Chapter2. The fire within

Amara settled herself down between two protruding roots of a very large oak tree. With a content smile she propped her book on her leg, and started to draw a volcano, the land mass that she loved as much as a close friend. As she neared the end of her drawing, the sound of a faint tapping sound reached her ears. The sound was erratic, and she racked her brain to figure out just what that sound was. It was familiar to her, she just couldn't put her finger on it. then it hit her it was a sound she heard coming from Kitty quite often, it was the sound of typing. Suddenly the sound stopped, and it was replaced by a voice "Desire burst forth from deep with in Michele as she reached up and grabbed Ricks head, forcing his lips to come down and meet hers", Amara crocked an eyebrow at the sentence, but before she could ponder the sentence any longer the voice spoke again. "I'm making her sound like a bloody desperate ho , no I don't like it", after that the sound of only one key being pressed could be heard, Amara assumed that the line was being deleted.

Amara judged be the strength and how well she could her this voice, that the person it belonged to must be on the other side of the tree. She could also tell that the person was male and had a strong accent, that she couldn't place just yet, before she could ponder on it any longer the voice spoke again. "Michele had never felt desire like this before, she just wanted....no wanted is too strong a word...how about-", Amara spoke up surprising even herself "Wished".

"What?", the voice asked

"Wished, she just wished, it's not too strong and it fits the sentence", she answered. There was silence and Amara could tell that the person was thinking about it.

"Yeah, wished does fit, and it sounds better too, ... thanks"

"my pleasure", Amara answered smiling.

For a while all that could be heard from the other side of the tree was the clack of keys, so Amara started to draw a picture of a camp fire. And was surprised when the voice spoke to her again. "Ok, what do you think of this, Michele had never felt desire like this before, she just wished she could feel what his lips felt like against hers. Going against all her better judgment, she reached up and lowered his head to meet hers. When their lips met she closed he eyes, savoring the feeling of them against hers. She held back a moan as Rick started to respond to her. When Rick deepened the kiss she could no longer hold it back as she let the trapped moan out,...so what do you think?". Amara did not know quite how to respond, she was finding it hard to believe that the voice was reading this to her and wanting to hear her opinion. But the paragraph was good, very good.

"It's... good, very sensual and descriptive, I like it, but Rick is a very cliché name for a guy in a Romance novel, to plain", she answered not liking that her voice faltered at the beginning.

"Well what would you say if I said my name was Rick?" the voice came back sounding offended.

Amara could have slapped herself, 'good going Amara just upset the guy', she thought. "I am sooo sorry, it's not that bad of a name, it's ok really", she said hurriedly, hoping she hadn't upset them too much.

Her fears were squashed, as hysterical laughter could be heard coming from the other side of the tree, "Sorry Shelia, I couldn't resist playing with you a bit, my name's not Rick, but your right Rick is a bit cliché".

Amara was caught between being angry and being relived, but she had to admit when she thought about it, all this little stunt did was make her curious about just who was the person on the other side of the tree. "What is your name?", she asked, surprising herself by blushing slightly, 'well the guy is writing a romance novel', she thought, defending that fact that she blushed .

"why do you want to know it?", the voice came back teasingly

'Is he flirting with me?', she thought "I was just curious, that's all", she answered, not happy with how shy she sounded.

This time faint chucking could be herd from the side of the tree, "The names John, St. john"

"Is saint really part of you name, or are you just trying to impress me John", she asked, shocked that she was flirting with him.

Laughter broke out on the side of the again, "No, I'm not trying to impress you, me mother was actually barmy enough to name me after a saint". Amara smiled at his answer. "Now you know my name, it only fair that you tell me yours".

"My name's Amara", she answered

"'mara"

"No, A-mara"

"That's what I said... 'mara"

Amara let out a low growl at him purposely saying her name like that to annoy her. She thought that John would not be able to hear her growl, but she was wrong , as she herd laughter coming from the other side of the tree. "Well it's nice to know your name an' all 'mara, but it would be nicer to see the face that belongs to it"

"Well you could always came around and look at me"

"Is that an invitation?"

"yes"

Amara was shocked to find that her pulse quickened, as she heard foot steps coming around the tree. She looked up as they came to a stop, and her brown eyes locked with green ones.(AN: Are Pyro's eyes green?).

"Pyro?", she said shocked, that she did not relies it was him. All the new recruits had seen folders on the Alcolits (AN: think I spelt it wrong), and he certainly looked like the fire crazed Australian, with out his goggles or battle outfit.

Johns eyes widened as he recognized her from the battle field, he had never seen what her power was, because she had been told not to power up when he was around by the professor, but he had read a file on her and he knew she could create flame. "You're an x-man", he stated, confirming for her that he was the enemy.

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AN: well I am going to be a bitch and leave it there, but don't worry I intend to write a few more chapters. And I would like to ask all the readers who came up with the idea of Kimy (Kitty and Remy)?, that match it totally out of order in my opinion, but then again I am a big Romey fan. But come on Remy and Kitty.