Flash fic set a short time after the war. Vicky is still at the Academy.

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Vicky and Malbonte are running behind schedule for a citadel council meeting. She has been unavoidably delayed during an earth mission, and has just made it back to the Academy where Malbonte is waiting for her.

There are no dragons available that day. So even if they leave now, they will either arrive late for the meeting because Vicky will need to take rest breaks along the way, or Malbonte goes on his own. Malbonte refutes the second option, saying that the council needs to get used to her presence. He eyes her thoughtfully and says, "Go get changed. I'll fly us both."

Vicky raises her eyebrows. Malbonte is a powerful flier and his wingspan is as large as that of some dragons, but to fly them all the way to the Citadel?

Malbonte runs his fingers along her cheek. "Don't worry, I can handle it," he says.

Though not entirely convinced, Vicky hurries to change into a more regal outfit that will strengthen her confidence among all the birthright angels and demons. She's been meaning to take Malbonte clothes shopping for a while, and decides to haul him along for a shopping spree after their official business is over.

Vicky meets back with Malbonte at the gazebo in the garden, where he is talking to the temporary head of the Academy, an old archangel called Elysion. Seraph Crowley has officially retired, opting not to renew his tenure under the new regime. Upon seeing Vicky, Malbonte nods at Elysion and strides over.

"Ready?" he asks.

Vicky steps up to Malbonte with a grin and hugs him. Malbonte presses her close and takes off with a powerful thrust that has them zooming into the skies at breakneck speed.

"Woohoo!" Vicky shouts in exhilaration, much to Malbonte's surprise. She starts snickering on seeing the expression on his face. Soon, Vicky is giggling uncontrollably, her shaking arms tickling Malbonte as he tries to focus on flapping his wings and keep flying. Feeling amused, aroused, and exasperated at the same time, Malbonte tries valiantly to stay focused. But soon giving up, he abruptly veers off course and flies them to the lee of a nearby islet. There, he presses Vicky against its cliff face, pinning her in place. She stares at him, laughter and confusion on her face. Before she can say another word, Malbonte presses his lips to hers and kisses her hard. Vicky responds enthusiastically, snaking her arms around his neck. Malbonte flaps his wings to hover in place as they spend several minutes enjoying the intimacy. After some time they stop, and Malbonte nuzzles Vicky's neck. She turns her head and places a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Let's go. I'll be good," Vicky promises, biting her lip to suppress her laughter.

Malbonte gives her an appraising look. "No you won't," he murmurs, and before Vicky can blink, he traps her once again in the captivity of his lips. The councilors can go gnaw on their wings for all he cares.

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