A/N: Thanks to those that voted, the results were 5 for yes and 0 for no so this chapter will stat to build things up.

Aerrow gazed into Piper's topaz eyes. Their lips connecting was sending ripples of relaxation through Aerrow's body as his eyelids closed with bliss. All too soon did his professional instincts clutch at his mind 'I shouldn't be doing this, I have responsibilities-I am a leader!' Aerrow sternly said to himself, Aerrow felt Piper's arms tighten around his torso 'But Piper is so warm and soft...' With all his might he pulled away, trying to think of a light hearted justification.

"I should uhh...I'm gonna go and shower now before Junko tries eating my hair" He said sheepishly as a piece of pancake from his hair found its mark on the floor at his feet. Piper giggled before she grabbed the Sky Knights shoulders, spun him around and pushed him out of the kitchen so she could resume work-he left Piper with a wordless smile that said responsibility but quivered with abandonment of that responsibility.

"Aerrow must have been in here for something important...but what? I just wish he could remember...but maybe his little memory flaw may work to my advantage" She mused, leaning on the counter and sighing as the aroma of the lemon scented dishwashing liquid intoxicated her lungs. She pondered the kiss they shared. Aerrow certainly wasn't a crystal I could study and have down pat in an hour. No, Aerrow was far more complex yet she sensed that behind that sombre mask he wears there was a young man.

She inspected the drawer he was rummaging through before she... 'Distracted him'

"Nothing but cutlery" She remarked with a curl of her lip from disappointment. She sighed and pursed her lips once she had searched all the drawers in the kitchen. She slumped against the counter.

"Oh Aerrow...I'm so sorry"

Aerrow examined his hair in front of the bathroom mirror. He ran a hand through his thick crimson spikes. There was no food left in his hair and his face to the side, letting the red locks hang from his head, temporally blinding him. He listened to the soothing sound of droplets of water hitting the metal of the floor drip drop, drip drop, drip drop. No good things last forever and the peaceful sound of water dancing on metal was becoming an annoying burden on his ears. He grabbed the towel and ruffled it through his hair.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out into the corridor, furrowing his brow at the deafening silence.

"Piper!" He shouted, yet there was no response.

"Radarr?" He called out, yet there was no squawking reply.

"Finn, Junko...Stork?" He continued, darting through the corridors to the main room. No one...just empty seats and the sound of shouts still ringing around the metal of the Condor.

Aerrow's heart started racing 'What the hell is going on?' Aerrow held on to his towel and dashed to the hanger as his mind began conjuring terrifying occurrences that happened while he was showering. He his chest heaved as he saw the empty hanger. His eyes darted back and forth between nothing and nothing. He felt cool logic wash over him. They must have just gone out for supplies or to check on a quick distress beacon nearby...still, it worried him that 'everyone' was gone...maybe something did happen.

He returned to his room and lay down on his bed; the others seeing him panicked wouldn't do the squadron's moral any good. Aerrow focused on his breathing and let a false sense of calm wash over him.

Aerrow flinched with disruption and glee as a soft knock rattled his door.

"Aerrow are you in there?" A sweet voice asked...Piper. Aerrow smiled as the stress disappeared and was replaced with a strange and peaceful feeling in his heart that he still struggled to understand.

"Come in Piper" He called to her through the metal of the ship that separated them. She walked through and he smiled at the bashful tinge in her cheeks as Aerrow lay there with nothing more on than a white towel. His breath hitched as she gracefully lay down next to him and rested her soft head on his chest-intoxicating him with her smooth scent that reminded him of roses.

His eyes hit the ceiling as he felt Piper's smooth nail trace along the contours of his abdomen, oxygen evaporated and he wanted her to stop but his body protested and silenced his logic with hidden passion. He closed his eyes and shoved his duties aside and focused on the tingling spikes of fire throughout his body that resonated from his hard stomach. He felt gentle gasps replace his exhales as Piper melted away his stoic shielding with her soothing touch that his body started to truly adore. Subconsciously and deftly his hand unclipped her squadron symbol...responsibility was fading and shades of grey were flooded by rivers of colour.

A/N: I had help with this chapter (thank you Darkloins.) Please review I am only getting around one review per chapter at the moment. Will try and get the next chapter up soon, until then see ya