Chapter 2

Spyro and Cynder are lying together lovingly at the front porch of the temple. Cynder nuzzles Spyro in the neck and purrs while Spyro listens peacefully to Cyril's story. Cyril had decided that on that day, in memory of Ignitus, he would re-tell an adventure that he had with him. This one was different from all the other stories he told though, in this one, Ignitus had saved Cyril's life, not the other way around. Cyril's voice drones on as Volteer and Terrador watch from the temple entrance. Volteer can't seem to get the smell of Cynder out of his mouth and has to keep it shut for fear of the others finding out what he did.

"My my, Volteer, you seem to be quite the silent one today. Is something troubling you?" Asks Terrador with a slight hint of a taunt.

"Huh? Oh, n-nothing. Just have alot on my mind, that's all." Volteer tries his hardest to not breath directly towards Terrador, but it's no use.

"What is that I smell? Volteer my friend, have you been entertaining our young lady friend here?"

"No, why?"

"Because your breath smells like you just took a nose dive into a female dragon's private section. And there isn't another female for miles around! If you did, then don't worry, I'll keep your secret."

Volteer is relived by Terrador's generosity and hangs his head in shame, "Yes, I did."

Terrador laughs and smacks the ground with his huge tail, "You actually did!? Wow! Heh, let's hope you didn't de-virginize her before Spyro, then he would probably get pretty angry."

Spyro stands up and thanks Cyril for the story before heading off too bed. Cynder follows closely behind, sometimes nipping at his tail playfully. Cyril stands up and walks over to his friends at the temple entrance, "Did you two enjoy my epic?" The following two chuckles make Cyril frown, "What is so funny?"

"Volteer just 'assisted' Cynder a few moments ago, can't you smell it?" Terrador motions towards the embarrassed Volteer who shyly opens his jaws and breaths out.

"Oh god! What made you do such a shameful thing?" Asks Cyril while pulling his head back in a disgusted way.

"Maybe the fact that we haven't had a mate for over three hundred years? I'm lonely Cyril, I want someone to cuddle up to at night. Someone to share the same love that Spyro and Cynder do." Terrador is about to call him a wimp and laugh again, but looks inside himself and finds the same longing.

"Volteer has a point, we need a few girl dragons around this place anyway, look at it! It's a mess!" All three of them look around and laugh.

Then Cyril gets an idea, "How about we go looking? Spyro and Cynder need their quite time anyway." The other two nod and take flight while Cyril tells spyro where they plan on going. He catches up too them quickly and they all head towards the closest town.

"What's happening Spyro? Where are they going?" Asks Cynder during a rest from purring and rubbing her head against him.

"Just a little exercise, that's all. Now, we have our private time, what do you want to do with it?" Lies Spyro.

"Well...let's go to the top of the temple and look upon the sunset. Wouldn't it be romantic?" Cynder flutters her eyes. Spyro was actually hoping they could go inside and have some fun, but who knows, they could do it on the roof? That would be an experience.

"Okay, let's go before it becomes night time!" Spyro jumps into the air and flies too the top of the building with Cynder and they both curl around each other while looking out into the misty air, "You were right, this is quite romantic."

"Spyro?" Whispers Cynder.

"Yes Cynder?"

"I've said it, but I still haven't heard it from you. Do you love me?"

Spyro nods and smiles from ear too ear, "Yes Cynder, I love you." She wriggles all over at the sound of those three words and chirps quietly, "What's wrong? Are you cold?" Wonders Spyro while holding out his wing as to suggest her being wrapped by it for warmth. She is just about to decline, but the thought of Spyro's body so close to her's makes her say yes. Spyro covers her with his wing and moves up against her flank. He imeadiatly notices her rapid heart beat and grins evily.

"How much do you love me?"

"Cynder, you are my life, if you felt sad, I'd be sad, if you were happy, I'd be happy, if you died, I'd kill myself to join you. We are made for each other, and we shall always be together. " Spyro blushes and wonders if that was to much but every bit of doubt floods from his face as she brings his mouth up into a kiss. They lie there, embraced in perfect harmony, for three hours. Cynder is finally the first to pull away.

"Oh Spyro, that's the most wonderful thing you've ever said to me." Cynder touches Spyro's mandible with the tip of her bladed tail very lightly. He squirms from the tickling feeling and Cynder giggles as something long and hard brushes up against her body, "Wow!" She gasps.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I didn't really think you were that big!" Her eyes grow wide.

"Huh? Big?"

Noticing that he doesn't know what she means, Cynder blushes and tells him to forget about it, "It...was nothing. Forget it."

Spyro is still confused and can't help but keep wondering what she meant by that, "Want to go inside? The sun's gone."

"Yeah, I don't know how long your body will keep me warm." She winks and crawls out of his wings. Spyro stands up and follows her into their room in the temple. She lies on her back and invites him to her. Instead of taking the message, Spyro lies down next too her and falls asleep immediately. Cynder frowns and rolls over, disappointed that he didn't lie down on her. Eventually she falls asleep and the temple grows quiet.