That night, Pyro was in Spot's room getting ready for bed. She was in the process of changing out of her clothes and into a night gown. The door swung open and then crashed shut. It was Spot and to his surprise, Pyro was standing there in just her undergarments. She turned around and just stared at him for a moment. "Conlon! Don't you knock?"

"Not when I'm going into my own room." He replied as his eyes wandered over her barely clothed body.

"You share this room with me now…" She stammered as he took a step towards her. "What are you doing?" She took a few steps back.

"Pyro O'Shea, I have a confession for you." He had her backed up against the wall. He placed his hands on either side of her on the wall. Reaching up, he gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. "I love you." He whispered in her ear.

Pyro took a deep breath as she watched him. "You love me?" She asked as her eyes wandered over his face. "Spot… I… I love you too." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Ever since you saved me from Oscar I've been trying to think of a way to tell you. But, my words usually came out as cursing you for something you've done to make me mad." She ranted on a bit. It was something she did when she was nervous and she had never told anyone she loved them. Never would she think Spot would be the first person she said that to.

"Baby, don't be nervous." He leaned in close to her and captured her lips with his. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip, nipping at it slightly. Then, he let his tongue enter her mouth. Their tongues entwined with one another, massaging and caressing each other. Spot pulled her undershirt over her head, breaking the kiss for a moment.

"You're not just doing this so I'll let you come with me to the races tomorrow, are you?" Pyro asked as she rested her forehead against his. She was only teasing him and they both knew it. "Because if you keep me up all night long then I may just skip the races." She began unbuttoning his shirt. When she reached the last button, she slid it off of his shoulders. She pulled his undershirt out of his pants and over his head.

"Darling, I wouldn't have told you I love you if I didn't mean it." Spot backed up towards the bed, pulling her with him. They both landed on the bed, entwined in one another's arms. Spot cupped Pyro's breasts in his hands as his mouth met hers in another fierce kiss. He rolled them over so that he was on top of her. Their hands explored every inch of each other's bodies. He trailed his hands down over her stomach and then rested them on her hips. He hooked his thumbs in the rim of her panties and tugged them off of her. He tossed them to the side and smirked at her.

Spot placed his hands on either side of her head on the bed and looked at her body. Laying beneath him was the one girl he had always wanted to be with. Pyro O'Shea was completely bare on Spot Conlon's bed. "Back at ya, baby." She trailed her tongue over her lips as her hands fumbled with his pants for a moment. She finally, got her hands steady and unfastened his pants. She pulled them off along with his underwear in one fell swoop.

Spot and Pyro were naked and entangled in each other's bodies. The two had always clashed. Now, it seemed like they were the only two people in the world. They had finally 

confessed their love for one another. After years of build up, they both gave in to what they were hiding from one another.

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