Fire and Ice

"That Means You Can't Kiss Anyone Else."

That song up there is by Eden. I call myself after him because I love him.

There were plenty of people littering the floor of this huge room. Girls were in big eye catching dresses while men were dressed for the women.

All do the tables decorated along with the room. Banners hanging from ceilings surrounding the big crystal chandelier in the middle of the ball room that illuminates the whole place.

The royal people has their tables in the front. The king sitting with a smile on his face while the middle aged queen by his side with her hand on his shoulder. The princess standing talking to other women and men.

Tobias was in the crowd, he took the princess hand. He took out her to the ball room dance door. They danced to the orchestra playing off to the side loudly.

The princesses hair flying in the air as he spins her around. Both of their feet coordinated. They did a spin lean down up. The princess moved her foot out of place tripping Tobias. His eyes widen as he falls taking the princess with him.

The crowd breaks out in laughs. The king booms with anger for them to quiet down. He runs to his daughter and helps her off the floor as Tobias helps himself up. He's trying so hard not to scowl or glare at her.

The vision clears away. I take a breath because...what ever that just was...it was amazing. It was like watching a movie, but being there.

"Another time I'll let you look through my eyes and hear my thoughts." He smiles kissing my fingers. "But that was exhausting." He breathes.

"Can I see your wings again?" I ask with an innocent smile.

"You get everything you want with me, don't you?" He asks pulling off his shirt. I watch as his muscles flex underneath his tan skin. I watch again as his wings leak out of his skin. They are breath taking. He gets back in his bed and wraps his wings around me, cocooning me in once again. I put my face into his feathers as I pet them.

"Did you ever talk to my mom?" I ask. His hand finds it way into my hair, he tugs at my hair not answering my question. "Did you?" I ask now looking at him. His eyes avoid mine. 

"Yeah," he whispers. "I was good friends with her, watched her grow up and pass." He says quietly. He's older than my mom. I touch his cheek. His eyes find mine. "I miss her too." He says and I nod my head. Her death not only impacted me, it impacted him.

"I'm sorry," I say and shake my head. "I complained about my mothers death when you actually knew her..." I say, but he interrupts me.

"Angel, please don't apologize. Lets just not get into it right now. I just...want you right here with me." He whispers pulling me closer. "She adored you, you were her favorite thing. Kind of like Tobias and Leo. She didn't just give you her angelic ways, it was her way of protecting you. She wanted you safe, she told me all of this. Even know what she did is causing you great danger she's saving you from death. That's why I'm here, to make sure out get through the process. I. Will. Never. Ever. Leave. You. I will never. I swear on my life that my life is yours. That I will protect you in every way that I can. I will be by your side in the worst, in the best, when you hate me, when you like me, I'm here. I will always be here. I'm yours." He says looking into my eye as he speaks every word. I feel tears slide down my face. I'm not sure if it was from talking about my mother or his words. Both, both brought me tears.

He wipes the tears away from my eyes kissing my forehead. "That's gonna be my favorite speech by you." I say. He smiles putting his forehead on mine.

"I like making you speeches," he whispers. I close my eyes. "Never leave me, you can never die. Or I might just die with you." He whispers. His voice raspy as if he's about to cry. I open my eyes to see that he holds a blank expression.

"You can't die either," I say and he smiles. I sigh in relief, I hate when he has blank expressions. His lips graze sending my body into crazy tingles. And all he did was barely touch my lips. His wings tighten around me, brining me closer. His hands cup my face. He brings my face to his. He presses his lips against mine sending shocks of happiness through my body. Kemo likes me? He starts laughing against my lips. "What?" I ask.

"You didn't know I liked you?" He asks running his thumb across my cheekbone. I shake my head and he smiles widely. "I'm surprised. I let you sleep in my bed, touch my wings, I tell you my speeches, I go to Starbucks with you and suffer all of the chics mentally stripping me, I'm nice to you, I change you, I get jealous of other guys, I scare unwanted guys away from you, I hug you, I kiss you...just did anyway." He says and I smile.

"Well I thought you were just being nice." I smile. He rolls his eyes and groans.

"How else am I supposed to show you the signs. Tell you?" He asks sarcastically and I nod my head. He looks at me after laughing, "seriously?" He asks and I nod my head.

"Why not? Then you don't have to go all out of your way doing that just to show them. Just tell them." I shrug and he rolls his eyes.

"I guess that's not how boys think." He laughs and I roll my eyes

"You're a boy who's older then a hundred." I laugh and he rolls his eyes. He pulls me even closer so that there is no room between our bodies. "I didn't know what you intended at first, I actually thought you were mean at first for laughing at me. And then our tutoring happened. I had no idea I would be here right now back then. I thought I would be dreading a tutoring lesson." I shrug and he smiles.

"Wow. I didn't think you disliked me so much." He laughs. "But now she cloud your thoughts when your not around me." He winks and I roll my eyes.

"I wish you'd stay out of my thoughts," I grumble.

"Angel, that's really hard. It's like a need for me to know what you're thinking. I like knowing what you're thinking." He bites his lip. I place my hands in his wings. "Angels wings crave touch, but we are trained to protect them. It's hard not to beg someone one. It's like an itch that needs scratching." He explains. I scratch his wings and he laughs loudly. My fingers trail up to his collar bone and press down. He pulls me hands away. "Enough of that," he smiles. I roll my eyes

"But you like it," I tease and he nods his head in agreement. He brings himself close again, placing a light kiss on my lips. "We should kiss more often," I whisper and he smiles.

"That means you can't kiss anyone else." He says with a serious face. I nod my head and place lips on his. I don't think I've ever wanted to kiss someone this much.

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