A/N: Y..e..a..h.., wasn't happy with this chapter that's why it took SOOO long. Wasn't able to fix the flow in any way so I still ain't happy wit' it Plus I was missing the end of this chapter, which I refused to rewrite. BUT I FOUND IT and things were in motion again.

Disclaimer: I just returned from a holiday with Takeshi Konomi, which had nothing to do with Prince of Tennis. (Well deserved randomness ^^)

I'll edit it later...


Chapter Eighty Nine

Fuji only found out that Ryuzaki-sensei had collapsed after she came out of the gym. Because she was two hours late Hanamaru-sensei kept her back. Fuji didn't bother argue as she knew she wouldn't be listened to. After all she was under sensei's rule for the few days. It was only when Fuji went to the kitchen did she understand what had happened. She heard from An that Ryuzaki-sensei had been taken to a nearby hospital and those from her school had gone to be with her. Fuji didn't feel down about not being told straight away. It was one of those things that one acts on due to impulse. They must have run there without even thinking.

Fuji glanced the clock to see it was 13:30pm. She decided she would go to see Ryuzaki-sensei in hospital. Before leaving she told Hanamaru-sensei what had happened, not realising that sensei already knew and wasn't thinking about objecting to Fuji visiting the hospital. She was given the address and made her way there. In her mind's eye she picture Sai... The last time she saw him he was in his hospital bed. When she would next crossed Iwara's path, Fuji would ask how he is recovering.

By the time Fuji reached the hospital the guys had already gone back to camp. She meet Sakuno walking out. Sakuno was able to give Fuji a bit of information that she was just exhausted and needed some times to rest. Fuji was thankful it wasn't anything serious. She made her way to sensei's room and knocked on the door. There came a bothered murmur before she was told to come in.

"Oh, Fuji-san, I didn't think you'd come." She was genuinely surprised.

"Of course I'd come to see you." She took a seat beside sensei's bed. "Are you ready to meet you're maker?"

"I'll take it you're trying to make light humour of this... Of course not! Give it a few years ago I was managing both teams and more. 'This', should be nothing for me."

"I'm sorry if we've added to your worry, sensei."

Sensei took Fuji's words to mean the trouble between the girls team. She crossed her arms and leaned further into the pillow. "...If...if it was only Arai-san you hit – and I'm not saying you should have – but if it was her and not Sai as well... it was just something the head master couldn't dismiss it."

"I understand, sensei, I do."

"When it gets on that level there's not much I can say." She changed the subject. "Are you enjoying your time at the camp, Fuji-san?"

She looked out the window. "I've already been challenged to a match. He's a strong guy I don't think I'll win."

"Oh really. What's his name?"

"Oshitari-kun."

"What? Why him?"

"Seems as if I've caused a lot of problems for him behind the scenes. I'm confused myself to be honest."

"Have you had a chance to write an account of what happened, Fuji-san." She changed the subject back.

"I have."

She took the note out of her pocket and handed it to sensei. When she wrote it out first, she wondered what sensei's reaction would be and so rewrote her account so it sounded more respectable and not bratty, how it first sounded. Sensei took the note and was taken by how short it was. Reluctantly, she read it. Fuji peered around the room and picked at her bandages waiting for sensei to finish.

"...stupid boy..." Was all she said and folded the note up. "Just like his father said. But you haven't written anything about what happened between you and Arai-san."

"That much I can deal with myself."

"Fuji-san!"

"Sensei don't worry, I'll deal with her."

"Don't you start with this! I don't want you to 'deal' with her or anything else."

Fuji took into account where she was and didn't say anything more. In all her stubbornness, Fuji wasn't going to give that satisfaction to anyone else.

"Anyway... I don't know what the headmaster will do about this."

"He could put me back on the team."

Sensei didn't say anything but rolled her eyes towards the window. "I'll have to discuss it with him." She took note of a plane that flew by. "...he should be here soon."

Fuji would allow sensei the many 'change of subjects' and entertained the conversation. "Who are you talking about?"

"My replacement. Only God knows why he's coming over, but I asked him to cover for me at the camp."

"That's nice of him. Who is he?"

"Tezuka-san."

Fuji smiled at the name and narrowed her eyes a little at the annoyances of it. "A Tezuka-sensei that I don't know?"

"No, Tezuka-san. Kunimitsu Tezuka."

Fuji wasn't following. "But... he's in Germany?"

"Like I just said, he's coming here."

"W-who is coming where?"

"Tezuka-san."

"... he's coming here?"

"Yes."

"Here?"

"Yes."

She glanced around. "To the hospital?"

"Fuji-san, what is the matter with you? Listen to what I'm saying. Tezuka-san is back in Tokyo and should be reaching the camp to take my place for the last few days."

"Get well soon, sensei." Before Ryuzaki-sensei had finished talking Fuji was already out the door, making her way back to camp.

Even now she couldn't make sense of it. Was sensei talking for the sake of talking? Did she hear correctly? Sensei said his name. She said Tezuka's name. She said Kunimitsu! Fuji stopped in the middle of the street. An old lady with her dog nearly walked into her. She had to stop and catch herself, to try and fully understand what was happening, what she was going to see or not see when she got back to camp.

If he wasn't there, if sensei had made a mistake, mixed up the days and the times and he wasn't there...

She let her breath out slowly. Calm down. Just in case he's not...

...But what if he is? What if as soon as she walks onto the camp and turned a corner and saw him on the courts? Suddenly, the strength that was in her, only hours ago, vanished.

"Calm down." She told herself again and again until she was able to move. As much as Saeki had helped her regain some of 'herself', she wanted it from Tezuka. Only he could heal that which Yumi broke.

Everything that had happened to her while she was excluded flooded back into her thoughts. How much of a wreck she was, how much she wanted to hear his voice, see him and press her fingers against him. When Yumi got his number, Fuji couldn't understand why she didn't just ask Tezuka for it, but the phone call they had was sweet. Yet the distance didn't help.

Throughout the bus journey back Fuji tried to calm her nerves by asking why Tezuka was back in Japan. She wondered what had happened, but only worked herself up by thinking something had happened to his family – but that couldn't be right considering he was on his way to the camp. Then she thought it could have been because of her.

A warm glow ran thought her but it went cold quickly. By some strange logic, once she arrived at her stop, she was angry with him. She made her way to the main entrance and could see that already Tezuka's presence was causing a commotion. She walked past some of the boys and Tezuka's name really did pop up.

So where is he?

Fuji made her way to the canteen where only the girls were. Before she could ask, they pounced her saying Tezuka was here. She asked where and they said that he was settling in Ruyzaki-sensei's room. She thanked them and headed up to the second floor, marched down the corridor to find the name plate with sensei's name on it. She reached for the handled and pushed the door open. She didn't think to knock. For that moment she just needed to see if he was really there or not.

And he was, unfazed as ever. He turned in his chair and looked at her. She couldn't tell if he was surprised or expectant. She couldn't tell if he was flustered or bothered. Fuji slowly closed the door behind her glaring at him. Still he didn't move. Say something, she thought, anything. But he didn't, he just watched her with that hardened stare that she missed.

She placed her hands behind her back, hiding the fact she was shaking and soon looked at the floor. He followed her gaze. He wanted to talk but he could see she had something to say to him and had enough patience to wait for her to speak.

There were some many things she wanted to say but she ended up laughing lightly to herself. It helped hold the tears back. When he finally decided to move she ordered him to stay there. He let go of the sides of the chair and leaned back. It only took her four steps to get to him and to wrap her arms around him. She sat down in his lap and rested her head by his neck. Because Fuji didn't say what was on her mind he wasn't going to say anything.

She moved her right hand and ran it through his hair and held it tightly.

"How dare you," She finally said gently, and he felt relieved. "How dare you come here so quickly for sensei's sake, yet when I needed you, you didn't so much as move."

He hugged her. "I moved."

"Not quickly enough. And you took a part of me with you."

"Then... take it back." With her neck exposed to him, he shifted her hair and kissed her under the ear before she moved to face him.

"So you-" She covered the place he kissed.

He kissed her on the lips before she could think about it or talk. When she tried to pull back he followed her, placing his arms behind her back to hold her in place. Fuji didn't fight against him. For some reason his lips were warm and were getting hotter. When she could no longer hold her breath she had to move. Tezuka didn't stop, now kissing her chin and jaw and moving down to her neck.

"Tezuka... wait." She tried to catch her breath. "I said wait."

"Why?"

Why? Well, what reason did she have to stop him? There were many but she couldn't think straight with his lips touching her and the sound of his kisses in her inner ear. When Fuji didn't say anything Tezuka continued down to her collar bone and shoulder. As she tried to find a reason for him to calm down, the hotness of his kisses where getting strangely hotter.

"Ow." She said through her teeth, lowering her shoulder.

Maybe it was nothing. It wasn't until he kissed the base of her neck that she felt something fiery and pushed him away. She covered her neck with her arm and leant over him to look in the mirror on the dresser. Her skin had turned red.

"Did you bite me?" Even though she asked, she knew that wasn't the case.

"I didn't. I will."

She saw it when she sat back down on him. It was over his lips. That same essence that was on his hand that time in the classroom. So this was Arai's energy... now she remembered why she was mad. Fuji in all her anger ran her finger over his lips to feel it and remove it. This time, it didn't come off in her hand. Tezuka caught her hand and began to kiss her fingers. There was no mistaking that energy. Tezuka kissed the bandages of her left hand and it was then that she pushed his head back.

"Will you stop for a minute?" She needed a moment to add things up. Somehow it wasn't making sense.

The only thing in his eyes that she could see was his disinterest in stopping at all. He sighed quietly and asked if something was wrong.

"...Has this short time made you forget? You kissed Arai-chan."

"Yes, she kissed me." He moved away from her blocking hand.

His answer was too blunt. "...And when were you going to tell me?"

"I wasn't."

She tried to leave but his arms were still wrapped around her. It was only now that she feel his hard work from his rehabilitation. She traced her fingers along his arm and they were more defined then what she remembered. She was glad that he was getting better but now didn't seem the right time to talk about it.

"You're horrible." She said.

"I know." He kissed her.

On this occasion it didn't burn but she wanted him to stop. Not only his strength had improved but the way he kissed her too.

"I... I said wait..."

He tried to kiss her again but Fuji pushed against his arms and he allowed her to slip out of his hold and take to her feet. Though she didn't expect him to catch her hand and pull her towards the bed. She thought he would pull her back towards him so the sudden jerk to her right caused her to trip and she landed on her side. Before she could fight to sit up, Tezuka had already moved to sit beside her with his arms spread out at either side of her.

"What is the matter with you?" She blurted out.

She wanted to hit him because his face was so calm, but she began to understand why once he spoke.

"I locked a part of you inside of me before I left, but the energy is more than what I can bear so I'm trying to give it back to you the same way I took it from you."

He lent down to her but she held his head back, and turned her face away. He pushed her hands aside and caught her on her neck again. She cringed, believing it would hurt, but it didn't...

"Did that hurt?" He asked if one hurt but he had already kissed her several times after that.

"...want... I want you to stop."

"Take it back, first."

The more he kissed her the more she got into it. She lowered her hands a little and placed them around his temples. Even his shoulders and neck muscles had grow somewhat. Now relaxed she allowed her arms to fall back a little. She closed her eyes. It began to feel good. Again, she forgot why she was angry. She ran her fingers up from his neck to hold the side of his head to pull him back to her. She didn't want it to burn her, but she could feel the heat even before she kissed him. It seems when he kissed her the burn took awhile to ignite...

...but when Fuji kissed him she could see the flames and had to push his head away.

"... Please stop... not after you kissed her. I can't."

He sighed again and finally gave up trying. He lowered his head and took off his glasses to clean the lens on his shirt. On replacing them Fuji could feel her energy within him. He was livid.

He was willing to ignore everything that led her to this point. All what Oishi told him, he was willing to forgive her, but because she was stopping him from begin affectionate towards her, he couldn't hide his irritation, not helped that Fuji's dark energy was still circling within him, escalating his temper the same way it did with Fuji.

Tezuka didn't like that she was walking around as unguarded as she was, with all these guys around her, all with the same ideas in their heads. The 'boy' in Tezuka was screaming at him, his jealously was getting the better of him. They were able to spend some time with her while he was so far away from her. All their eyes tracing the curves of her body... but what he was now unable to ignore was the fact that Atobe was here and that he could sense the two had been together.

"If you want to talk, talk."

"I didn't say I wanted to talk, I just want you to slow down."

"Pick one; I'm not in the mood to talk."

She couldn't believe what her energy was doing to him. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was thinking 'that's what happens when you try to take things without asking' but the better part of her warned her to go with his flow. If he didn't want to talk, don't make him talk. Then again she didn't fancy being cooked and eaten alive. Really, which was worse?

He gave her that hungry look that made her know he wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied. That look scared her as she didn't expect this behaviour from him.

"Fine, I want to talk." She said.

"Okay, then tell me... why are you so careless?"

She brought her hand around and gave him a quick, sharp tap on his cheek. It woke him up, and the energy retreated.

There came a knock at the door. They both looked up. The person didn't enter but shouted that Tezuka was needed downstairs. He sighed with irritation, but he didn't get up. Instead, he lowered himself down on his elbows.

"Wait for me. We haven't finished." He stole a kiss while she was unguarded. It didn't burn.

He got up and left the room while adjusting his glasses. When he closed the door she sat up only now seeing her hands shaking. What the hell... was he thinking? He was so out of character that she was too shocked to be angry with him. Even though he bluntly confirmed what happened between him and Arai, Fuji's shock overtook any other emotion that wanted surface.

"Of course I'm not going to wait for you..." She tried to stand up but her legs were weak.

She needed to wait until not only her head but her body had calmed down. That took some time. Too shocked to move and too shocked to think. As always the only thing that past her thoughts was his hungry affection and his desire to free himself from that tiny bit of dark energy in him.

She hugged her arms and stayed in the room. She wasn't waiting for him to come back. He'd be gone for the duration of the day so why couldn't she leave even when her mind was calm and her heart was at peace? She slowly moved her left hand, remembering that he kissed the bandages. And it confirmed that she wasn't merely seeing and feeling things. The threads on the bandages were singed. She lifted it to her nose and could smell the ash on it. Then her flesh too?

She stood up slowly to look in the mirror again and to her embarrassment the whole of her neck and both shoulders were red, right up to her jaw. "Give me a break." She didn't think he was that overbearing... All the sides and the front of her neck were a blinding red. There's no way she could go down like this. People would know. And if they didn't they would ask who hit her. Though, there was a weird level of glee that came from seeing it and knowing it was done by Tezuka. No one would believe such a stiff necked person could be so ravenous and gentle at the same time.

"I look sun burnt."

She pulled the collar of her shirt up but she would look more stupid walking around like she had something to hide. She definitely wasn't going to be seen like this and rushed off to her room. It was already coming up to five, meaning they would pack away soon. She hoped Hanamaru-sensei didn't mind her absence, and that the two senseis were keeping Tezuka busy with notes and information they had gathered.

Fuji dropped down on her bed wondering what just took place. She placed her hands on her neck and pictured all that he did. Each kiss she felt again and again, but something wasn't right about it. It wasn't him. Or the 'him' that she remembered before he left. It was that stupid part of her 'in' him... She looked for her phone, but was suddenly hit with the reality that Tezuka was 'here' with her.. She sighed and covered her pillow over her head and stayed there until she got the will to pick up her phone to text Yokoishi.

She wanted to type 'why didn't you tell me he would be here?' but then she realised that Yokoishi knew the text would come, so instead Fuji dialled her number knowing Yokoishi would have made some excuse to leave the tennis courts.

"Hello Fuji-senpai! I'm so happy to hear from you! How are you?"

Fuji smiled a small smile and thought about how she would say what was on her mind.

"Why didn't you tell me Arai-chan was an element type?"

"She is?" Yokoishi replied with some surprise.

"Why didn't you tell me Tezuka-kun was the same as you?"

"He... is he now? How did my sweet Fuji-senpai discover such things?"

She knew Yokoishi was toying with her but she wanted to tell someone. "I don't know what he's doing here, but he's here and he was all over me."

"Ooh... ooh! Tell me. What did he do?"

"It wasn't as if it was all of him that was doing it."

"Hmm? I think it was. If he's the type to absorb other peoples energies, and he so happened to take a little of your evil energy then don't you think it taped into his desires and allowed it to be seen in the physical? He's a quiet guy, who knows what he's thinking and what he wants. We already know he likes you, maybe you saw a part of him that really wants you."

Fuji didn't know what to say. She wasn't sure how true that was but it was certainly a different and hungry side to him. Could that really be who he wants to be? Wow, she thought and she pictured it all again and could feel this touch all over her, then she began to hear the sounds and forgot Yokoishi was on the other end.

"Still there?"

She sighed a deep, long sigh. "I'm just confused. I don't know why he's here and I think reality has caught up with me."

"Isn't love sweet! I want a boyfriend too!"

"But... but Arai-chan kissed him... her element is on him."

"What type is she?" Yokoishi asked.

"Fire."

"Ooh. So we have a lighting type and a fire type on the team. Shikawara-senpai summons, and we have toxins and plants. What an odd mix of people."

"How do I get the fire off him?"

"Hmm, depends, how did he take it from you?"

A kiss, just like he said. "I don't want to. It burns. Every time he kisses me it burns."

"That's what you call passion, Fuji-senpai."

"No. Arai-chan kissed him so her fire is there. Every time he kisses me on the lips it burns. The whole of my neck is red, and down to my shoulders. I don't wanna take it back like that."

"No, Fuji-senpai! I can't hear anymore of this passionate love affair!"

"I'm being serious. He's not himself and it's not as easy as last time."

"What happened last time?"

"I'm not sure why but her energy was on his hands. Though it wasn't so strong as it is now."

"Tezuka-senpai is a bad boy, but Fuji-senpai is a naughty girl too. Stop teasing Atobe-san, otherwise he'll keep getting the wrong impression and really come after you. Kill it now."

Fuji forgot about that. Trust Yokoishi to remind her. "I know. I... I wasn't thinking he would take it the wrong way... I was just, I just want things to be the way they were. Is there no another way, I mean, with Tezuka-kun to get that thing off him?"

"Another way to break it? No, there isn't. You gotta kiss him. Shouldn't be hard. He did come over here to see you. Enjoy it Fuji-senpai, I know it's hard but, after what you've been through, just enjoy his company. Sorry but I gotta go now. I'll be looking forward to your return. Bye-bye."

"...Bye."

Fuji sat up after placing her phone down. Her mind was still a blur and she didn't think talking to Yokoishi helped all that much. She didn't want to kiss him, not with that fire on him. She hit her head into the pillow and thought how troublesome. Why her? Why couldn't it be simple? Why is it never like it is in books or on TV... not to say that they weren't without their troubles, but this is different... this isn't how she pictured her coming together with Tezuka to be like. Even causing her brother and sister to give their two cents.

What could she do but fall back down on her bed and try to think of a different way to do things. But the longer she tried to think of something, the more each idea lead to the enviable. At some point An came into the room to ask Fuji if she wanted to come down to the party. When she got no reply, An skipped around to Fuji's bed to see that she was sleeping and that her skin was flushed. She panicked a little and thought best not to wake her up. Once the door was closed Fuji opened her eyes, not bothering to move. She couldn't even sigh with the amount of annoyance what was now on her shoulders. She wasn't in the mood for fun or to pretend that she was having fun. She just stared out the window until it got dark. She decided to get changed for bed and at some point, took her pain killers and laid down again.

Her mind was restless, now feeling the desire to go and be with the others. They would soon be cleaning up soon. In all that time she never fell asleep. She wanted to, but something was stopping her. Before she climbed into bed, she opened the window and watched the cool breeze as it disturbed the netting. Complete darkness couldn't send her to sleep. When she closed her eyes it was as if they were open. Images kept her awake.

She glanced the clock to see the time An came in to go to bed: 1am and because of that An was out like a light. No doubt she had to clean up the hall before tomorrow. Though that didn't help a sleepless and restless Fuji who now sat up in the dark merely staring at the rustling of the wind. That was when she heard a faint sound calling her.

"What?" She answered it.

She recognised the gentle noise that called her. It wisped around her and seemed to say 'follow me'.

"No."

A heavy gush of wind came in and it was one of those things that Fuji couldn't refuse. She stood up on unsteady feet and walked out of the room. She reached her hand out to shuffle along the wall. That cold breeze that called her out encouraged her to take to the stairs.

"Why are you taking me here?" She whispered but the breeze only pushed her on upstairs. She wanted to stop and think about it but her feet moved before her mind could take charge of the situation.

Each mindful step brought her to the top corridor when she began to panic. Again she asked why and was pushed to his door. Fuji began to understand what was happening... maybe. Even her beloved friend was trying to help her patch things up. But the thought of it made her stubbornness resurface and she wanted to turn back, but it seems her desire was not to go back. This annoyed her. It wasn't at a pace that she was comfortable with.

She placed her hands on the door and could feel her energy on the other side calling her in. What's going on? Something like this had never happened before. She slid her hand down to the handle and pushed the door open. The room was light up by a sliver of moonlight through a parting in the curtains. The darkness was suddenly gone but the room was definitely filled with something. She couldn't see much, but she looked around before looking to the bed where he slept. His window was open so the breeze invited her in. She tried hard to hold any tears back as she closed the door behind her.

"Why?" She whispered to it, but it only told her to get closer

Soon enough Fuji stepped further into the room until her knee touched the corner of his bed. She could hear him breathing slowly, such a great contrast to his manner earlier in the day. He didn't even realise he was calling her in his sleep... or, to be more precise, that part of her was callin. Still the breeze asked her to get closer.

"...No..."

To get any closer then this would mean sitting on the bed. She didn't want to wake him up. Instead she crouched down on the floor and rested her head on the covers. She stayed there for a while but she was still called to get closer.

She grabbed the covers with her right hand. "Why are you calling me in your sleep? Why are you telling me to come here when I'm mad and confused?" She spoke a little louder and her voice filled the room. "I bet you don't even know what you did wrong... it's not fair for you to call me like this. What are you hoping I'll do?"

Closer

Fuji sat on the bed wanting that calling to be quiet. It only told her to get closer. Fuji moved her hand along the bed until she hit into him. She kicked her legs onto the bed and inched closer to him. How he couldn't feel the bed moving puzzled her. Maybe the jetlag had caught up with him. Whatever it was, it made it easy for Fuji to sit right beside him. It allowed her the opportunity to reach her hand forward to touch his hair.

"...This isn't fair... Why are you sleeping so peacefully after your own crimes...?" The darkness made her softly run the tips of her fingers down the side of his face. She thought she would hit his glasses, but it was a clean and uninhibited stroke. She traced her fingers across his cheek and stopped at the corner of his lips. She heard that voice say 'closer' and she understood what it wanted her to do. She told the breeze to go and the room grow warm after a while.

She rose up on her knees, only feeling brave in the darkness, and placed her hands on either side of him and leant as closer as her friend wanted. Fear stopped her. Even before she could feel his own body heat, she felt that of Arai's seal and she felt sick. She drew back. She couldn't do it. Without thinking, she dropped her hand down on his chest. He coughed, which made her jump. Tezuka didn't wake up.

"...I'm mad with you... and... I don't want to be. Because you listened to me and you were understanding in your anger. I want to do the same... but I can't... You let her kiss you. You didn't even fight her off... Now you're back in Japan demanding that I take her seal off of you. As well as to give me back what you stole... I can see her seal on you...the colour of fire, trapping me from doing anything..." She stopped speaking; testing herself to see if could try one more time, but even the thought made her ill. There had to be another way. She tried by placing her hand on his heart. She could feel her energy inside him, crying out to reattach itself. It couldn't break thought to her palm.

"...Why were you even near her..." She murmured.

She slowly lowered her head to his chest and laid there until she felt a comfortable level of rest come over her. Had it not been for the cold she could have stay on the top covers. She had a vague thought to leave, but she was so comfortable that she lifted the covers and tucked herself beside him and was finally able to fall asleep.

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Tezuka tried to turn in his sleep but was blocked by something warm and heavy. Being half asleep he thought nothing of it. He then realised that he hadn't put a pillow by his side. He reached for the lamp to switch it on. He nearly jumped out of his bed when he saw the frame of a body. He quickly searched for his glasses.

That's when he saw and recognised that it was Fuji. He didn't get it, and wasn't going to try to. He couldn't help but stare at her, at first with confusion and then with a sense of sentiment. She had curled herself up like a sleeping cub. He had to fight with all his might not to allow the situation and the moment to get the better of him, not helped that the corner of her top and rolled up, exposing her side.

He turned to get out of the bed when he heard her murmur something in her sleep and noticed she had one hand holding onto the hem of his shirt. He covered his mouth. When was she ever this defenceless and cute? He combed his hand through his hair to calm himself knowing he wasn't able to retreat. He took off his glass, turned the lights off, placed his arm over her and went back to sleep.

...tbc...


A/N2: Self control please!

At least it ended well...

Chapter 90: (woot) In the morning...

Thanks for reading and your patience. I'm humbled by it.