Self-Control

This is probably one of the dumbest things that I've ever done. Not the dumbest ever but it's up there. It certainly isn't as dumb as climbing into that canon for the second time but I plan to make it worth it. So here I am, hanging from the bottom of a dark red balcony in a flying citadel and just barely missing a patrolling group of skeletons instead of feeding my dragon (who has much more sense than me despite being an infant) back in Popsrocket. I should have decided to bolt the moment I put that gigantic camera on the flying eyeball but instead, I had the bright idea of running down the halls and corridors of Sepulcher's castle looking for some fun. You'd think that being in a place where everything and their mother was trying to kill me would motivate me to leave as fast as I can or at least be more careful but…I am craving a meeting with the one thing in this flying dump that won't kill me…or at least can't kill me. I can hear his footsteps now.

Drakath was practically stomping down the hall obviously furious with something again. I pull myself up a tiny bit to see where he was heading and to my surprise, instead of rushing past the balcony and me, he turns abruptly and heads towards where I was dangling. At first I think he's seen me and is ready to push me off and call me a bitch but he stops just in front of where I was hanging and slams his hands on to the railing. He was shaking with anger as he looked out into the horizon and muttered something that I couldn't quite hear.

I had to struggle to keep myself from laughing. This was just too good of a chance to give up.

Careful not to make a sound, I shimmy over a bit and pull myself up and over the balcony. Drakath was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice me at all. Geez Princey, that's dangerous. We're going to have to fix that later.

Stepping lightly and quietly, I move behind him and slowly wrap my arms around his waist, pulling myself up against his back. He relaxes almost immediately.

"You seem irritated. Was it something that walking bag of rotting flesh said again?" I ask softly, resting my head on his back. It's very comfortable like this.

"Hmm? Well of course. That bastard's days are numbered. When I finally make Sepulcher fall to his knees, I'll…" he trails off, becoming rigid once more. It takes him a few seconds to realize what was going on before spinning around in alarm. I let go of him before he does and take few steps back to give him some space to freak out.

"What the…?" he blurts out, staring at me as I cross my arms. The smirk that I make is probably going to piss him off. His mouth opens and closes as he tries to figure out what to say. "How...Ty, what are you doing here?" He demands, stepping towards me.

"Well if you really must know, I got fired out of a canon to get here," I sigh, grimacing as I remember the ordeal. "As for why, isn't it obvious?" I move next to him to lean back on the balcony of the railing and smile slyly. I love it when he's angry; he's just too cute.

"Are you fucking insane?" He looks down both ends of the hall to check if we were alone. Once he was sure that no one was around, he steps in front of me and grabs me by the collar roughly. My expression doesn't change and the smile stays plastered on my face as I stare into his wonderfully dark green eyes. He's probably having a heart attack "You can't be here."

"What? I'm not allowed to visit my beau?" The moment the word "beau" escapes from my lips, he drops me and turns away.

"I am not your…whatever you just called me and it's not…"

"It's not what? I'm listening," I say, pushing myself up to sit on the rail of the balcony. He turns suddenly to face me again.

"Tell me what you're doing here, really. There's no way you'd risk coming here without purpose."

"And you aren't a good reason?" I ask, holding back a giggle when I notice a light blush creeping into his face. "What if I'm just miffed because I haven't seen my green eyed princess in days because the evil overlord is keeping him too busy? Oh don't get angry, I was just joking with ya Princey." I grin at his indignation.

"Stop calling me that!"

"Whatever you say Drakath," I pronounce his name slowly, letting both syllables roll off of my tongue. The look on his face was beyond priceless. It only lasted a second before his scowl returned and he looked down at a random spot on the floor.

"Just leave," he says. "If you're not going to tell me anything important…then just go. I'm not getting killed here because of you." I let his words linger in the air of a moment before I breathe out, exasperated.

"Well, if you want me to…then I'll go. See you later," I sigh before letting myself fall backwards into a free-fall. Two hands shoot out and grab both of my wrists before I could and I'm suddenly face to face with Drakath yet again.

"What do you think you're doing?" he demands. His hands were shaking. "Do you want to die?"

"You said you wanted me to leave so I'm taking the fastest route," I answer him, gently prying his hands off of my wrists. "So now if you excuse me," I try to push myself off again but this time he grips both sides of my waist to keep me sitting on the railing. It was possible that he was too freaked out to realize that it would be a better idea to pull me off of the railing and make me stand on the floor but it wasn't like I was going anywhere. Both of his hands had an iron grip on the sides of my hips and they weren't letting me move an inch. There are going to be bruises there tomorrow…but I've done worse. Especially to him.

"…You're serious. What is wrong with you?"

"You're asking a lot of questions which you should know the answer to by now," I answer, resting a hand on his arm. I can feel his tensed muscles; muscles which were pretty weak a long time ago but a lot has changed. "You should know that a lot is wrong with me. For example, you know how impulsive I can be. I have absolutely no self-control when it comes to things like this," I continue, sliding my hand up his arm and letting my fingertips touch the side of his face. I trace his jawline with my thumb and all he can do is swallow nervously. "Particularly when it comes to you." Before he can even get some time to process what I had just said, I pull him towards me and crush my lips against his. He was so caught off guard by my kiss that he squeaks and shudders.

That's right. I made him squeak.

I smile against his lips and it prompts him to kiss back. The thing with Drakath though, and I have kissed him a few times before, is that he kisses are weak. It's like they were made by a twelve year old even if he was at least ten years older than that. I can hardly believe it but his kisses are the equivalent of a hover hand. For all of his arrogance and swagger in any other kind of situation, whether he knows it or not, he is a nervous wreck with things like this. At least he is...without some encouragement.

I bite down on his bottom lip hard enough to bruise and he pulls back fast. He looks like he wants to say something but he keeps tripping over his words between breaths.

"You still kiss like a little girl." Immediately, he yanks me forward and ferociously tries again. One arm was wrapped around my waist while the other grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back for a better time, I'm the one caught by surprise and it takes me a full three seconds to stop worrying that the both of us might fall over the edge. But I do admit that this is getting much better. I manage to grin again and I don't even notice when my arms went around his neck.

"Feeling better?" I ask after pulling back to breathe. He loosened his grip just for a moment before growling and returning to tasting and caressing my mouth with his while I kiss back with just as much fervor. My stomach was doing flips.

And when it was getting good, both of us heard a footstep and we freeze.

"So Todd, are you going to get out of the shadows or what? We need to go."

Aw crap, Sepulcher's necromancers were coming. Though it was indirect, Sepulcher was interfering. Like usual, the jackass.

Drakath's eyes widen and he looks over to the source of the voice and hugs me closer if that was possible. The footsteps were approaching and there was nowhere to hide. That being said, Drakath still looks and when he couldn't find a place he looks back to me and gently pulls me down off of the railing. He clutches the hilt of his sword like he was actually going to kill these guys to hide me.

Oh shit, he is going to kill them…and that makes me feel incredibly happy.

"It was nice seeing you," I whisper to him as I grasp his arm. "I had fun. It's too bad I can't stick around but you'll get in trouble if you mess with them so I'll be seeing you." He mouths a quiet "what are talking about to me" and I give him a peck on the cheek before pulling myself right over the railing.

I think he was too shocked to shout.

As I plummet down from the sky and rip through the wind, I couldn't help but laugh with glee. My heart wasn't pounding as much here as it was while I was up there with him and not withou good reason. In about fifteen seconds I'm about to hit the ground but I'll take my time. Yix gave me a parachute anyway.

Author notes: And then she realized that the parachute didn't work and vowed to castrate the little gnome when she got back to him. All the while Drakath was standing by balcony staring open mouthed down at his freefalling notgirlfriend and the two necromancers passed by wondering why the hell Sepulcher still keeps this idiot around.

I decided to make this on a whim and I should be working on my other story but this…right now it's five in the morning and I am not sane. I added another chapter and the scene in the first chapter won't make it into the main story and this one might. It might. I guess. What am I doing…erg.

I decided to turn this into a series of some sort that I will add to if an idea strikes. It'll just be drabbles or something and…birds start chirping around this time. I'm about to be awake for twenty four hours.

Are people okay with me writing more of these? Cause this was…I don't even know.

I really should be working on "Double Edged" but the chapters aren't exciting to write at the moment. Not yet.

Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you liked it…or tolerated it. I mean, I get pretty irritated when someone writes characters or pairings in a way that I don't like so…the birds are getting annoying.

Review if you like because reviews are extremely appreciated. Especially critical and constructive ones. Especially them but write whatever you feel if you want to review. Nighty night now…or good morning now I suppose.

I'll get back to this later. Maybe. I probably made a lot of typos but I am really tired now. I'll fix them later I promise.

Edit: So I fixed some typos and I think that I'll put this in the other story with a different POV.