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Can I keep you?(puppy dog eyes)
Yeah so, I have some stuff in the note at the bottom, but I think the Sheila's gonna be called Ella which is ironic and I'm definitely thinking about Concord as her mutant name. Thank you so much, sorry for taking an eternity to update.
Sheila POV
Laughter. My own for once. My new companion was funny, and his smile, though I loathe to admit it, was heart warming. While I was freezing, he seemed unbothered by the cold, seeming to radiate heat himself. It was expected, considering his abilities, but I still found myself envious. As I shivered again, he slipped his coat off and slipped it onto my smaller shoulders. I looked up at him, a smile showing my gratitude. For that instant I was caught in his gaze, his eyes smoldering. Our hands brushed as they had before, but this time, he caught my hand, almost shyly. At feeling how cold it was grabbed my other hand as well, warming them with his larger, warmer, calloused hands.
XXX Pyro POV
She was so cold. I didn't think it was possible for a person to be so cold. Even with my preheated jacket she was shivering lightly. Still, it gave me an excuse to hold her hands in mine. To revel in their softness, hands that, though they had signs of actual work, were not fully calloused. When she had looked up at me with that smile I had felt as if something inside me was burning. Not in a destructive way, but in a good way. The snow was falling harder now, even harder than it had fallen before and, almost unconsciously, I found myself pulling her closer. In the distance I saw the door. We were almost to our destination. Judging by the bluish tint to the Sheila's lips, it was a good thing. Still, as we ascended the three short steps to the apartment, I didn't fully want to enter, not wanting to let her go. But we did.
XXX Sheila's POV
He opened the door and we walked inside. The warmth rolled onto me in waves and I shivered from the feel of it in contrast to my cold skin. The door closed behind me and I stood there, taking it all in. It was more spacious than I had expected and surprisingly clean. He pulled me towards a room that I assumed was his own. Rifling through his drawers he withdrew a pair of boxers with flames on them and a giant smoky the bear t-shirt. Oh, the irony. He handed both to me and grinned impishly while covering his eyes with his hands. "Turn around" I said giggling, and he did so.
I took off his jacket and exchanged my soaked clothes for the proffered ones. When I was changed I tapped John on the shoulder. Automatically he took my had in his own and pulled me into a hug. "You're still so cold" he murmured into my hair, pulling me even closer. Even with the added warmth I shivered again. Slowly, he pulled away and I resisted the impulse to latch myself onto him. Grinning, he went to his closet and pulled down a bright red blanked.
Walking back over to me he wrapped it gently around my shoulders twice so it had me fully enveloped. Then, smirking, he lifted me into his arms, one arm supporting my back, the other under my legs. Blushing, I protested, but he shushed me and continued to walk towards what I saw was his kitchen. Once there he set me onto a bar stool and moved over to pull a mug out of a high cabinet. Putting it down, he pulled out a coco packet then filled the mug with water. Seeing me watching him he wiggled his eyebrows and I looked away, blushing. Pulling out his lighter, he manipulated the flame to heat the water. After doing so he added the coco powder with one hand while maintaining the flame with the other.
Setting the hot coco down in front of me, he proceeded to play with the flames. I took a small sip of the hot coco but almost burned my tongue. Immediately he looked up . "Sorry" he murmured and grabbed milk from the fridge to pour in it to cool it down. He then took a sip making sure it was cool enough. We continued like that in silence, alternating sips. Smiling at me he asked "hungry?", my stomach answered for me with a growl. Pulling open the fridge he called over his shoulder "so, you have two options, Sheila: pizza, or pizza" "I think I'll have the pizza" I replied smiling.
Pulling out the pizza and setting it on plates he sat back down, heating them with the flame. Once we had eaten he manipulated the flame into the shape of a puppy with a piece of flame paper in it's mouth. The flame puppy then did puppy dog eyes while the words "kiss the cook aussie" appeared on the paper. Then the flames faded, leaving behind a John using puppy dog eyes. Blushing, I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.
XXX Pyro POV
She kissed me. Strewth! On the cheek, but it got more of a reaction than pashing most girls would. I knew there was a stupid grin on my face but I really didn't care. She was blushing again and it was cute. So I said as much "You're cute when you blush" and so her cheeks got even darker. Laughing I scooted closer to her, tucking her bangs from out in front of her eyes, I saw into them, into the unshed pool of tears and pulled her into a hug. "Why don't you hurt?" she asked. "Touching other people hurts, them too, if I'm not careful, but why not you?". I was puzzled, but I voiced my thoughts anyway as I pulled slightly away, resting my arms around her waist. "Maybe I don't want to hurt you" I said. She looked at me in silence for a moment. Then she threw her arms around my neck clinging to me with a whispered "thank you". "You're not rooted so don't talk like that, right? "Mhmm" she murmured into my neck.
We stayed like that for a small while, but I was reminded of how little sleep we had both gotten when she stifled another yawn. "Tired Sheila?" I asked and as she was about to deny it, she yawned again and, defeated, nodded. "I'll take the couch she said. "Won't take the bed, now will you Sheila?" I asked "No thank you" she whispered in reply. "I have intruded enough as is". Sighing and rolling my eyes at her self deprecation I scooped her much lighter than it should be form and murmured "no you haven't" as I carried her to the couch.
Setting her down and getting her a pillow, she was asleep the instant her head hit said pillow. Smirking, I lifted her up into my arms once more. Quietly, I carried her to my room and set her in the bed, carefully tucking her in. As I looked at her, I lost all will to leave her to go sleep on the couch. Slipping under the covers beside her I felt my eyes drift slowly shut as she curled herself into my side. Then darkness took me.
XXX Sheila's POV
The couch was comfortable and I could no longer keep my eyes from closing. I lay still when I felt myself being lifted once more. He who was lifting me was warm and did not hurt so I assumed It was John, Pyro. He set me down again, this time in a bed and I could feel his gaze upon me. In my almost asleep daze I could sense his emotions, well, the bad ones. He was anxious and, in my almost asleep mind, I didn't want him to leave. So tentatively, I soothed the anxiety from his mind. He slipped in beside me then, and I gravitated closer to his warmth. Slowly, in the safety I felt beside him, I drifted to sleep.
Elen Sila Lumenn Omentielvo! Its Willow again, thank you so much to all those who reviewed. This chapter I tried writing from both Pyro and his Sheila's POV and managed to make Pyro slightly out of character. So, any suggestions as to which POV you prefer or any feedback at all is appreciated. Thanks so much! Also, anyone who can figure out what my greeting means or what its from wins kudos and sway over the future of this story. Thanks so much!
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