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Disclaimer: I don't own Storm Hawks. Imagine the things I'd do if I did…


Piper fell gratefully on her bed, a languid feeling overcoming her.
She had quite a day, and she wanted to get some shut-eye. She changed into her nightwear, a white tank top and cotton shorts underneath a black silk nightrobe with orange-fuzz trim, and picked up her hairbrush.
Few people knew that Piper liked to go to the top of the Condor and brush her hair there. She did this when she wasn't too tired to say good-night to the stars before going to bed.
It was very windy outside, so, trying to keep her balance, she sat down, grabbed a handful of her dark blue hair and began to thread the bristles of the wooden brush through it. Brushing her hair and stargazing was a good combination for relaxation, so she was very surprised when she heard someone say, "Hey."

She swore she could've jumped out of her skin. Aerrow was sitting across from her, wearing a thin black T-shirt and baggy gray pants. One of his legs was lazily stretched out before him.
"What are you doing up here?"
"I'd be asking you the same question.", she answered.
"Just looking at the stars." His eyes searched the night sky.
"Yeah, me too", she said. "And giving my hair a good brush."
"Brushing your hair? Do you always come out at night and do this?"
"Only when I'm not too tired."
Leaf green settled over dark blue. "I've always liked your hair."

Again came that jumpy skin feeling.
"M-my hair?", the strategist stammered, dropping her brush.
"Yeah. I've always thought it was midnight blue, the color of the night sky."
She picked up her brush and kept on brushing.
"I don't really know what I like about your hair, but it's a nice color." Aerrow moved a little closer to her and looked back at the starlit sky.
She blushed madly and tried to change the subject. Placing her brush down, for her dark blue hair was now straightened into flattering curls, she whispered, "The sky looks really beautiful tonight, doesn't it?"
Her leader, however, did not answer.
She felt a sudden wave of heat spark in her hand, and looking down, saw that his callused fingers were partially locked with her tapered digits. Another wave of heat spread across her cheeks, and for once, she was thankful for her dark skin to hide the pulsing red.
"Yeah", he answered. "It does." But his voice was faint, as if in a trance, and she knew that something was on his mind.
He absentmindedly sweeped his other hand over some faraway stars. "I've always thought that each and every one of those stars are the spirits of someone or something who once lived."
"So every star represents a life that has lived?"
"Yes." He slowly turned to her and drew his hands around her neck. Intending to unfasten her diamond necklace, he instead found and enjoyed the feel of her silky, midnight blue strands against his knuckles. Not only were her alluring locks the color of night, it felt like the night, too. Cold like the dew of morning, and silky smooth like the quiet dark.
"What are you doing?", she asked slowly, reaching for the back of her neck where his hands were splayed. Finally unfastening her necklace, he held up the blue diamond before them.
"I wonder if any of those diamonds in the sky is my mom or dad." The pendant glimmered in sync with a winking star. "I still miss mom and dad. I really hope they're watching over me, and I hope they're proud of my accomplishments so far."
"I'm sure they are", the navigator said. "It's the same with my parents. I know they're watching me still, and hoping the best for me."
"Yeah", the redhead replied. "Now you know why I come out here every night. I always tell them everything I want to tell them. Like how great I feel when we've protected Atmos for another day, or about all the friends we've made, or any of my personal thoughts."

Bright red hair fell into his face as leaf green eyes closed a bit. "I only wish they could talk back to me."
Piper nodded with sympathy and understanding, for she too wished that her parents would give her some other answer than encouraging silence.
Aerrow held up the pendant one more time, then fastened it back around her neck, but this time, he decided to thread his fingers through her midnight blue locks.

"Wha-wh-what's going on?", she breathlessly gasped, clearly enjoying the sensation of his fingers kneading at her scalp.
"I've always wanted to do this", he murmured. She tilted her head back and sighed with contentment as he feathered his hands through her mane of silky blue.
A sudden gust of cold wind hit her, and in the next heartbeat, she found herself in her captain's arms.

"Is something wrong?", he asked, concern alight in his green orbs.
"Just a bit cold", she admitted.
His eyes widened a tiny bit, and he skimmed an open palm across her forehead. It rested at her right cheek, and he placed his other hand at the left cheek. Her face was cupped in his hands, and her face flushed embarrassment as he peered at her closely.
"Do you have a fever?"
"Huh?"
"Your face is red."
"No, no. Just the cold. But I think…"
Whatever she was about to say was buffeted by another gust of cold wind. This time, Aerrow caught her and wrapped both arms around her.
"It is windy tonight. Hopefully your warm there", he said to her, looking down in his arms.
"Yes, I am…", Piper answered slowly, for both had realized just how close they were. Their noses touched, their breath mingled, leaf green and carnealian clashed. The crystal specialist hand's were crushed against her leader's chest, and their legs had intertwined.
"Still a bit cold?", he managed.
She nodded, and he answered, "I can fix that."
Any remaining space between them disappeared as his lips gently claimed hers. All she could do was close her eyes and feel the pleasure course through her body. The kiss was seemingly innocent, their teeth softly grinding against each other. Then his tongue swept her lower lip, silently asking for entrance, and she granted access; a soft moan pulled from her throat as the tip of his tongue stroked hers, asking to dance.
Any remaining barriers were broken as the kiss became more passionate and unrestrained. As their tongues danced and their breath stirred and their lips ground harder against each other, midnight blue and bright red blew in the freezing wind, concealing their intimate act from everyone and everything but the shining spirits in the sky above. Calloused, milky white hands fisted in her midnight blue strands; delicate, chocolate-colored ones reached upwards and fisted in bright red locks.
Silvery moonlight shone on the newfound lovers as he gently laid her down, using his arms to cushion her head. With nowhere to back out into, she moaned as she took the full force of his kiss.
But she felt a stop in her lungs, and reluctantly pushed him away as she took a deep breath of air.
"Aerrow…", she murmured as the redhead touched his nose to hers. "That…was…amazing…"
"It was, Piper. It really was", he answered, smoothing her hair. He got up, took her hands, and gently helped her up.
"Let's go inside before Stork worries and thinks we've been kidnapped or something", he said, holding hands with her. "Oh, yeah, Piper?"
"Hmm?"
He gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "I love you."
She kissed him back. "So do I."
They walked back into the Condor, abandoning a hairbrush and a quiet midnight blue sky.


THIS KISS WAS AWESOME!!! I know the ending was crappy, okay?!?!

This kiss was also dedicated to Dark knightress for giving me the idea for the kissing part. GO DARK KNIGHTRESS!!!!
There are 192 different shades of blue, and I always wondered which shade of blue was Piper's hair. I always loved the night, and so I decided that her hair was midnight blue.
Hope you all like this kiss!!!!

8th Kiss: Sketchbook
Piper loves to draw in her sketchbook, and Aerrow's curious to see what's in it.

See you all soon!!!!
Lady Azar