ENJOY!!!
Disclamer: I don't own Storm Hawks. But I'm too busy listening to Linkin Park to complain.
Working with crystal shards was dangerous business.
And Piper knew it.
But having no work gloves except her everyday ones, she had to be extra careful.
But accidents happen, and one of the blue shards made a long, red line in the tip of her middle finger.
The crystal specialist cursed under her breath, and tried to use a pair of tweezers to take the shard out. She only made things worse, as the tweezers had a larger shard stuck to it, and she ended up slicing another cut next to the previous one.
Wrapping her hand around her wounded finger and trying to ignore the stinging pain, she wandered into the living room, trying to remember where they kept the bandages.
"Something wrong?"
It was Aerrow.
She faced him. "Just some cuts. No problem."
"No problem?" He took her right hand, the hand that was wrapped around her middle finger, and pried open her tightening fingers. Leaf green eyes widened a bit.
She glanced at her now bloody palm, the two cuts hidden in a rivulet of scarlet.
"Oh. That's a lot of blood", she muttered, feeling the full pain. "I was going to get some…"
Whatever the strategist was going to say was cut off as her leader closed his lips over her bloodied finger.
A surprised blush came to her cheeks as she felt his tongue press against her wounded digit. It was all she could do not to scream, or gasp, or give any wrong reactions, so, not knowing what else to do, she just rigidly stood there, letting the redhead swallow the receding river of warm crimson, and feeling the heat of a volcano rush to her face.
Just when she felt as if her cheeks could burn off, he took her finger out of his mouth and said, "There. It should be okay."
Aerrow paused to wipe a stray drop of blood that had escaped from the corner of his mouth. "There are some bandages in the medical cabinet in the bathroom."
"T-th-thanks", Piper stammered, scuffling her feet into the direction of the bathroom, seeing him smile out of the far end of her eye.
"You're welcome", he replied.
When she got to the bathroom, she washed the blood from her hands and reached for a bandage. Applying a dab of ointment and wrapping the white strip around her middle finger, carnelian eyes widened and her shoulders lifted as she heard a loud curse coming from somewhere in the Condor. Running to the kitchen, for that's where the noise had come from, the sight of her leader growling and holding his head in pain met her.
"Argh…stupid refrigerator!"
She tried to hold in a laugh as she asked him what happened.
"I accidentally hit my head", he answered sheepishly, an embarrassed smile evident on his face. "I see you've been able to help yourself." He motioned to her bandaged finger.
"Yeah", she replied, another red blush spreading across her face as she remembered what he had done earlier. An idea came to her, and, walking calmly over to her captain, she took him by the hair and kissed the bruise that formed in his scalp.
Aerrow froze, his pained mutterings fading into breathy pants. The feeling of her delicate hands fisting in his ruby red hair and her body pressed against him caused a nervous blush to creep across his face.
"That's for helping me earlier", Piper whispered, her hands and her lips breaking contact.
"No problem", he absentmindedly replied
"Need anything for your bruise?"
"Nah. I'll be fine. The pain's gone." Flashing a smile at her, he murmured, "Thanks."
The crystal specialist nodded and walked away, leaving a very red redhead to ponder what had just happened.
Later that day, with a lot of complaining, Finn and Junko mopped up the place. In no time, every floor had turned slippery, and the blonde and the Wallop had fun with some sliding races.
The wet floors would not show mercy to the Storm Hawks leader, who was coming out of his room to check up on his skimmer. He suddenly slipped and fell flat on his back; grumbling, he tried to get up, and, somehow, ended up falling hard on his chest and chin. Resting his cheek on the cold, wet floor to give the throbbing pain in his chest and shoulders time to recede, he saw his navigator slowly making her way towards him.
"Aerrow! Let me guess, you slipped and fell". She placed her hands on her tiny waist.
"Yeah…", he groaned.
"Tell me where it hurts", the orange-eyed girl said, carefully kneeling near his head.
"Vy test am vy vac", the teen leader mumbled.
"What?"
"My chest and my back", he replied more clearly, struggling to get up. She took him by arms and helped him into a sitting position. She went behind him and started to massage the area between his shoulders.
"What are you doing?", he asked with a bit of a warning tone to his voice.
"Giving your shoulders a massage", she answered simply. "I learned this from a bit of light reading. Now stay still."
Despite a somewhat foreign but familiar urge, he obeyed and, bending his head forward, let her delicate hands work at his shoulder blades, his collarbones, and at the nape of his neck. A wave of heat that surpassed the pain flowed throughout his body, and staying still was starting to become a challenge.
"I'm done with your back. Did you mention your chest?"
An even stronger wave of heat struck him hard. A massage to his back was enough to bear, but chocolate-colored hands smoothing his firm torso…
He shook his head to banish the oncome of obscene thoughts. He bit his tongue, hoping he could force out the word 'no'. Say it, c'mon, just say it…
"Yeah, I did."
Oblivious to the pretty blush that hinted at Piper's face, Aerrow groaned inwardly and wanted nothing more than someone to shoot him on the spot.
But the feeling quickly went away as he felt her hands at his chest, her tapered fingers placing just the right amount of pressure to his pecs. Watching her closely, he saw that her breathing was coming faster and faster, her hands went slowly and almost teasingly, and her eyes were narrowing. She bit down hard on her lower lip, hard enough to draw a drop of blood.
"Ow! Aw, great", she winced, a hand flying to her now wounded lip.
The strategist tried her best to wipe away the blood when the redhead gently loosened her pinched fingers and pulled her hand downwards.
"Here", he said, inching closer to her. "Let me help you."
And with that, he caught her bleeding lip between his own lips. Leaf green eyes widened at the sensation; carnelian eyes closed in bliss. She trailed her hands down his shoulders and gave a gentle push, intending to lean towards him to deepen the kiss, but in the process (and thanks to a slippery floor), she had gotten them into a very awkward, but apt, position: girl on top, guy on the bottom.
Piper gave a surprised squeak, but Aerrow only smiled and pulled her downwards, this time pressing his mouth to hers in the correct fashion. She tangled her tapered digits into his bright red hair and slowly lost herself to the dizzying feel of the kiss.
When both finally broke away for air, he slowly traced her bottom lip, caressing soft circles around its wounded area.
"This is okay, I hope?"
The orange-eyed girl smiled. "Yeah, much better. Speaking of which, I forgot to thank you." She laid a grateful kiss upon his lips. "Thank you."
"Always welcome."
OMG!!! That sucked!!!
Yes, another sucky ending!!!
I'm kicking myself right now, you realize!!! And HARD!!! (damn my leg hurts…)
I feel so crappy because THIS is the reward for all your guys patience!!!
You guys only loved me and this is what I have to give!!!!
I feel like crap right now….
9th Kiss: Lovebirds
Nightjar gives Aerrow and Piper a lesson in love with a little help from her feathered friends.
See ya all soon!!!!
Love,
Lady Azar
