Vaguely Important: Sensitive people may argue this chapter is vaguely mildly... has perhaps sexual references in it? I don't know, something like that. However I just used the word "Sexual" which is more explicitly sexual (in my opinion) then anything in the rest of the chapter, so you're scarred for life now anyway. You might as well read it. Teehee!

A special reply to a review from John:

Thanks for your review! The last person to give me in depth reviews like this singlehandedly killed my old story when they gave up on it. That was my fault really as the story (in hindsight) was awful, but what I'm trying to say is I value peoples' opinions.
(To everyone: I don't want to sound demanding at all, but I'd really love reviews with more detail)
Replies to your points sort of in order: Exams are annoying, I'm glad you found my story instead. I don't know the cliches so I'll cross my claws and just hope I don't offend you. I had already planned for Dragon society to be radically different from that of homo-sapiens, hints on that in this chapter. Your point about Cynder is fair, I have my reasons for this... which I will not divulge here (sorry). You aren't sounding like an ass, I like this.
Beta readers have to be members for over a month, so you might be better making an account now and just not using it until your exams are over. They also need to have published some work of their own before they can Beta read officially, so... yeah... Good luck!
Thanks again!
-4Dragons

Important to me: I have three Spyro writers, and three spyro stories, to thank for this chapter, IronEyes, who is on Wattpad and wrote "The Fallen Shadow" HolyCross9, and his oneshot "Nobody Loves Me Like You Do" and The1upguy, for his story "This broken soul" set to the same song, which I hadn't read until after I wrote this chapter but which still deserves an honorable mention.

These stories all share one thing in common. Aside from me... and Spyro... and Cynder... and- lots of things actually. I'm getting sidetracked.

They all use music to great effect and I hope I can do the same.

Story now:

"I want to apologise for my behaviour earlier." The ice dragoness said to Cynder.

Cynder and Miasma were sitting on one of the rooftops of the Dragon Temple. In the room below them Spyro and Seizo were playing some strange board game Cynder didn't know. The ice dragoness who had spoken approached the pair.

Cynder had cried for an entire hour after she had defeated the five dragons who had challenged her. She'd cried first in sorrow, for the earth dragoness Flora, whom she had come close to killing in an instinctive counterattack. Her flood of tears hadn't topped there however.

She'd cried in relief over her success. She'd cried with gratitude, gratitude for Spyro, his gentle voice quieted her as he spoke kindly; his warmth gave her hope as he held her close. She was so lucky to have him.

Finally Cynder had cried in shame, shame over her prideful and violent nature, shame about everything that she'd ever done wrong. She'd cried in shame for a long time.

Cynder had felt better eventually; everyone needs to cry once in a while. Her natural strength and calm had slowly returned to her until eventually she felt brave enough to stop clinging to Spyro for comfort. He hadn't let her go, and she hadn't wanted him too, but she was able to talk and think like a normally functioning dragoness after she'd been given time to recover.

She was a bit embarrassed about it all. Cynder liked to think that she wasn't really the type of dragon to break down like that, she could look after herself. It was all over now though, Cynder was back in control.

Now Cynder felt relief, and not a small amount of satisfaction. She'd kept her Spyro, and beaten five dragons of her age in a single fight, all without any magic. She had tested her skills to the limits, and she had won. Cynder enjoyed challenges, she doubly enjoyed overcoming them.

The four dragons had found a tower room in the Dragon Temple to spend the rest of the day. Class had wisely been cancelled by Master Reon, after Cynder had rendered half of his students comatose.

Now one of those students approached Cynder and Miasma and joined them on the rooftop. The ice dragoness was uncertain of her welcome, but determined to make up for the offence she was sure she'd caused.

"What we did to you was simply cruel, I behaved in a most unladylike fashion towards you and I want to apologise on behalf of myself and my friends."

"You can sit; I accept your apology… um." Cynder didn't know the dragoness's name.

"Cyria, niece to the ice guardian Cyril and apprentice Ice Guardian. I'm sure you've heard all about our noble lineage." The Ice dragoness smiled to show she was joking. Cynder had already developed some respect for the dragoness, and added a touch of liking when she heard her friendly teasing towards her uncle's pompousness. Cyria sat with the other two dragons gratefully.

"I also behaved badly Cyria, and I'm sorry I did."

"Not towards me you didn't, you fought with fairness and amazing skill. I'd like to learn about your fighting style some time, it was nothing like Dragon Standard style or anything we've learnt in the academy."

"I made it up; it's designed to accentuate my specific element combination, it's a lot weaker without wind element, but still useable."

"That's amazing. I'm sorry if I've intruded, but I felt I had to come and apologise to you as soon as possible. I'd also like to apologise for my part in what happened years ago when you left Warfang. You don't have to forgive me for that one, but I'd like to be friends with you, or at least not enemies. I won't bother you two anymore, so I'll go."

Cyria turned to leave.

"Why did you actually challenge me, and why choose to fight me alone? I didn't understand your reasons." Cynder asked.

"I wanted to see if you were strong enough to deserve Spyro, he's a dragon worth fighting for. I was trying to prove a point, it wasn't personal."

"Everybody seems to be in love with Spyro." Cynder said.

"Yes, I'd say that's true, he's the hero of legend after all, the sixteenth law of power and all that. I want what's best for him, and now I think that it might be you. You win Cynder, although Ember may not see it that way."

"I don't get why she hates me." Cynder said sadly.

"She doesn't hate you, she just thinks she does. Maybe just take some time to think about it."

"We can be friends." Cynder said.

"Thanks. I'll see you around I expect." Cyria leapt off the rooftop and glided down towards the city.

"You don't talk much." Cynder said to Miasma.

"I didn't have anything to add to the conversation. I prefer to talk one on one." Miasma explained, and then she smiled lightly. "Normally I'm quite- How did Seizo put it? Chatty."

"Do you want to chat?" Cynder asked. "While our boyfriends can't overhear us?"

After all it had been Miasma who had led her away from the other two dragons, perhaps to talk alone.

"Um, yes." The green dragoness said nervously. "It's a bit strange, trying to think of Seizo as my boyfriend."

Cynder pictured the bespectacled earth dragon, he was certainly unusual. She thought he had potential to make a good mate, but she'd only known him for a day so couldn't really judge. Miasma tried to explain, "Girl talk" was awkward for her.

"I've liked him for ages, but I have nobody to really talk to. I just don't know if we can have that kind of… relationship. I've never had a boyfriend before."

"He seems like a really nice dragon, and if you like him then I don't see anything wrong. What's troubling you?"

"Please don't get mad." The dragoness said.

"I won't get mad. What would I get mad about?" Cynder asked, sensing an imminent confession.

Miasma hesitated and looked away shyly.

"I have a crush on Spyro."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry, I can't help it, He's yours but... I love Seizo, I do, but isn't the fact that there's someone else just… wrong?"

"I don't know. I've never really liked anyone else. Does everyone in Warfang have a crush on Spyro?"

"Nearly everyone, even some of the boys do." Miasma laughed slightly. "He's just so…" she trailed off.

Heroic, handsome, powerful, kind, funny, smart, understanding and courteous, if a bit awkward at times; he was also perfect and amazing in general. Cynder made a mental list, but decided not to share it. Spyro was everything a dragoness could want.

"I don't think that it's wrong. Dragons take multiple mates all the time, both males and females can do it, we aren't like moles with their silly one mate customs and "marriages". As long as you properly love Seizo then… um..." Cynder ran out of advice, she had no idea what she was even trying to explain.

"You aren't helping." Miasma said with a gentle giggle.

"Tell me about Seizo. I heard he asked you out with a note in code." Miasma nodded in embarrassment and smiled.

"He's amazing, really amazing. He's been my friend since we first met. I couldn't decide if I loved him or Spyro for so long, then he made the most romantic note and… well, I really like them both but Seizo is my boyfriend, if that makes sense."

"I think so."

"He really is amazing. Volteer and Spyro are brilliant, maybe even genius, I guess we're both smart enough too, but Seizo is something else. He's unlike any dragon I've met; he's in a world of his own. They're playing chess now; Spyro is the only one who even comes close to challenging him in that game. We can go and watch, it'll demonstrate what I'm saying."

"I think we've both won the boyfriend lottery, I feel like Seizo really cares for you. Just go with it and see where he takes you. That's what I'm doing."

"Is it working?"

"It's been about… thirty hours… since Spyro asked me on a date, so far it's gone pretty well. Unless you count the fight, but that wasn't Spyro's fault."

"I'll keep that in mind. I take it back; you've helped me a lot Cynder."

"I'm glad." Cynder smiled and the two dragons circled off the roof to re-join their respective boyfriends.

Chess was a game played on a square board of black and white checked squares. The board was fifteen by fifteen squares. Cynder did the maths in her head. One hundred and fifty plus seventy five squares made two hundred and twenty five squares if she had calculated right.

There were little dragon, mole and wolf pieces on the board, most were white, and Spyro controlled those ones. There were a few black pieces, mostly dragons, which belonged to Seizo.

"I start with only half of my pieces; it's a handicap so that Spyro has some advantage, against anyone else I start with even less." Seizo explained to Cynder. "I'm not actually losing."

"This isn't actual chess, it's a modified version." Miasma said. She looked over the board. "You are losing Seizo, quite badly."

"This chess version is better than "actual chess" it's just less popular because it adds about sixty new rules. It's a deeper game in a strategic sense, and therefore I like it better." Seizo explained to Cynder. "And I tell you I'm not losing."

Seizo moved a piece; Spyro moved a piece to take it.

"I meant for that to happen." Seizo said.

"Sure." Spyro smiled.

Cynder watched the two dragons play, Seizo took his turns very quickly, and he was willing to let Spyro take out many of his few pieces as he tried to take just one of Spyro's pieces.

"If the king piece is taken then the game is over." Miasma said. "That's what he's aiming for."

Spyro paused to consider his moves carefully, and played defensively, trying to make sure that no matter what Seizo did it worked to his advantage in some way. He had to keep moving his king out of danger, but he took several of Seizo's pieces in quick succession. The green dragon had few pieces left now. Seizo made a move, Spyro frowned at it.

"That's a bad move. Why didn't you leave it there? If you can't take my king with your last pieces then you've left yourself completely open."

"That's because I expect to take your king with this attack, Spyro." Seizo said with complete confidence.

"You don't have a plan B?"

"Having a plan B indicates a lack of faith in plan A. I can assure you that plan A is sufficient for defeating you, my friend."

"He's joking right?" Cynder whispered to Miasma.

"No, Seizo really thinks that way, just watch."

"I can see no way for you to win now." Spyro said with a smile. He moved his king one more time and then on his next turns he trapped and crushed the rest of Seizo's best pieces. "Plan A failed." Spyro said.

"The frontal assault wasn't plan A, it was a distraction from my real plan, meant to position your king in the right spot, and it was meant to fail. I don't have a plan B, I didn't need one. Look closely Spyro."

Spyro looked at the board carefully.

"I don't get it."

Seizo moved a piece that had stayed at the back of the board. Spyro stared.

"Ah, I missed that."

"Good game." Seizo grinned, Spyro grinned back. Cynder looked at the two friends, she and Miasma had absolutely hit the boyfriend jackpot. The other girl smiled at her, and she knew they were thinking the same thing.

"Where are you taking me Spyro?" Cynder asked curiously. The two dragons walked through the streets of Warfang, Spyro was leading her somewhere.

"There's a reason I was a bit late to class earlier. I nearly messed up our date last night, and I wanted to surprise you this time."

"Are we going on another date?" Cynder asked happily, she touched tails with Spyro, and he curled his tail over hers.

"Yes." Spyro said. The two dragons stopped outside a restaurant. "And this time I booked ahead." Spyro said with pride.

"I feel pampered." Cynder purred. Spyro smiled at her.

"I love you, Cynder."

"I love you too Spyro."

The food was excellent, the two dragons drank from delicate champagne glasses, it was something alcoholic, Cynder decided, as she used her long reptilian tongue to lick drops out of the bottom of the glass. Presumably some kind of wine, she didn't care, the couple were old enough to drink alcohol and they had only ordered one glass anyway. Cynder didn't recall exactly what they ate, meat with salt and spice and a side of salad most likely. Her memory was selective, and it was focused on the way that the light of the candle flickered over Spyro's purple scales as the two dragons talked.

Cynder was torn between looking at the love in Spyro's eyes and the beauty of his body, it was impossible to put out of her head how attractive Spyro was. His noble grace, lean strength, she was repeating herself now.

The black dragoness sensed that Spyro was having similar thoughts; she felt his brilliant purple eyes caress the curves of her body and carefully measure every one of her angles and edges. She posed slightly and allowed Spyro to gaze at her. Cynder didn't even pretend that she wasn't enjoying the way that he looked at her; she was enjoying it a great deal.

"What is it about me that you love?" Cynder had to ask, she was completely certain that Spyro would come up with a satisfactory answer, but she wanted to hear it anyway.

"This is one of those "Dragoness Questions" that Volteer warned me about. You didn't use one last night." Spyro said in slight dismay.

"Dragoness Questions? What did he say about them?" Cynder asked curiously.

"He said: There isn't a correct response, so hope that she doesn't ask one, but if she does then just remind yourself that you love her, because it's Cynder. Then cross your claws and bumble through. Follow your heart, and she'll probably not be offended."

"I can imagine Volteer saying that." Cynder said, while inside she was thinking about how very sweet the response was. She hadn't realised males had a term for female posed questions like this one. "So what do you love about me?"

Spyro crossed his claws and bumbled through.

"I love your eyes, I did from the moment I first met you. They're full of pride but also sadness. Your eyes express your emotions and their emerald colour is beautiful.

"I love how you talk and how you walk and fly. How you do everything that you do with grace and style."

Spyro was on a roll now, realizing that his mind was full of things to love about Cynder and very pleased to list them.

"I love your kindness and your good heart. I love your skilfulness and power and your intelligence and your wit. I love how you smile as you listen to me try to explain what I love about you."

Cynder laughed; inside she was delighted with the answer. She was as vulnerable to flattery as any other dragoness, if not slightly more so due to her pride. She discovered, happily, that she was particularly affected when it was Spyro who was praising her.

"It's your turn Cynder." Spyro said with a gentle smile.

"I don't think that the game works that way." Cynder said flirtatiously.

"It does now, I made a new rule." Spyro replied.

"You're the most handsome dragon in Warfang for starters." Cynder said immediately.

"Looks aren't allowed, to prove that you're being genuine. But I would have said something like that about you too, if it was allowed." Spyro smiled.

"Am I being shallow?" Cynder laughed. "I'll answer properly then." She took a moment to gather her thoughts.

"I love the way you made a new rule just then. I love the way you always do your best in everything you do and the way that you always do so amazingly well at everything you do your best in. I love you for your kindness, and the way you've always believed in me and treated me well even before I fell in love with you, you were kind to me. You always do everything that you can, you're considerate and I… I'm stuck; I'm not making any sense am I?" Cynder finished awkwardly.

Spyro looked at her for a moment, and then he leant across the table and kissed her. Cynder closed her eyes, feeling only ecstasy and the touch of Spyro's mouth on hers. The two sensations were rather similar, and both were wonderful.

Kissing Spyro seemed to have only gotten better since their last full kiss, the previous night. Cynder idly wondered if Spyro actually had gone to Volteer for kissing practice. The thought amused her.

Spyro was trying to figure Cynder out, seeing how other dragons worked came naturally to him; Cynder wasn't quite so easy to understand. Cynder's pride was both her strength and her weakness, she'd hurt herself more than the other dragons had hurt her by tearing herself up with regret. Now, however, they were talking and she was smiling and she fascinated him.

The two dragons sat and talked and flirted, and kissed a bit more too, for almost an hour. Cynder found it so easy to be herself around Spyro, any moment when her confidence faltered in the slightest Spyro's voice echoed in her head.

"I love you, Cynder"

Being the Purple Hero had its advantages; Spyro had been spoilt for choice when he was deciding where in Warfang he wanted to live. If he'd asked he'd probably have been allowed to make his home in the guardian's meeting chamber. If he'd really wanted to choose anywhere he would more likely have chosen the library reading rooms. Being a realistic dragon Spyro had chosen neither of those places. Instead he had selected a pleasant room on the west side of the city. It was a central location, near the Dragon Temple and by extension both the library and the meeting chambers, but detached from the main thoroughfares where Warfang's citizens gathered. Spyro liked having a certain level of privacy.

There was no direct landing path into Spyro's quarters, one had to enter a side street and go through a short tunnel through the rock to visit his room. There were a few other rooms in the same area, but as Spyro told Cynder on their way these were mostly empty. Dragons as a whole preferred to be more communal creatures then Spyro as an individual was, largely due to their tendency to raise all their eggs in one hatching room under the best possible care, dragon society was quite different from that of the other races they shared their world with. Most of the dragons lived on the northeast side of Warfang.

"Would you like to come in?" He asked. Cynder nodded.

"I'd love to."

"I'm sorry if it's a bit messy." Spyro said in embarrassment.

"There's one single book on the floor, Spyro." She looked around. Spyro scooped the book up and put it on a shelf. "This is a long way from messy."

"I guess so. The bathroom door is open too."

"It's very neat." Cynder said as Spyro nudged the bathroom door closed.

Spyro's home was made up of two rooms; Cynder dubbed the first one the living room, which suited it fine. It contained a simple bed and an assortment of books, as well as a few small personal items of Spyro's. There was one moderately messy part of the room, a nest like section set in an alcove, which contained a number of sketches of dragonflies and dragons, a heap of small pillows and, on top of the pillow pile, what Cynder believed was possibly a half-eaten marshmallow.

There were a number of narrow windows high on the rooftop, large enough to let in light, Cynder saw glimpses of the stars through them now.

Cynder nosed around in the bathroom for a moment out of curiosity before going to examine the sketches in the alcove.

"Did Sparx draw these?" She asked in quiet amazement.

"Yes he did." Spyro said, joining her and quickly putting the marshmallow in the rubbish chute.

"I wouldn't have thought of Sparx as being the drawing type." Cynder examined what was clearly a recreation of Spyro in flight, rather impressed.

"Nobody ever does. Still everyone needs a hobby, and it stops him annoying me while I read." Spyro said with a smile. "Do you have a hobby?" Spyro asked. Cynder shrugged.

"I'm not sure." She said. She'd spent a great deal of her time away from Warfang developing efficient ways to kill things, but this didn't seem like the most romantic of pastimes to bring up around a dragon you were hoping to bed.

There was simply no tiptoeing around it, Cynder wanted to spend the night with Spyro, and sleep was not high on her agenda. She felt lustful when she looked at him, recalling the sensation of his kiss and touch woke primeval emotions which filled her mind. More than this, however, was the simple fact that Cynder enjoyed being around Spyro, he made her feel happy.

Cynder felt she could go mad thinking about him. What if he didn't like her, or wasn't ready to commit like… it was embarrassing to even think about it while Spyro was in the room. At least there was no chance of Cynder getting pregnant. Dragon females were only fertile for four months in every forty eight, effectively is once every four years. That was one less worry, which left Cynder with only around a million to deal with.

It had been irrational of Spyro to hope that Cynder would say she enjoyed exotic dancing and proceed to give him a demonstration, his rational mind told him it was a stupid notion, but he was still slightly disappointed. He cast around for a topic that would put Cynder in a romantic mood, or perhaps an even more intimate one.

He wanted to take her as his mate, if she was willing.

Spyro had fancied some dragonesses before, passingly. He'd always find something about them that was just off putting, arrogance, selfishness, carelessness, pushiness, just something. Cynder had never been like that, she'd been his friend and partner first, and their relationship had grown entirely through their own choice. He knew her well, but she was still a mystery to him, Cynder was special.

Cynder quickly went through the skills she had that might impress Spyro. She was good at hunting, fighting, being stealthy, flying… maybe singing? Cynder could perform a three part harmony with herself using her wind magic, she liked singing. She was about to say her hobby was singing and then sing Spyro a love song, she knew the perfect song for him, when she had another idea.

"What skills do you have that you're proud of?" Spyro asked. He felt that he knew relatively little about what Cynder had done while they had been apart, more of their conversation until now had been about Warfang, and Spyro resolved to ask her about her own experiences.

"Therapeutic massage." Cynder declared and Spyro was momentarily blindsided.

"You what?" He had some difficulty processing what she'd said.

"It's something Imperia taught me to do, although I'm a little out of practice now, but I know all of the dragon pressure points both for combat and massaging. I also know most of the basic techniques."

There was a moment of pregnant silence.

"Can I try to massage you?" Cynder asked.

"Yes! That is, sure, if you're okay with it." Spyro said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.

"Could you rest on the bed?" Cynder asked. Spyro did as instructed.

Cynder prodded him.

"That was short." Spyro joked. Cynder rolled her eyes.

"I just need to find your pressure points, until now I've only ever done this for one dragon. What feeling does this give you?" Cynder prodded him again.

"It tickles." Spyro wriggled slightly.

"This?"

"Ow."

"Okay, I think I've got it." And then Cynder leapt up and landed on Spyro's back.

"Heavy." Spyro said without thinking. Cynder jabbed him in the ribs for that.

"Never use that word to describe a dragoness. You should know that Spyro."

"Right, sorry. You're deceptively slim, it explains why you're so strong, I suppose it's a result of your fitness and-"

"Keep talking for another jab." Cynder warned Spyro, but she spoke playfully.

"Nevermind." Spyro muted himself.

Cynder used her wings to balance on Spyro, but they were barely necessary for her, her balance was excellent. She stepped forwards once, then back again before beginning to perform her massage. Spyro sighed in pleasure; Cynder felt proud seeing his reaction. Spyro was letting her literally walk all over him, she liked it.

Authors Note: Hi, sorry to interrupt. I won't do this often, but I have a request for you. No matter who you are, you must play this song right now. It'll complete the scene. This Youtube link may even work:

watch?v=6dFbZ1jvq_U

It's a love song of course, from Dawn of the Dragon. If you know it, that's great, but put it on anyway. Please. Ok. thanks.

Spyro closed his eyes in bliss; Cynder began to hum a song for him, imitating gentle instrumental flawlessly. Spyro knew the song, it was called Guide You Home, he hummed it with her and Cynder smiled at the way his body buzzed under her paws. She began to sing, she knew all the words to the beautiful song.

"This is the darkest night, Stars have all faded away.

"Quiet upon this world

Spyro could only listen in silent amazement as Cynder harmonized the instrumental and the vocals at the same time. It was a truly incredible skill that he'd never even imagined.

"Through the clouds there is a light

"We will find our way

Spyro joined her, he knew the chorus perfectly and after all it was a two dragon song. Cynder felt almost as if she was dreaming as the couple sang together.

"I would die for you, cross the sky for you

"I will send out a light burning for you alone

"You're all I need

"You set me free

"And this fire will guide you… home.

"I don't know the lyrics" Spyro admitted after the chorus, Cynder heard him and she somehow added a voice that was almost identical to his own to her set; she amazed him. He sang quietly along with her as he recalled parts of the lines of his part.

"There is an open door

"Somehow it feels so familiar

"We have been here before

Spyro joined her again gladly as he recalled the words.

"Through this old forgotten fight

"There must be a way

The dragons sang louder as they reached the chorus.

"I would die for you

"cross the sky for you

"I will send out a light burning for you alone

"you're all I need

"to set me free

"and this fire will guide you… home

Spyro lost his place again. He's always been unsure on this bit, but now when he heard Cynder sing it he finally heard the lyrics perfectly.

"Where our hearts are wide o-open

"Where our bond is unbro-oken

Spyro sang along with her again, gently this time.

"I would die for you, cross the sky for you

"I will send out a light burning for you alone

"I would die for you, cross the sky for you

"I will send out a light burning for you alone

"You're all I need

"to set me free

"SPYRO!?" The incredulous yell cut through the dragons' duet. Cynder was so startled that she lost her music; the silence was sudden and surprisingly empty after the song. A Surprisingly Un-Welcome Disruption hovered his way in through one of the windows and circled the room.

"What… is going?" Sparx's eye twitched as he tried to express his bewilderment.

"Sparx!" Spyro exclaimed, jumping to his feet, forgetting that Cynder was perched on his back.

Cynder yelped in surprise, but didn't fall. She felt tall from atop Spyro, and she glared down at Sparx for interrupting the moment.

"Sorry Cynder!" Spyro exclaimed again, looking up to see that she was okay. She looked down at him with annoyance.

"Sparx, what are you doing here?" Spyro said irritably.

"I sleep here, buddy, or did you forget that when you brought your creepy girlfriend back to our home? " Sparx asked with incredulity.

Spyro didn't have an immediate response to that, but after a moment he decided on one.

"When you bring your girlfriend here I don't make a fuss! Don't make double standards Sparx."

"Yeah well May isn't creepy, plus we're dragonflies' dude, small creatures, and you guys are huge and noisy and she probably snores or something."

Cynder hopped off Spyro's back and landed lightly next to him. "I don't snore." She informed Sparx, making it sound more like a threat than a comment.

"Yep, well, nope. I'm gone, have fun with Nightmare Girl." And then Sparx left them in peace, or more accurately he left them annoyed. Cynder sighed.

"He's unbelievable. And I forgot to tell him he draws well."

"There's always next time." Spyro said.

"Hopefully next time isn't too soon." Cynder muttered. Then she smiled at Spyro. "Would you like me to continue?"

"Actually I want to return the favour." Spyro said with a smile, his meaning was clear enough. Cynder felt excitement surge through her; she tried to keep her tone neutral.

"Do you know how to do a massage?"

"No." Spyro admitted. And then he took hold of Cynder and she let him and he gently laid her down on the bed. "I was going to improvise." He kissed her exposed throat gently and her senses went wild. Cynder lay back and looked up at Spyro with love.

"Improvise away."

"Everything exists only for one reason: Your reason."

-4Dragons