They materialised in Nox's hotel room and she immediately shed her cloak. Rezef then lifted the man up onto her bed and starting tending to his health.
The physical wounds had been healed, but Sting was still immensely weak from all the magical power he had used during the fight. He also had a little fever, due to the extent to which he had pushed his own body. Sighting slightly, Rezef summoned a clean cloth, a brook of cold water and, soaking it slightly, delicately placed it on his forehead. She drew the covers over his body and went into her little kitchen to make him a hot soup.
She was searching through her draws for some spoons when she felt Sting stir a little. Finally finding the metal object, she grabbed the bowl full of miso soup and made her way to her bed. His eyes were trying to open, but the light of the room was hurting his retina. She quickly turned the ceiling bulbs off and the light of the city pooled in from the open widows on both sides. His eyes opened once more, and soon focused on the figure that was sitting on the bed, next to his torso. Rezef.
"_Rez..." she smiled at him, and lifted the steaming bowl off her lap. Softly blowing on a spoonful of miso, she locked eyes with him. Once it had cooled down enough, she brought it to his lips.
"_you need to eat, and drink."
.
Once Sting had finished his bowl of soup, he laid back down onto the cool sheets. Rezef drew the covers up to his shoulders, before tucking them in. He smiled and chuckled. She brushed an imaginary strand of hair away from his forehead and wrung up the cloth before applying it. His eyes closed in content.
"_hey, Rez?"
"_yes?"
"_Rogue, where is he?"
"_Minerva is taking care of him right now. She ran down into the arena to take him when he fell."
Sting chuckled a little, his eyes still closed.
"_I am glad... he has liked her for quite some time now. I find it funny that he always knows when I am in love but cannot seem to perceive his own emotions."
Rezef smiled slightly, even bitterly.
"_you know, Sting. People are often more receptive to the love others have than the one they have."
His eyes opened.
"_and you, Rez? Do you have someone you would run to in an arena if he was wounded?"
She stopped in her tracks, turned around slightly and looked at the light dragon slayer.
"_I didn't think you would feel the need of asking me that question, Sting."
His eyes turned to hers, as she plopped the bowl and spoon she was holding down on a chest of drawers. She turned back to him and walked over to his bed.
"_do you have someone you would run to without that cloak?" he asked again.
"_yes." He closed his eyes, defeated. Her voice started again.
"_yes I do. Someone I have ran to and never really left. Someone who has helped me without even knowing it."
"_does he know you... Rez?"
"_yes, yes he does. And the craziest is that he stuck by. Sometimes I wonder just how crazy dragons can be."
His heart warmed up at those words. Dragons.
Maybe, maybe he had a slight chance.
A very audacious sunray sneaked in through the window as the sun started to rise. It tickled Sting's face, and the man slowly opened his eyes. His body felt rested, and he had stopped aching all over.
His eyes closed again at the thoughts of the previous day. His hands passed through his hair, as he felt tears pool in his eyes.
Lector and Frosch. They had hurt his Exceed.
His hand was slowly coming to rest by his side when he felt the warmth of a body near his. He turned to the side, finding a sleeping Rezef lying next to him. A small smiled graced his lips. Her arms sneaked up around his middle in her sleep, and her head inched closer. He wrapped his own around her and pulled her near.
Her face was mere millimetres away from his, and he could feel her breath tickle his neck every time she exhaled. Her black and silver hair was sprayed onto the sheets, and she was wearing his clothes she had borrowed a few days back. In his eyes, she was beautiful.
Sting didn't really know why he did it, or what power pushed him to, but he felt the urge to, and despite having talked about hearts with her just the night before, he couldn't resist.
He kissed her.
Her lips were full, firm and a purple colour. They were cold like ice. They tasted metallic, like blood and also a bit like the light he ate. He liked it. Her scent was surrounding him, and he was slowly drowning himself in her. Suddenly, his eyes shot open.
Her arms sneaked around his neck as she answered his kiss. His lips were soft, like honey. They were warm and inviting, making his every word appealing. Her fingers trailed in his hair, as she peeked between her lashes. He was closing his eyes he had opened in surprise. She smirked against his mouth. She had come to a conclusion.
She was definitely in love with the idiot named Sting Eucliffe.
She stepped out of the bathroom, only dressed in a towel. She saw Sting's eyes trail down her legs, and laughingly she walked past him. He plopped a kiss on the crown of her head before entering the steamy room.
Rezef wasn't quite sure as to where her and Sting stood, but she didn't really care. She knew he loved her, and he knew it was reciprocal. That was, in her eyes all that mattered. Sucking it all up like the big girl she was, she pulled on a pair of trousers and his top. She really was in love with his clothes.