Set after the third book. I am aiming for 30 chapters
Warning: Kissing
Paring: Fang and Iggy
Rating: I dunno, PG13 to be safe
Disclaimer: As I've said, I do not own, and if I did, I'd share Fang and Igs with Tomo Potter. Wow, or I'd just watch Figgy 24/7
Chapter 19
Am I Ready?
Iggy woke up the next morning alone in his bed. He looked around the room but saw nothing. He got dressed in slacks and a t-shirt. After he was dressed, he left the room with a yawn and proceeded to the kitchen. He froze when he spotted Fang. He was standing over the oven, covered in flower, making pancakes.
"Did something blow up?" He looked around. Everything was covered in flour.
"No, I just dropped the flour bag, trying to get it off of the top shelf. The bag was opened and most of the flower fell on my head." Iggy smirked.
"Well, I made you pancakes!" Fang said smiling, holding out a plate with three pancakes that were the size of the pan.
"Thank you very snicker much Fang" Fang rolled his eyes.
"Come on, let's watch a movie." Iggy smiled and followed behind him, with his over sized pancakes.
It took Iggy about an hour to eat his pancakes, but as soon as the plate left his lap and was on the floor, so was he.
"Jesus Fang! Horny much?" Iggy asked as Fang began nipping at his jaw. A moan left his parted lips as Fang's hand traveled up his shirt.
"Wait Fang" Fang huffed, sending shivers down Iggy's spine.
"What's wrong?"
"I call top." Iggy said, smirking.
"Forget it." Fang mumbled kissing Iggy hard.
"Fang" He said as another kiss was placed on his lips. "Fang!" and another. "FANG!"
"What!"
"I have to pee." Fang growled and got off him. Iggy walked down the hall and into the washroom. He looked in the mirror and stared at his reflection. Did he really want this? Was he really ready? Would he regret this, did he even love Fang? A tear fell and his face hardened. Yes he wanted this, he needed this. Yeas he was ready, he was more than ready. No, he would not regret this; he would love it and pray for it every night. Did he love Fang? Hell yes, when he looked into the future, all he saw was his face. He loved him, he needed this, and he was ready.
He wiped his hear and headed back to the living room, where the movie was forgotten, and would be for the rest of the day, and possibly the night. He walked into the living room with a smile.
