start; her stubbornness had overruled her other feelings from the beginning.

She remembered back several days before. Yes, she had felt something. Something inside her that had pulled her towards the pyromaniac, something that screamed for a light and warmth to match that of her own soul.

Drawing her knees up to her chin, she rested like that; turning her head to survey the rest of the room. The silence was nearly deafening, seeming to defy the boom box on her dresser and the alarm clock that sat on the table which separated her bed from Rahne's. The door to the bathroom was opened a fraction; light from the unshaded bathroom window invaded the room to meet up with the puddle of golden sunlight that streamed in from the bedroom window.

"I suppose I don't know what to do now." Amara muttered to herself. "I told him to go away...but something in me wants to see him again." She had developed a craving, she realized.

She was addicted to Pyro.

A/N: Poor Amara never gets a break, does she? Oh how I torture her so! Ya gotta love deep, mushy, soul-searchingly long paragraphs ;).

Oh, and for those of you who are sadly not acquaited with la belle langue francaise, here's some translations of Remy.

Homme= man

Femme= woman

Peut-etre= Maybe/Perhaps

There you are! Now, onwards!!!!

StArRy1233: We all love Pyro. Pyro is our friend. He makes insanity look cute!

SperryDee: Well, I think that Pyro will keep his word...for the moment. But now Amara's regretting her actions. Mwahahaa. You know that one of them will have to snap, or else the story wouldn't go anywhere!!

Pietro's Kitten: I had fun writing it lol. As I said before, the characters are wonderful to play with. :)

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