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Valentines Day Special #1

Cinderblaze

Your Eyes… They're Bluer Than The Mid Summer Sky

"Blue," Leon blurted when he managed to pull his gaze away from the new girl's eyes, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

The new girl tilted her head slightly to one side as she gazed at the popular blonde through pretty blue eyes, "what?"

"Your eyes," Leon said, trying to smooth over his blurting out the first word that had come to mind, "they're blue."

The new girl blinked and tensed before she smiled slightly despite that she didn't want to. Changing sports teams and schools hadn't been her idea, and she still wasn't sure about it. "I know they are," she said, her tone as confident as ever but held a hint of confusion. "What about it?"

Leon toed at the grass of the soccer field, feeling heat go to his face, "they're pretty," he said a little shyly before regaining some confidence and looking at her with a semi dazzling smile, "you're beautiful, you know that?"

The new girl's lips quirked into a genuine smile, displaying her white teeth in the process, "I do now, thank you Leon."
Leon smiled even as their coach blew the whistle to begin the practice game, "you're welcome, Cynthia right?"
Cynthia smiled at him and stretched out a hand for him to shake, "yeah, Cynthia Lawson, I'm apparently called the new girl as well."
"I don't know, I think I like Cynthia better," Leon smiled and shook her hand, "doesn't it mean strong and beautiful?" He smiled a little sheepishly, "cause that's what I see in you."
Cynthia laughed, "such a charmer, I'm not sure, I've never looked my name up before so I have no idea."

Leon grinned, "come on Cyndy," he tested the name out, it felt fitting as the syllables rolled off of his tongue, "show me what you can do Newbie."
"Out here on the field?" Cynthia said before she gained a slightly mischevious smirk, "alright, Oh Great One, eat my dust." She then spun on her heel and raced off down the soccer field, her black ponytail flying behind her in the process.

A grin spread across Leon's face and chased after her, running toward the new girl with a grin on his face.

BriarFeather

My Family of Rascals

Bree - 22

Jay - 21

Jay blinked and gave her a confused look, "you stayed here in this room for three days?" He echoed in confusion, staring at the brunette sprawled on her bed with a technology-related magazine because she was bored at the current moment.

"Pretty much," Bree shrugged, her amber eyes moving from left to right as she read different articles at her fast reading speed. "You've been gone for what," she glanced down at her watch before looking back at the article she was reading about current plans for hoverboards, which she had already done. Not that the rest of the world knew though. "Three days and something hours?"

Jay put down his mission pack on his bed and began to unload it, "so? It's not the first time I've left for a few days, we are technically spies." He pointed out, his tone held no gruffness or any signs of his curt nature, he didn't have enough energy to do it especially when he was inside his, Bree, Holly, and Finli's flat.

"And it's not the first time I haven't left the flat for a few days and actually went to work at the base," Bree replied right after him, a trait she had developed after knowing him for long enough she could practically read his mind at this point. "This is just the first time my cat could actually tell you that I've been here for that long."

Lion, who had been sitting near the door washing one of his golden paws while his highly advanced collar hung around the Toyger's neck blinked softly, paused mid-lick at Bree's slightly annoyed tone before giving an indignant meow, "what? He needed to find out at some point in time!" Lion leaped out of the way with a startled meow as the genius simply threw a stuffed animal and narrowly missed nailing the male cat in the face.

Blissie, who had been snoozing on Bree's bed, gave a sleepy bark like she wanted to go get the stuffed animal but wouldn't.

Jay thought about it for a minute as he pulled stuff from his pack, "how often do you do that?" He asked before trailing off at the sound of scratching against hardwood flooring and he groaned, leaning over to peer under the bed at his border collie who was knawing absently on a stick, leaving stick shavings all over the floor which would no undoubtedly annoy Bree when the dog would eat them all and vomit them back up later. "Stick!" He reached toward the dog, attempting to snag a few fingers around part of his leash, "are you trying to get Bree mad at you?"

Bree jolted into an upright position, "is he chewing on a stick in here again?!"

Jay grimaced, "thanks a lot you useless mutt," he growled and tried again, trying to get ahold of his dog's collar.

Stick continued to happily chew on his stick, short tail wagging happily as he kept chewing on the smooth stick.

"You know, he's perfectly well behaved when he's left here with me," Bree huffed as the brunette went down on her stomach to shimmy underneath the bed and pull the dog out since Jay couldn't do it anymore after the whole strength building classes his brother and father had forced him to take. The skinny teen had finally filled out somewhat, he was still a little lanky, but he had muscle now, which is what had made him a field agent finally.

"I'm sure he is," Jay sighed and ran one hand through his gray-speckled black hair, "he's just a snot for everyone but you."

"Then why is he your dog again?" Bree's voice was muffled as she pushed herself beneath the bed next to Jay to her waist, reaching for Stick's collar as the dog scrabbled away from her and deeper under the bed. "Oh come on!"

Jay heard Lion the cat give a hearty purr as he trotted over to his owner and brushed up against her bare calves, tickling her on purpose.

Bree gave a squeal of laughter and moments later swatted at the cat, attempting to grab his collar and pull him away from her, "Lion! Cut it out!"

Lion nimbly dodged her hand and shoved his wet nose against the back of her left knee.

There was a loud thunk like the genius had whacked her rock hard head against the bed frame with a squeal of laughter. "Ow! Lion stop it!" She whined and tried to swat at the proud cat, "I'll let Stick puke on you instead!"

The cat seemed to think about it before he nimbly trotted away from her, holding his fluffy golden tail proudly in the process.

Jay gave a snort and covered it with a wheezy cough, oh how he had missed his little family of rascals. Although now he was tempted to tickle Bree as well, after all, he hadn't had that opportunity in a while, ever since they had gotten engaged really. Plus it was really tempting because the brunette was wearing shorts, and she was really ticklish behind her knees.

Bree wriggled further under the bed, "come here Stick!" More scratching signaled that he had refused. "Jay, we're going to have to replace these floorboards, Stick's practically shredded them-!" She stopped abruptly in surprise as Jay pulled her out from under the bed and took advantage of when she rolled over onto her stomach so she could sit up. Jay's fingers brushed against the brunette's skin, making her dissolve into laughter and scramble to get away from him, giggling and trying to push him away.

But Jay was grinning, and he wasn't going to be deterred. Not even when seven minutes later he had to pause to let her breathe with how she was starting to go from red to purple from laughing too hard and being unable to get that much air into her lungs. Once her face had returned to semi-normal he grinned a rather light-hearted smile and tickled her beneath her chin, making her start laughing again although not as much as before. Jay smiled at her from his position kneeling next to her with her head now mostly in his lap. "Hello Firefly," he said as he leaned over, "it's been a while hasn't it since the last time I tickled you?"

Bree smiled back at him, "Does just now count?" She asked, breathlessly and working on slowing down her breathing.

Jay shook his head, "nope," he leaned over completely and kissed the tip of her nose, "do you even remember?"

Bree shook her head sheepishly, "not really…"

Jay laughed and shook his head, his blue eyes twinkling slightly. "That's okay, it doesn't really matter does it?"

Bree grinned her amber eyes twinkling gently, "nope," and pulled him down into an upside down kiss.

IvyBreeze

Don't You Dare Braxton! You Mean Everything To ME!

She had to, after everything that had happened that night she couldn't let him escape her grasp.

Pain tore through Ivory's face and she struggled hard against her bonds, howling and kicking at whoever was doing it to her, forever blinding her on one side.
"IVORY!" She could faintly hear Braxton yelling her name over her own cries, "LEAVE HER ALONE! SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!"
The pain remained even after the blade was taken away from her face but Ivory managed to stop crying out despite the pain wracking her body and the blood she could now taste on her tongue from the blood from the injury streaming down her face, making her skin prickle.
"Then do as we say Braxton!" The voice snarled, it belonged to Trakton, Atol's father and Braxton's surrogate grandfather. "Who else was working with you and where are they?!"

Braxton didn't reply and Ivory coughed, spitting blood through her lips as Trakton yanked her head up to examine the wound that would scar and was beginning to swell at the edges. "Not too bad, look at me girl," he growled and on instinct Ivory forced her other eye open to look blurrily at him, having a hard time focusing on him. Trakton's lips curled into a malignant grin, "perfect. What do you think son?" He turned his amber eyes on his son who had been leaning against a wall hiding his disgust and guilt at being unable to get Ivory out of there. "Now everyone will know who caught her."
Atol gave a grin that matched his father's even though beneath the surface he was even more guilty. "Perfect, everyone will know it's from us father…"

Ivory's footsteps disrupted the sound of the peace from pounding rain against the city's roads, sidewalks and front lawns, by the large splashes of water that flew into the air with each time her bare feet slapped against the rough asphalt of the road. Diana's jacket rippled in the wind created by her from it's position draped over her shoulders. Her raspy breathing ruined the undisturbed nightly air, slicing through it like a knife with each and every heavy breath and gasp for air, but she didn't stop. Her body was complaining at her every movement, her bones ached, her muscles screamed for her to stop, her lungs begged the blonde to stop and let them recover from the near drowning but she ignored it all. Blood mixed with the rain soaking her clothing and the harsh raindrops forced its way through the thick layer of blood that covered one half of her face and slipped into the thick cut that had blinded her on one side and made her irritated flesh sting even more. She had to get to Braxton, she couldn't let him lead some of Trakton's men to their group nor could she lose him. Braxton was the only nonfamily related person that meant something to her, and he meant the world to the emotionally scarred young adult.

"Ivory!" Ivory heard footsteps and her sister's voice through the dizziness raging through her skull…

(Argh, I ran out of time! I'll definitely expand off of this one later though, I really like the concept!)