Heeeeeeere fluffy bunny! Here bunny! That's right, I'm giving you another dose of sickening and nauseating Holix fluff. Happy? Oh, you know you are! ^_^ I just loved the new episode! My respect for Holiday is like those Evo crickets: It increases exponentially! She did what all GR viewers have been wanting to do for ages, both consciously and subconsciously: PUNCH THAT STINKING WHITE SCREEN! I had a certain feeling of satisfaction when she did that. Didn't you? I also LOVED the Lord of the Rings reference! You know, how Bobo and Rex were counting off the crickets they killed and how Bobo shot one that was pretty much dead. I remember the scene from The Two Towers perfectly! *goes to sit in the nerd corner* Anywho, it's time to give Holiday a reward for an epic episode, no? This takes place about a week after Eyes and right after the new episode. Here goes!

She had pulled her hair out of its bun, so her raven locks were cascading around her face and spreading out on the pillow like dark solar rays. Her eyes were closed and a blanket was covering her. Too tired to walk all the way to her bedroom, she had simply taken off her lab coat and collapsed on the sofa in her office. 'What a day...' Her muscles and head were aching like crazy from the extra exertion she had forced from them. She could feel herself drifting...drifting...

Six opened the door to Holiday's office. It was dark inside, but he could hear the sound of faint breathing. Silent as always, he closed the door and entered. He grimaced a little as he noticed that Holiday had turned the heater on full blast. Shrugging his green coat off, he moved around to the couch. As he had suspected, Holiday was lying down, still in her orange tank and skirt, just barely asleep. He gazed down at her, watching the rise and fall of her chest and listening to her quiet breathing. She was frowning slightly, as if some of the day's stress was carrying through to her dreams. As always, Six felt a surge of longing at the mere sight of her.

He vividly remembered that night about a week ago, when he and Holiday had shared that intimate moment. When she had had held him, kissed him, comforted him...evoking a wave of passion that Six hadn't even considered possible. His hard-drawn features softened at the memory: Drawing her close...feeling her melt into his embrace...falling asleep with her in his arms... They hadn't talked of it or acted any differently since then. It was like an unspoken agreement, a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence that would never repeat itself.

Still...seeing her now, how her hands were twitching and her eyelids were flickering restlessly, Six could feel a major desire to soothe her as she had soothed him. He extended a rough, warm hand and touched his fingertips to her cheek.

Holiday felt herself returning from her light doze to the feel of something warm brushing her cheek. "Hn...?" Her eyes drifted open and she blinked a few times, trying to figure out what was going on. She could just see the outline of a familiar figure standing by the couch. "Six...?"

Six drew his hand back quickly, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn't expected her to wake up! He said nothing as she slowly sat up.

"What's going on?" She muttered drowsily. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes..." Six muttered hesitantly. 'Walk away, stupid!'

"What's up then?" Holiday tilted her head. 'Why's his jacket off?'

"I was just...checking to see how you were..." 'Don't say that! She'll start talking!'

Holiday, hiding her surprise, patted the spot next to her on the sofa. Six sat down close to her.

'You just never listen to me, do you? Whatever. I'm done! Do what you want!'

Holiday gazed at Six's impassive, shadowed face. That same question came up in her mind: Had it been for real? When Six had kissed her that night...had he meant it? Looking at him now, it was almost as if that night had been a dream. They had both certainly acted like it had been for the past week. Now that they were close, and alone, her sense of curiosity was becoming dominant. What would another embrace from him feel like? Would kissing his closed eyes shatter his self-built walls once more? She forced herself to keep still.

"So, how are you feeling?" Six finally asked. Why did he come in here in the first place?

"I'm fine." She replied. There was an awkward pause. "Did you think otherwise?"

"Well...I...figured you'd be...stressed out after today..." Six muttered, trying not to say something stupid and obvious- "You weren't sleeping too well." -and failing!

Holiday shrugged nonchalantly. "It was a rough day, but I'm fine." His shades were still on...

"That's good..." 'Would it do any good to tell you to leave?'

"Why are you still wearing your shades, Six?" Holiday asked abruptly. "It's almost pitch-black in here!" She reached up toward the side of his face, touching one of the earpieces of his glasses, making to take them off.

Before he could register the impulse, Six had brought his hand up placed it over hers. 'Of course it wouldn't... Why am I still here? Do you even need me here anymore?' Her hand felt just as he remembered... His eyes closed and he pressed lightly on her hand, so he could feel that warm pressure on his cheek. 'You're digging your own grave, idiot...'

'Shut up.'

'Fine. I'm out! Sap...'

'What did you-?' Her fingers were going around his earpiece again. He opened his eyes and looked into two circles of jade. There was a questioning look on her face, as if she was waiting for his consent. He moved his hand slightly off of hers, allowing it to do what it wished.

Hardly daring to breathe, Holiday slowly slipped Six's shades off of his face and looked once more into those ebony eyes. Her heart melted as she took in that same look she had seen last time: half ashamed of being so exposed, half something else. She placed his glasses on the table that sat by the sofa, keeping half an eye on him the whole time. She wasn't sure what to do next... Last time, tears had been streaming down his face. He had been in a vulnerable state. When she had moved to comfort him, he reached out to her and let her through his emotional barrier. This time, Six was perfectly normal. He was in his right mind and in total control of his emotions. Holiday wasn't sure how much of a difference that would make.

Her eyes were hopeful and bright, even in the dark room. Six reached up and touched her cheek. Her eyes closed and a small smile spread across her face. He brought up his other hand and began to stroke the side of her neck.

As his finger traced the side of her neck, Holiday felt a sharp tingle go up her spine. Her insides seemed to disappear entirely. Her vision became blurry. She felt the softest of whines escape her lips.

Six's eyes widened at the unexpected and...incredibly sweet sound that Holiday uttered. He wanted to hear it again. He gave the side of her neck an experimental caress. A shiver went through her and he could see her cheeks turning pink. 'I see...' Six allowed a slight smile to come to his face as he leaned down and touched his lips to Holiday's neck. She let out a gasp before falling back limply against the cushions. Six moved down with her, instinctively going on top of her, propping himself up with his elbows. His lips went back to her neck immediately and began to lovingly move across her flushed skin.

Holiday tilted her head back to give Six full access, trying to suppress the whimpers that were rising higher and higher in her throat. His lips were warm, and slightly rough and hard. But his movements...his kisses...the way he was touching her... Everything about him was impossibly soft and gentle. She remembered other times, way in the past, when she had been in similar situations with various boyfriends. Every time she had placed herself in a vulnerable position, completely at her partner's mercy, there had always been an aspect of fear involved. There was always the uncertainty, the possibility that he would take advantage of her weakness. She felt none of this self-preserving terror this time. She trusted Six completely. He wouldn't try anything. He wouldn't hurt her.

Six lowered himself a little, so their bodies were softly pressing against each other. His lips found a certain spot to the side underneath Holiday's left ear that made her stiffen and draw in a sharp intake of breath. He moved his focus to that particular spot and began to slowly work on it, kissing and occasionally nuzzling her neck. His heart skipped at least six beats at the low moan that erupted in the back of her throat. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, begging for more. Always the obliging ninja, Six began to kiss with a little more passion. He was rewarded with another endearing croon. Why did she have to be so darn adorable?

Holiday moved her head back into its natural position and her hands to Six's face, coaxing his lips away from her neck (despite how much she was enjoying it) and to her own. Her tongue lightly traced his bottom lip as she pulled him in. Six responded eagerly, allowing her to dominate the kiss and twine her tongue with his. After a few minutes, they broke the kiss and Holiday looked once more into his onyx eyes. They were misty and unfocused. The ability to speak was beyond her. She didn't even remember what words were at the moment...except for three. They surfaced in her mind like a piece of driftwood on a rising and falling current. She could comprehend just enough to know that they were true and that now was the time to say them.

"I love you."

Her voice was quiet and still full of passion, but it was also serious. Six knew that she meant those words... Seeing her now, with her lips slightly swollen, her neck sporting a few pinkish marks, her eyes looking adoringly into his... She had never looked so beautiful. He leaned close, so that his lips were brushing slightly against her ear, and said in a soft whisper: "Not as much as I love you..." 'Hold me...please hold me...' As if she had read his thoughts, Holiday shifted so they were lying next to each other and drew him close, her arms wrapping tightly around his back. His own arms encircled her waist and upper back as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Holiday let her head sink into the pillows, feeling a sense of serenity wash over her. She shivered with delight every time Six exhaled a breath of cool air across her neck. Soothingly stroking his hair, she began to whisper sweetly into his ear.

Six smiled at Holiday's loving words. Every now and then, she'd say something especially ambrosial, causing him to hug her tighter or nuzzle her neck. At one point, just before he drifted off, he felt her move down and kiss his closed eyelids. A happy sigh and a quiet "I love you" moved across his lips as he allowed sleep to overcome him.

Holiday's heart melted yet again as she took in Six's sleeping form. He seemed to fit so perfectly against her. As she closed her eyes and relaxed against him, she felt a new emotion coming into her mind and body: confidence. Unlike last time, she was positive that what just happened was real! She knew that Six didn't need to be in a state of distress in order to need her. She knew that he loved her and that she loved him. There was no more doubt, only joyous anticipation for the future.

These thoughts accompanied Holiday until she finally joined Six in dreamland, not thinking about or caring who found them there in the morning.

F-f-f-f-f-fluffy... N-n-n-n-n-nyargh... I'm beginning to wonder if Fluffitis is more like a disease or an addiction! Sheesh! I hope you didn't have any sugar or caffeine recently! I was having inner fangirl spasms while writing this! *trying to stop twitching* Anyway, I'm looking forward to the next episode. Rex and Noah are gonna be attending a Providence Boot Camp. I'm sure that'll give me the fodder for the next chapter! (Which is a Noex by the way!) Well, please review! Flames will burn... Hmmmm... Since Van Pedo lost his Pedo Claw...I'm not sure how much of a threat he is now... Ah well! He molested Rex! Let's burn him anyway! ^_^ Cheerio!