Chapter 9. The fire within

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"No!", Amara cried, throwing another item of clothing aside.

It was six o'clock, she had already had her shower, and was currently wrapped in a towel. She stood deep in her wardrobe, looking for the perfect out fit. 'this is ridicules, I shouldn't be fussing over my appearance this much'.

She needed help and someone else's opinion. But who could she ask?, if she asked for help then she would have to tell them she was going on a date, and if she told them that then they would want to know with who. There was only one other option.

"Rogue!", she called spying the Goth walk past her room. Rogue froze and turned to see Amara in her towel ware. Rogue stared at her waiting for an explanation. "Umm... I sort of have a date, and I was wondering if you would help me?"

Rogue's eyes widened, she had never been asked to do something like this in her life, she was shocked, and flattered that she was being asked. "You want me to help you?", she asked thinking she may have heard wrong. "I mean-", Rogue paused in her speech to gesture to herself "-come on look what I wear, it's a bit different from your style"

"I just need a bit of help, your opinion would just be good enough", Amara pleaded.

"Umm, ok"

she entered shutting the door as she went. The two girls then sifted through Amara's clothes. Rogue believed that since it was Pyro she was going out with, that she should wear the warm colours. Amara thought about that, and agreed with rogue. from there they both decided on a denim mini skirt, and a strapless red sequined top, that stopped just short of were her skirts waist band, showing a slight midriff.

Amara looked in the mirror, "I'm not sure, I think I'm showing too much skin"

"Sugar, if ya got skin to show then show it, besides your have a wonderful skin colour, be grateful it's not porcelain white, and it's not like you have a terrible figure", Rogue crossed her arms, and said this all in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Umm, thanks", Amara said tacking all the Goth had said as a compliment.

"What about my hair and shoes?", Amara asked, as she noticed the Goth was leaving, Rogue stopped at the door and turned.

"Leave it down guys love long hair, and wear heals with the skirt", with that said she left.

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John stood out side of Bayville club, waiting for Amara. He couldn't believe it took him as long as it did for him to get ready. He was clad in a orange shirt that matched the colour of his hair, and baggy jeans that had flames painted on them leaping up from the bottoms of them. Leaning against the wall he waited.

The sound o heals came to his ears, and he looked up. 'Wow!', he thought trying not to gape at the exotic beauty that stood in front of him. Her mocha skin was shining with gold dust that she had scattered on it, and the skin, oh she was showing plenty of it. his eyes traveled from her sparkling hair and shoulders, down to her thin waist that was just showing, then on to her beautifully shaped legs that were held taught with the height of her shoes.

John cleared his throat trying to concentrate. "How did you get hear luv?"

"Umm, I walked, I didn't want to ask for a lift incase they got suspicious", Amara said looking down, only too well aware of the way John was staring at her.

"What!, Sheila you walked down he at night looking like that?!"

"umm,yeah"

John let out a frustrated sigh, "We'll talk about that latter, lets just get inside"

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The club was loud. Amara felt like covering her ears, but instead she let John lead her to a booth over in a corner hidden away, from most peoples views. Amara sat down and John asked if she wanted a drink, John took her order and headed for the bar, leaving Amara, to survey the scenery around her.

The club was packed, with people both on and off the dance floor. Those on the dance floor came in and out of view as the neon lights came on and off, so that you only caught their moments in fragments, making even the worst dancer look like a pro., it was a very cool effect. She looked towards the bar, to search for John, she found him and was not surprised to see that she was not the only female in the club that had noticed him, as john received many lustful glances that he was unaware of.

He soon returned with her drink and sat down opposite her.

"You look absolutely beautiful Sheila", he stated as soon has he took hi seat.

Amara smiled, "You don't look so bad your self", John smiled, "I meant to ask before, but how is your book going?"

"It's nearly finished, couple more chapters and she'll be ready for the publishers", Amara nodded taking in his answer "So luv, know this is going to sound lame but, tell me about your self"

Amara told John about her home, her family, her title as princess, with really had him surprised, as he almost chocked on his drink at that news. She told him about her mutation, how it worked, what it felt like, when it manifested. She told him as much as she could to let him know her more. When she had told him all she could think of, she asked him the same question. He told her about life in Australia, his family, his mutation, and his general likes and dislikes. By the time they had finished, it was eight thirty, and they hadn't even hit the dance floor yet.

"Want to dance?", Amara asked, tacking the initiative.

"That why were at a club aint it", John said while standing. He offered his hand to her, which she happily took. He lead her out to the dance floor. The song playing was Beyonce's naughty girl. Not exactly a song John could dance to. Amara realized this, and a wicked grin crossed her face.

If its one thing Amara could do it was dance. She danced a lot when no one was around in her room, and she knew how to dance dirty. Tacking advantage of the situation, she started to move her hips in time to the music, in the most sensual many she could. John watched as the exotic princess in front of him swayed her hips. He tried not to stair at her too intently, but Amara was not making it easy. Amara realized John was struggling, but all that did was make her tease him more.

She closed her eyes as she ran her hands up the side of her body to intertwine with her hair. She enjoyed having this power over him. John had realized by now that she was teasing him, but had no problem with it at all. she slowed her movements, and came closer to him. She lent her head over so she could whisper in his ear. "Want to see something special" she breathed in his ear. John tried hard not to shudder all over, at the feeling of her breath ticking his neck. Not trusting his voice he nodded in reply. With that said Amara placed, her hands on his shoulders, and dropped , running her hands down his front, and also rubbing her torso against him. She came back up only to turn, so her back was to him, dropping again, this time rubbing her rear up and down his body, this time placing her hand on his hips following her down as she went.

This was pure torture for John, what ever restraint he had over himself was fast fading. He had to admit the girl knew how to dance, the dance floor was like her territory, and she was dominating him completely. She was facing him once more, like predator, he grabbed her, bring her as close to him as he could. Amara's widened, as she realized how much her dancing had aroused him. John bent forward and whispered and whispered in her ear this time, "I wouldn't do that if I were you luv, you mighten' be safe from me". Amara felt the blood come to her face, brining her inner fire closer to her skin, the last thing she needed was to spontaneously combust on the dance floor. "John", she breathed meekly, but loud enough for him to hear, "Stop holding me like that I'll loose control of my powers, and as much as I want to, I don't think this is the best place to burst into flame". John loosened his hold, so that she was not as close, but did not let her stray any further from him. He felt it when she had blushed, and the heat coming from her was incredibly intoxicating for him.

They continued dancing until Amara realized it was nine thirty, and that she should be getting back to the institute.

"I cant believe you walked to the club", John said as he accompanied her to the institute. "I mean when your dressed, like that, any guy could have come along and tried to take advantage of you"

"John, it's not like a helpless damsel, I'm quite sure a guy would have a hard time holding me down, when I can burn his hands off with ease, and the way I'm dressed would not make much of a difference if someone like that came along, besides I didn't hear you complaining about the way I looked at the club", Amara fired back.

"And- ", Amara was about to defend her self again, when she was cut off, as John pulled her off the rode to the mansion. Pushing her up against a tree, he bought his mouth down on hers greedily, willing her to respond. The action had taken Amara by surprise, but she recovered quickly, kissing him back. John's hands were restless, moving up and down her slender body. Everywhere his hands touched, Amara could feel the fire rise beneath her skin, trying to connect with the fire manipulator. Amara couldn't help it, as a moan escaped her. John took this as a signal, and deepened the kiss. He reached out with his powers to connect with hers. When he had, he pulled on hers, willing them closer to the surface. Amara's hands found their way to John's neck, she could feel the heat she was giving off rise dramatically. It was John's turn to moan, as Amar's hands traveled up into his hair, intertwining, and pulling his head down further. John smiled into the kiss, as he gave a great pull on her powers. The flames leaped out of her skin, but they did not bother the fire resistant Australian. The fact that her flames were bared, only increased Johns excitement. He now kissed her demandingly. Amara met his demand , kissing him back just as passionately. John eventually broke the kiss, for much needed air. He slowly backed away from her lust still present in both of their eyes.

Amara closed her powers off once again, returning to her flustered normal form.

"Well luv, (pauses for breath intake)... I'm sure you cane manage the last few meters to the mansion.... It's best that I don't stay with you longer", he said glancing up towards the mansion. "Goodnight, I'll go and take a cold shower now", he said in a dazed, matter-of-fact tone. Amara couldn't help smiling at his comment.

She watched as John descend down the hill for a while before, making her own way up to the mansion, a dazed smile still present on her lips.

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AN: Tar dar, another chapter filled with so much sexual tension, that you could almost cut it. But I have another story to tell happy readers of my fanfiction. Today at school my buyfriend had to leave half way through the day to go to college, for a computer course he is enrolled in, so I decided to walk him to the gate. I was saying really sweet stuff to him, I listed all the stupid thing he had done in the time that we had been going out together, and he looked like he was getting kind of annoyed as I listed everything, but then I ended it all with a "but I still love you anyway". He smiled at me, and reached out for me, so we hugged (just hugged I swear, honest). It was a tender moment and I was really enjoying it. And then this teacher comes up Mr Inch ( which is probably the length of his.. Twinkie). And I believe the conversation went something like this.

"Guys, this is school grounds, if your going to make out do it in private".

I tried to tell him that we weren't kissing, and that we were just hugging, and that it probably only looked that way from where he was standing, but he cut me off.

"This is not a bedroom, you do that sort of thing on your own time not mine"

now that comment really pissed me off. "This is not a bedroom", this tool had just ruined a tender moment, and was falsely accusing us. My boyfriend was uncomfortable by then, even though we were not at fault, but the teacher would not hear us out, so he just turned said see ya and left for college at a very fast pace.

I went away fuming, muttering obscenities under my breath, very close to wanting to decapitate the teacher, for embarrassing us so much, jumping to conclusions, and being a general wanker.

Now I'm sorry if this story just bored all you readers out there, but I just needed to tell someone, and the internet seemed like a good place to start.

Thanks to all who reviewed :

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