This is a short one, but Spot's yummy, so yeah!

When Ugly reached the streets again, the sun was setting. She felt strange and unhappy, so she followed it. She followed the sun as it yellowed the sky until she reached the docks. She thought it was strange that every time she visited the docks, the sun was setting. And Spot Conlon's blue eyes were always glowing in the yellow. He was there now, standing on the planks, shooting marbles at bottles lined up along the edge. His back was arched, his arm muscles tight as he pulled and released with deadly accuracy. Pop, pop, pop, the glasses shattered one by one and the shards glistened in the sunlight as the fluttered into the East River.

Ugly watched him, a boy at the edge of a dock lit by the glittering yellow river. He was pretty. The last bottle busted and he wiped his brow and turned. He noticed her and gave her an unsure smile, walking towards her. With the light gushed behind him from the sun's last stand and his sweet, young face, he looked almost angelic. Ugly's breath caught in her throat. He was very, very pretty.

"What are you doin' here?" He asked wryly. He stopped a few feet from her. Ugly could feel his body crackling with some kind of strange energy. What was wrong with her? Maybe it was because she hadn't been with Kyro since their little tiff. Maybe it was because she had been so down in the dumps lately. Either way, her sudden overpowering urge to press her pelvis against his was very disturbing, not to mention inconvenient.

She shrugged. "Nothing official," she croaked. Jeez, this was embarrassing. She cleared her throat. "So, how are you?" She asked. His eyes were boring into her.

"Fine," he responded suspiciously. He continued to look at her. She wished he would stop, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. "You look different," he commented. She'd forgotten about her special attention to hygiene, and the fact that you could pretty much see her nipples through her t-shirt. Opps.

"Yeah?" She responded, not sure what to say.

He nodded. He looked her up and down. Was it just her, or did he pause a little long at her lips? "You look pretty," his voice was slightly husky. His eyes were boring a hole in her, she felt helpless and somewhat damsel-in-distressy. Ugly's ears were ringing. His lips were hanging open.

He was looking at her lips. There was no doubt. Ugly was suddenly very aware that this inexplicable feeling that she was experiencing was mutual. That, for some reason, he was moving closer. So close, she could count his eyelashes, so close she could feel his breath, warm, so close, she could see deep down into the deepest blues in his eyes and the yellow light that reflected there, the yellow light that lived there. His lips were like a soft pillow after a long day. They closed around hers, and held hers. She opened her mouth and let him inside. There mouths played against each other. She liked his mouth. It was sweet and gentle. She wanted to live there. He deepened the kiss and as he pushed against her, she felt the yellow light tingle on her lips and travel down her throat, into her heart. She pushed back, wanting more. She felt drawn to him, and as they kissed she felt his light bond them. He pulled her against him, and the desire was overwhelming. But this time, it brought fear. She pushed him away, suddenly. He stumbled back and looked at her, dazed and surprised. He had a sleepy, stupid look on his pretty face.

"I can't handle this," she sputtered. He stepped toward her, gently. She turned and ran. Her feet pounding across the planks, onto the streets.

"Wait!" He yelled. She ran faster. Her body was buzzing, she wanted to turn around, to run back to him and dissolve in his touch. This was very, very inconvenient.

Will Ugly cede to these perfectly natural procreation urges? (If she doesn't, can I?)

How will Roan feel about that?

How will Kyro feel about there?

Seriously though. Can I?

A bientot, mes amis...