hello there. this is the last little bit of A Little Intervention... i wrote. it's just a little epilouge, but it gets a little frisky too, so watch who's behind you when you read it!
also, i'd love to know what people thought of Haku and Azeala. yes, i know i spelled the flower name wrong, by the way. i checked it on google the other day and decided to keep it cause i liked it better. XD but anyway, review or message and let me know what you thought of those two. i came up with them on a whim, and lo and behold, ALI was born. :P
but yeah, again, thanks for bothering to deal with my weirdness. i may or may not expand upon this, depends on what other people think about the idea.
enjoy!

The two odd characters stretched out on a building as the sun set, lazily enjoying the end of the day. One was a girl dressed in dark Arabic clothing, her black hair splayed out around her. The other was a redheaded man with bright turquoise eyes.

"Ahh, what a lovely day of doing absolutely nothing," Azeala sighed, stretching luxuriously and sitting up. The man watched her affectionately, remaining in his preferred position on the rooftop. Azeala grinned and crawled over to him, arraying herself comfortably on his chest.

"Hey, guess what?" she said, poking him.

The man raised an eyebrow. "What?" he responded.

Azeala grinned again. "I came to a conclusion today," she declared. The man chuckled.

"I see," he said, pulling Azeala off of his chest and rolling in the same movement, so he was on his hands and knees on top of her. She looked up at him and stroked his arm lovingly.

"Mmmhm," she said, pulling his head down to kiss her. There was no talking for a while after that.

Finally, the man pulled himself back from Azeala. "Alright, what was your conclusion?" he asked curiously.

Azeala giggled and squirmed out from under the redhead, sitting upright on the rooftop.

"I don't think you're as grumpy as you pretend, Mr. Haku," she told him, winking.

Haku rolled his eyes and pinned her to the roof, leaning down and kissing her heartily.

"Oh dear, you've caught me," he said sarcastically, stroking Azeala's face with his free hand. She smiled at at him.

"Don't try to deny it, love," she said. "I saw the moment when you knew exactly what was going to happen when I didn't. I saw the expression on your face as you felt the connections were made. I know you, we've been together for thousands of years. You..." she didn't get to finish her sentence, for Haku was letting his hand trail over places it usually didn't.

Azeala gasped and bit her lip, and Haku chuckled, leaning down and kissing the place he had just been fondling.

"Haku!" Azeala gasped, squirming to escape. Haku held her fast, however, and continued giving his attention to that specific area.

Azeala groaned quietly, her face flushed. Halu finally left her alone and smirked at her.

"Very well," he said, kissing her neck. "I'll admit it, but only to you." He kissed her lips to prevent her speaking, then released her hands and moved her shirt aside.

"I..." He kissed her navel.

"Enjoy..." He kissed her chest.

"Bringing together..." He kissed both breasts.

"These people," he finished, kissing her lips again.

Azeala was panting quietly, lying limp under him. Chuckling, Haku scooped her up and held her in his arms, pressing his lips to her forehead gently.

"And another thing I will only admit to you," he whispered. Azeala rested her head against his chest, still dizzy from the teasing.

"What's that?" she whispered back, closing her eyes.

Haku smiled down at her fondly and stroked her hair. "I love you."

Azeala smiled. "Love you too, Hak."

As the sun finally slipped below the horizon and the stars began to appear in the sky, Haku stood with Azeala in his arms and placed her carefully on her feet as well, keeping an arm around her waist and kissing the top of her head affetionately.

"I think it's about time we headed off, don't oyu?" Haku asked, gazing down at his lover. Azeala nodded and stretched, grinning up suddenly at Haku.

"You bet. C'mon, I'll race you."

Two dragons flew off into the evening sky: One with turquoise scales and orange whiskers, and another with purple scales and black whiskers.

Meanwhile, the world continued to click quietly into place, helped along by the love shared between the people that lived upon it. Soon, Azeala thought, twirling in the air alongside her love. Soon, everything will be right.