A/N: I'm so proud of myself for getting this down. This is easily my most popular full-length story ever. I really hope you guys are enjoying it as much as I am. So here's another one in Gwen's POV.

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all. Plot is by Crushed Hale.x and characters are by MOA.

Kevin had been drilling me. He told me that this was how his dad taught him to use his powers so well, how he learned so fast. Constant focus and nothing else. And so far, we weren't getting anywhere. We had been working for nearly two days straight with only a few minutes for food and an hour or two for rest each day. And when I said drill, I meant it literally.

"Come on," he hissed through gritted teeth, clearly growing evermore impatient by the second. "You've got this, Gwen. Just take a deep breath and-"

"SHUT UP!" I raged at him. My hands clenched to fists and I gave him a glare in the form of daggers, mercilessly furious with him. "JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!"

He cowered back for a second, fear taking over his features for a few rare seconds before his eyes glimmered with that devilish sparkle I had grown too accustomed to. Kevin gave me a hard stare. "If you want out, you gotta work with me, got that?"

"If you want out, you're gonna need me, got that?"

Between us, a silent battle was raging. I was furious, he was happy, I wanted him so badly I could taste it, he was staring at me when he thought I wasn't looking, and we were growing up in a bloody prison with a crimson sky and a world of stone. This was the ultimate Hell.

His eyes seemed to soften for a moment before his thoughts recollected themselves and he was right back on top of me, intent on unlocking my powers. "Come on, I know you can do it."

"So do I, but why do we need to push it?" I was snarling at him by that point, fury boiling in my blood, simmering to dangerous levels. "We'll get out. We'll be free eventually." My eyes glittered with anger. "So shut it, would you, Levin?"

He actually seemed stung. And he sat back. He locked his fingers behind his head, bare chest revealing his clear eight-pack of pure muscle that he had accumulated as he stretched himself out. It was hard to even remember the monster he used to be now. He was just so simple and so sweet now... Was this even the same guy?

"Kevin," I started, wanting to take the words back, but he cut me off before I could go any further.

"I have to be missing something." His obsidian eyes were shut, hidden from me so I couldn't read his emotions or anything. As long as I couldn't see his eyes, I wouldn't know what he was thinking. "Your powers need fuel... Mana... Something's missing..." His face twisted up for a second like he was in pain before relaxing again. Then he shifted, standing up to pace.

This bugged the shit outta him, not knowing what to do. Neither of us were exactly the dominant one in our relationship built off of survival, but Kevin definitely held the upper hand with knowledge. He knew what he was talking about when he did talk. And when he was really -blocked-ed with himself, he would pace to beat Hell. There were literally ruts in the floor where he had walked back and forth for hours on end.

And if anything bugged the shit outta me, it was that.

"Stop," I said, falling back down to sit across from him, chin in my hand. "Whenever you do that, it really irritates me." I flipped my hair from my eyes. It was turning the color of fall leaves from dirt and grime and muck that I kept getting myself into. And it was long. The very end of it was already long past my waist and halfway down my thighs.

"How'd you do it the last time?" he asked, mostly to himself. Then his gaze flickered to me. "Some kind of emotional trigger maybe?"

I let my gaze stray to the fire as I shrugged. "I just wanted it dead. Not sure how wanting something dead could make a portal though."

His deep black eyes found me, those two endless abysses begging. He wanted out more than the world. He wanted out even more than I did. And I wanted to help him, but I was getting so sick and tired of all this that I just wanted to scream-

Before either of us really knew what was going on, I was working my way around the fire to him and he was walking around the stones to get to me. And suddenly I was in his arms, those warm arms that I had wanted around me for so long now. I found his embrace even more comforting than I had ever imagined. He was so warm, just so warm...

Kevin's fingers stroked my hair, running through the dirt and grime. And I looked up into his pleading eyes only to have his lips find mine, both of us desperate for some sort of comfort some sort of love, anything that would make us feel human, together, alive, anything.

His body was against mine and we were hot and heavy in a matter of moments, fourteen and already getting my first kiss turned make-out session with the guy who had once tried to kill me. And his fingers, so soft, ran across my skin, feeling like the kisses of a butterfly.

The boy was magic. He knew exactly how to get to me. As his hungry lips moved down my neck, I felt myself moaning, not even knowing what I was doing or what I wanted. I was driven by instinct, just knowing that this was Kevin and he was here and this was all so real, my fantasies finally come true. His hands kept wandering up and down my sides before finally settling on my back as if he knew what he was doing.

Once more, his mouth mashed against mine violently. We needed this. All this tension, all this madness, all this pain, all this pressure. It was finally getting released. I was finally able to relax in his arms and feel his warm embrace as he took me in.

And I was ready to love Kevin. I had been ready since he saved me. I had fallen for him so hard, so fast. I wished I could've known him sooner.

Eventually, we found ourselves toppling onto the pile of old Necrofriggin wings that we used as beds, his body lingering on top of mine as we kissed so passionately that I could feel sparks bouncing between us like little flashes of lighting in our lips and in our hearts.

After what had to be an hour but felt like only moments, he laid beside me instead of crushing my smaller body with his muscular one. And his eyes flashed with faint emotions that I couldn't come to recognize. Love, maybe?

Because I definitely loved him whether he knew it or not.

And the first thing either of us were capable of saying was "Wow."

A/N: I feel that was a chapter well done. Hormones, much? I hope you loved reading it as much as I loved writing it! And keep reviewing to see more!

~Sky