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I know this chapter is short, but I was going to combine it with a little bit a Stephaim fluff when I realized it would be better to hold off and add a little more to it the Stephaim stuff in the next chapter. So now you have a short chapter of Stoey fluff.

Disclaimer: I still don't own HON. I still don't own the characters (Rephaim would so be mine if he and Stevie Rae were too perfect to ever break up). I still don't really own the plot. And I still wish I did, but it all belongs to the wonderful people we know as P.C. and Kristen Cast.

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Chapter 4

Stark

A couple minutes of silence passed before Stevie Rae and Rephaim stood up. Stevie Rae broke the silence by saying, "I'm not really up for anymore Truth or Dare. Maybe we can play more tomorrow."

Everyone nodded at her, so she and Rephaim went back to their tent. (Stevie Rae had insisted on putting one up even though she would have to sleep underground). Even though they had a couple more hours left until dawn, everyone pretty much left to go to their respective tents, leaving Stark and Zoey staring at the dying fire.

"Zoey—" Stark started.

"I'm sorry, Stark," Zoey blurted, her eyes never leaving the fire. "I wanted to tell you, but she made me promise and—"

"Shhhh," Stark soothed, standing to move to the chair next to her. "I'm not mad at you, my queen, and I don't think Stevie Rae or Rephaim or Aphrodite or Darius or anyone is mad at you either." He lowered himself into the chair.

Zoey sighed. "At least it wasn't something dark and scary," she said. "It was just sad. Really sad."

"Yeah," Stark agreed. Then, he allowed his cocky grin to replace his troubled look. "But it at least it didn't have anything to do with spiders," he said, reaching over to tickle Zoey a little, trying to cheer her up.

He was rewarded with Zoey's smile. She finally looked from the fire to her warrior, and her smile became a grin. "Or purses," she teased.

Stark shuddered. "Now that would have been really scary."

Zoey laughed. "Not as scary as spiders."

"Nu-uh," Stark argued. "Spiders are nothing compared to what you people keep in those things."

Zoey rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure."

"Oh, absolutely. I'm glad you agree."

"I did not!" Zoey defended. "It's called sarcasm. Something you, James Stark, are very familiar with."

"Please, you didn't put any of this sarcasm into your words."

Zoey stuck her tongue out at him, which only caused him to laugh, and her to pout and turn her back to him.

"C'mon, Zoey," Stark said, letting his fingers find her hand. She didn't turn to face him, but she intertwined her fingers with his. Stark smiled. "How about this? How about spiders and the inside of girls' purses are equally frightening?"

Stark could see enough of her to see her lips curve up into a smile. "Fine," she finally said.

"Will you turn around?" Stark asked.

Zoey shook her head, tossing her long, black hair back and forth. "C'mon, Z," Stark said as he let go of her hand to wrap his arms around her. She fell back over the arms of her chair and his and ended up with her head against his chest.

She squeezed her eyes tight. "C'mon, my queen," Stark coaxed, but she didn't open her eyes.

"Open your eyes," Stark pleaded.

"No," Zoey answered.

"Please?" he tried.

She thought about it for a minute. "No."

Stark sighed. "Then you leave me no choice," he said, trying to sound regretful.

"Wha—" Zoey started, but was abruptly cut off when her breath left her as he bent down and gently kissed her eyes. Then his lips trailed down to her lips.

Zoey kissed him back, twirling herself around so her lips never left his as she sat up and leaned over the arms of the chair to really make-out with him.

His hands went up to hold her head and run his fingers through her hair, but soon his hands trailed down to her waist. And then to her back where her shirt had ridden up…

Beep, beep, beep.

Zoey pulled away at the sound of her phone, but when she checked it, she was surprised to find that she had no new messages. "Was it yours?" she asked Stark.

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket. There was a text message from…Damien. Shit.

He opened to find a picture attached of him and Zoey by the campfire that had all but gone out. "What is it?" Zoey asked.

Stark tossed the phone to her, and around her hysterical laughter she managed to read, "What size dress do you wear?"

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Well? What do you guys think? I promise the next chapter will be longer.

Also, do you people read this like Stark or Aurox/Heath better? I like both of them, so unless I suddenly fall in love with either one of them, I can have her end up with whoever you guys like more. However, the only way to vote is to review (or maybe PM).

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