Your hazel green tint eyes watching every move I make.
And that feeling of doubt, it's erased.
I'll never feel alone again with you by my side.
You're the one, and in you I confide.
Warmness On The Soul, Avenged Sevenfold

Chapter Ten: Together

I woke up to gentle kisses peppering my temple and jaw line. They were sweet enough to almost make me forget where I was and who I was with. Almost. But I knew exactly who was with me. There was an unmistakable heat emitting from his hands, like something was fluctuating underneath his skin. I took a wild guess as to what it meant, but I was pretty sure I was right.

He was just dying to blow something up.

I rolled around to see his golden eyes trained intently at me. Not that I minded. I reached a hand up to his cheek, feeling just how warm he really was.

"Kimbley, go down to the training room and blow something up." He looked rather taken aback. He probably assumed I would greet him with a soft 'Good Morning', just as he had done to me.

"What? Why?"

"I can feel the want in the palms of your hands. Now go blow something up, just to get it out of your system."

"I'd rather blow you up and get into your system." Had it been any other man telling me such a remark, I would have froze his nut sack off and called him a pig. Considering it was Kimbley, I just smacked him on his bare chest, hard enough to make him grunt. "Ow, what was that for?" My green orbs rolled.

"For being nasty. Now go." He let out a sigh of defeat.

"Fine, I'll be back soon," I found his lips pressed against mine in a hard, yet loving kiss. I hadn't even realized I gotten lost within it until Kimbley brought me back by groping my bare ass. When he did, I smacked him in the chest again before pulling away. He had a cheeky grin before pecking my lips. "Love you."

"Love you too." I replied as he put his uniform back on. Just like in Ishbal, Kimbley hadn't even bothered to put his military jacket on when he'd finished dressing. I had followed suit, too awake to head back to sleep. After getting my pants on, Kimbley pulled my chin up for another kiss. "Over affectionate much?" I laughed as I slipped my jacket on.

"I always have been," He declared. "I just prefer to show it by exploding people - in more ways than one." At the very last second, he moved to dodge the boot I had attempted to throw at his head. "Alright, alright, I'm goin'!"

After I had gotten ready for the day, I'd gone down to the mess hall just like last night. Much to my surprise, Roy was there again. Even in the same spot as we'd been in last night.

"What, did you just stay here all night?" He raised a brow, but chose to ignore my comment. Instead he retorted with, "You're beaming."

"Huh?"

"I'm guessing you just got laid." With a disgusted look on my face, I backhanded him hard enough to hear the skin smacking against each other.

"I'm a woman, not a pig!" Foot steps padded closer until a young voice raised his curiosity.

"What'd you do this time, Colonel?" Edward and Alphonse sat across from the two of us. Knowing Edward wasn't too fond of Roy, he sat across from me with Al beside him. Still heated from the grotesque accusation, albeit he was right, I guess I had missed Roy's response.

"Colonel, you're a disgusting man." Ed retorted before biting into his toast.

"What? Faythe's practically glowing, take a look at her." The two teenagers did, and then Ed raised his eyebrows. I'm sure Alphonse would have, but he didn't exactly have any.

"Wow." Was all they could say.

"What?"

"You're literally glowing." Al stated. I let out a frustrated groan, despite them continuing on guessing why I was so "radiant" right now. Maybe my personality wasn't, but apparently all my physical traits were. As they continued I just stared down intensely, picking at the butter on my toast. Instead of eating it, I settled for a fruit salad. My teeth sank into a cube of cantaloupe while the boys pressed on with their discussions. I wasn't sure if I was still a target of topic. Voices fell silent, and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt masculine hands grip my shoulders. Said hands began to massage them enough to make me unwind.

When I looked up, I was graced with a kiss to my lips, making the rest of the table let out something short of a gasp.

"Feel better?" I asked as Kimbley sat beside me, a smug smirk on his face. He grasped my left hand, playing absent mindedly with my digits. His palms were no longer pulsing, probably meaning he'd enjoyed himself in the training room.

"What the hell? Kimbley?" Ed howled, slamming his hands on the mess hall table. Even Roy looked on edge while Zolf stayed calm. Al was busy trying to settle his older brother.

"What's the matter, Full Metal? Never seen two adults share affection?"

"Why would she ever want to share anything with a heartless, cold-blooded murderer?" He was seething, grinding his teeth together and any other action imaginable to prevent himself from completely lashing out at Kimbley.

"Edward, that's rude." I hissed. I was going to continue arguing about how wrong he was, but Roy interrupted me with, "Faythe, can I talk to you for a minute?" With a sigh, I let go of Kimbley's hand before following the Colonel out to the hallway. He had a really stern look on his face.

"Alright, what the hell's going on?"

"Yesterday, you asked why I looked so happy. I'm sure if you put your brain to it, you can figure everything out."

"Of all people, Faythe, you pick the merciless killer?" The disbelief in his voice was really making my blood boil. Nobody knew the Zolf J. Kimbley I knew. Nobody knew that the so-called heartless man was capable of loving.

"Really, Roy?" I snarled, my anger getting the better of me. "We all killed people in Ishbal."

"He doesn't regret a single death he's caused." By now, my fingers wrapped around his windpipe, despite him being taller than me. Wrath seeped in my blood at his careless statements.

"You're wrong. Utterly, completely wrong." My grip let loose from his windpipe. After they withdrew themselves, Roy's charcoal eyes searched mine in loathing. I didn't care. "If you knew him at all, you'd figure out that he's human, just like the rest of us."

"He's a heartless bastard!"

"And so are you for accusing him!" My palm connected with his face. Had this been under any other circumstance, Roy would have torched my ass a long time ago. But this dispute was between friends, not co-workers and military occupants. "You have no idea how he felt when he found out it was my parents he killed." With that, I walked away.

"Hey, I'm going back up to the room." I'd told Kimbley when I'd walked into the mess hall, still fuming from my conversation with Roy. Kimbley's head lolled back, amber eyes staring intently up at me.

"Mhkay," He hummed. "I'll be up there shortly." Once again, he puckered his lips for just a peck. To be completely honest, I loved the fact that he was being over affectionate, whether it was in public or private. The fact that he acted somewhat the same in both situations proved his actions were genuine. Of course, he was notorious for loving the thrill of explosions - he still had to keep up his reputation - but he was a touchy guy.

I headed back to our room, my head deeply submerged in thoughts. Most of them pertained to mine and Roy's argument. I was still fuming, I assumed. Obviously, I couldn't tell if I was on the outside, but I sure as hell was on the inside.

Our room was the same as we left it this morning, meaning no bullshit from Archer this time. Maybe it was too early for the bastard to be crawling out. Considering it was still morning and I had nothing to do, I laid atop our makeshift double bed. My arms were folded beneath my head, propping it up slightly as I stared at the blank ceiling. Slowly but surely, my mind had begun to form images in the pure white that lulled my eyes shut.

"It's not even noon and you're taking a nap?"

"I was until your dumb ass decided to wake me up." I groaned, rolling over to face the window and away from the bastard intruding my sleep.

"I like to think that I have a nice ass, thank you." Speaking of ass, someone's hand flew to mine in a not-so gentle smack. "As do you." Despite my best efforts to try and ignore him, my hand magically flew around to attempt to whack him in the face. Apparently, he was already prepared for said attack, and managed to grasp my hand. Still slightly ticked off, I didn't say anything back. Instead, I just turned away from him. Yet again, the bed sank in as he laid himself beside me.

"C'mon, don't let it get to you." He murmured just as he wrapped an arm around my stomach. His words of comfort weren't doing much for me.

"Sorry that it bothers me." I bit back sarcastically. His thin, but full lips pressed to the base of my neck.

"Let them think all the stupid things they want. In the end, you and I both know the truth." By now, I'd turn to face Kimbley completely as my anger faded. My eyes began to droop with exhaustion.

"So then, what's the truth?" He held his signature grin while his eyes shut. Lips and teeth began to graze along my collarbone. They traveled even further down as his fingers worked my blue, state-issued jacket off. "Hey…" I attempted to remind him that I had even asked a question. Kimbley's frosty, amber eyes just glanced up, playfulness and joy sprinkled in the hues.

"The truth? That I'd gladly give up my life for you. It wouldn't even matter if you'd do the same for me-"

"Even though I would."

"Right. But even if you wouldn't, I would still do anything and everything for you." I felt myself nestle into him more as his hand began to unbuckle my belt. He still had an arm draped around my waist while his other hand continued to work my pants off.

I almost could have just shut my eyes and fallen asleep, considering how comfortable I was. Instead, my eyes traveled up only to find his amber hues trained solely on me. A small sigh escaped my lips before I reached up to kiss his.

"You truly are amazing." I mumbled low enough that the veins in his lips could barely feel it; he simply grinned.

"Oh yeah?" By now, my pants were off and Kimbley was trying to pull my tank-top off my body. There was more than just a hint of smugness in his voice. "Why am I so amazing?" He asked.

"Because," His lips were sweet on mine as I pulled him down for a kiss more passionate than the last. "You treat me like a princess," He interrupted me by all but tearing my bra off, and tossing it aside. "You're sweeter than sugar," Just as I had finished this statement, his canines sank into the base of my neck. "And you're perfect in nearly everyway." To retaliate to his interruptions, my fingers traced along the defining lines of his abs.

Kimbley, being quite sensitive to the touch, breathed a shudder every time my fingers pulled away in the slightest centimeter.

"In what way am I not perfect?" He managed to whisper as I peeled off his tank top. My hands already began to unbuckle his belt.

"Besides the fact that you're not naked yet?" He grinned appreciatively before complying to my innuendo and removing his pants. His fingers hooked into my boy briefs as his tongue traced the crevices in my mouth. To even up the playing field, my hand snaked into his boxers to grasp his hardened erection. I felt him gasp as I did so, and a moan escaped him as I gently stroked him.

He forced himself to pull away, most likely due to his lack of breath. "Faythe…" He gasped out just as my thumb pressed over his head. Kimbley's arms were snaked around my lower back, crushing me to his body as I continued to toy with him. Changing up tactics periodically weren't much salvation for him, either. "Babe, I hate you right now." An evil grin crept its way onto my lips as my grip on him tightened.

"C'mon, Zolf," I purred before releasing his solid member. My fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers and nearly tore them from his body. "Don't be such a woman."

"Oh, I'll show you a woman." Using his domineering strength, Kimbley managed to flip us both over so that he was on top. His arms caged me beneath him while his liquid gold gaze kept me captivated. Being anything but gentle, Kimbley attacked my neck, biting on the supple flesh. Calloused fingers began to massage my breasts as his teeth sank into my weak point. I felt warmth and blood pooling into the puncture until his tongue to began to lap at the wound. "I love you," His breath tingled on my lips his fingers slid slyly into my briefs again. "For everything that you are."

My hands gripped his biceps, fingernails attempting to dig into the muscle as he made me completely bare. His hands enveloped my hips as he gave an experimental lap along my slit. My breath hitched as my hands flew to grip our bed sheets. Liking my immediate response, Kimbley's tongue explored my folds before finding my clit. This time, my fingers weaved themselves into his luscious locks as his tongue toyed with me.

"Zolf!" I was nearly breathless as he did all but enter me. When I felt him pull away, I glanced down to see his amber hues glimmering up at me.

"That's my girl." Kimbley graced my lower lips with a kis before fully letting his tongue in. My hips attempted to buck, but since Kimbley was so insistent with torturing me, he held my hips down. To further his horrendous torture, he moved his tongue as slow as possible, allowing the feeling to linger on my walls. I could feel him begin to withdraw menacingly.

"Zolf…" I whined, my knees attempting to trap him so he wouldn't just leave me there. Kimbley groaned back questioningly. His amber eyes were smoldering with lust as he gazed up at me. "P-please, just-" Without warning, he thrust back in as roughly as possible. My breath became locked within my lungs and my digits tugged at his locks. The newfound, rapid pace had my body convulsing in ways I'd never even though possible. Warmth began to pool in my lower stomach. My muscles began to clench around him as my nerves were overloaded with pleasure. I could tell my climax was just around the corner.

Instead, someone decided he wanted to be a douche bag, and pulled away once away. "Zolfff…" Whining had always bothered me, which was why I rarely ever did it, but Kimbley was my exception to everything. He never answered me; his lips covered mine instead with his tongue coating the cavern of my mouth. A hint of mango and vanilla settled on my taste buds.

When he pulled away from me, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He wasn't getting away that easily. I managed to hoist myself up so that our bare chests touched before planting kisses from his collar bone and back up to his lips.

"What was that?" Kimbley murmured with his forehead resting against mine as he pulled away from our lip lock once again. My head was resting completely on our pillows while being held captive by his body.

"What was what?"

"You said something when you kissed me." Rolling my eyes, I mouth it again. Kimbley's eyebrows were still raised in confusion. This time, I moved my lips to his ear, barely mumbling my words against the shell.

"I love you."

"I love you too," He murmured with more volume than I had given. "But why mouth it? Why not just say it aloud?"

"Because sometimes, the truth doesn't have to be spoken. Especially when we both know it's the truth." Kimbley shifted slightly to press his lips to my forehead; I could feel them forming "I love you" on my skin.

Without warning, he thrust inside of me. My eyes shut in sheer pleasure. My back arched wildly, my chest colliding into his once again. Kimbley's teeth grazed my clavicles, nipping along the skin of my collar bone.

"You're perfect," He murmured, slowing his steady pace. "in everyway possible."

"You are awfully talkative tonight." I retorted, trying my absolute best to get him to speed up his tempo. Kimbley said nothing in reply. He drew his hips back, almost withdrawing completely from me. For a fleeting moment, I thought he was actually going to stop in the middle of sex to have a serious talk with me. Well, that's what his expression was.

Kimbley proved me wrong -as always- by slamming back into me and pounding away at me at a rapid pace. A scream tore from my lungs as I threw my head back. My body was convulsing in sheer pleasure. Without even missing a beat, Kimbley rolled us over to have me straddling him. The grip he had on my hips were tight enough to let me know he was still in charge, and to leave a beautiful bruise.

I didn't give a fuck.

The inhuman speed Kimbley was thrusting up into me was the only thing that mattered to me at the moment. My hair tickled the small of my back as I was being bounced up and down - a few strands clung to my skin due to the film of sweat that coated my body.

"Fuck…fuckk.." I hadn't even realized words had been leaving my lungs until my throat had begun to hurt. My entire lower region had gone completely numb of pleasure. Kimbley rolled us back over, still pounding inside of me deeply. Although his rhythm was beginning to falter. He laid his forehead on top of mine once again, his pants of breath caressing my face.

"Cum for me." He begged in a barely audible tone. Was rendered unable to reply, most likely due to all the moans and screamed that replaced my breathing. Instead, I guess Kimbley took it as a sign on not giving in. His right hand traced the curves of my body, the pads of his fingers ghosting over my skin until they traveled to my clit.

"Zolf!" he rubbed it frantically, pooling pleasure into my lower abdomen at an alarming rate. He no longer had a rhythm or pace, but thrust into me desperately. It was obvious he was on the verge of his climax, he just didn't want to be the first to break.

Much to his satisfaction, my muscled clenched around him as my orgasm took over my sense. Kimbley followed immediately, releasing his seed inside of me.

"You're everything to me." He whispered, with his eyes shut and his body still. I was still trembling from the powerful orgasm, but felt completely worn out. My eyes began to close, eventually being lulled to sleep by the sweet nothings he left on my skin.

"Hey sunshine, you're finally up." was the first thing I had heard when I had opened my eyes. Kimbley was fully dressed in his uniform, sitting at the bedside. I took a brief moment to note his cleaned up appearance, wondering when he had left my side.

"How long have I been asleep?" He rolled his eyes.

"Nearly the whole afternoon. The sun is starting to set." I gave a bit of a hum in understanding before letting the room fall into silence. "You alright?" He asked, barely voicing his full concern. I nodded slightly before continuing.

"A bit sore, but I'm just thinking."

"'Bout what?"

"I dunno, I just have a million thoughts running through my head about everything and nothing at the same time." Zolf just chuckled before wrapping his arms around my bare body and pulling me to his chest.

"Go take a shower, babe. Clear your mind. Then we'll go for a walk or something." He gave me no room for protest, considering he nearly dragged me to our bathroom and let the shower water heat up.

I no longer felt exhausted, thanks to my shower, but the lower half of my body was still incredibly sore. I had a towel wrapped around my body with my mahogany locks dripping down my back. Exiting back to our main room, I noted Kimbley had changed from his military uniform and into a white suit that I hadn't seen before.

"You look all fancy, what's the occasion?" He just smirked before handing me a nude, strapless bra, nude boy briefs, a long zip-up cover on a hanger, usually used to cover formal dresses.

"No questions, just go get ready." I slipped back into the bathroom, obeying his words. I wasn't too sure where Kimbley had retrieved any of these items or when, but he was up to something.

Regardless, after putting the undergarments on, I wrapped my damn hair into a towel so that it wouldn't drip on my mystery item. I unzipped the cover to reveal a beautiful white, tea-party length dress. A soft, violet ribbon that rested just below the breast area really highlighted the white-violet sequins in the corset.

Just so it wouldn't get damaged, I made sure to do my hair and make-up before slipping that gorgeous fabric on my skin. It looked even better on rather than on the hanger. The skirt was full and fun, and merely added to the beauty.

I walked out of the bathroom just to have Zolf dangle a pair of opal-white heels in my face. "C'mon beautiful, let's get goin'."

"Seriously Zolf, where are we going?" He just grinned as carried me. Yes, carried me. All the way from our headquarters to I don't even know where.

"Right here." Much to my surprise, I noticed green and a couple of trees in the middle of the desert. Kimbley had let me down and I began to run towards the foreign site.

"An oasis? How did you find an oasis?" Though he didn't answer immediately, I began to un-strap the heels he had given me, gripped onto them tightly and walked along the edge of the oasis. The cool water licking at my feet was such a nice contradiction to the deathly desert heat.

"I was looking for a place for us, away from everybody."

"Hm?" I hummed. "What for? And why are we dressed up?" Kimbley chuckled, offering a hand to me. Graciously, I took it, and he yanked me so his arms rested on my lower back.

"Because, Faythe. We need to talk." My blood ran cold. That phrase always meant "Doom ahead". His forehead and nose lined up with mine as gold eyes rested on green.

"What's going on…?" Kimbley just grinned, pulling an arm away from my waist. I was terrified right now. He made sure we were away from everyone, if he was going to do anything bad, now was the perfect opportunity. Kimbley reached into his back right pocket and I went stiff. Should I run? It didn't really matter, my legs wouldn't move. His arm snaked in between our bodies, his hand clenched tightly into a fist. My eyes shut, waiting for the impact.

None ever came.

Instead, his hand opened loosely, revealing a small, black object in it.

"Zolf…?" When I looked up at him, he was only grinning down at me.

"Take it." He insisted. My fingers wrapped around the black box. "Open it." Once again, I obeyed. I pulled the latch open, revealing a thin, silver band with a Philosopher's stoned mounted onto it. My breath was lost somewhere within my lungs as my eyes remained wide. Glancing up at Kimbley, I noticed his signature smirk, was a full on, soft-hearted smile.

"Marry me."

Author Note: FINALLY UPDATED! Yay 3 I think I got my writing knack back. I dunno where it went, maybe vacation :? Anyway, who was expecting Kimbley to ask her to marry him? 'Cause I wasn't /: lolol. I'm just kinda sad because the next chapter is T-H-E-L-A-S-T-C-H-A-P-T-E-R. sadness. review? :D

UnderTheHood: Your review made me smile, a lot :D As for Kimbley dying, well that's a secret ;D

Disclaimer: I do not own any publicly recognizable characters, objects, or songs. I do, however, own part of this plot, Faythe and Caden Chevalier, Lacey and Haley (Although those two have only been briefly mentioned). Steal them, and I'll have Gluttony eat you.