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"F-Fireball?"
Fireball whipped his head around, startled, before freezing up. They stared at eachother in silence for too long, tears forming at the corners of Pound's eyes.
"Pou-" Fireball couldn't finished, now wrapped up in one of Pound's infamous bear hugs. He cautiously returned the hug, somehow questioning if this was even real. Pound was right there, finally there and giving Fireball one of his first hugs. Well, not his first, but his first without scorching anyone to a crisp.
After about a minute Pound began to pull away, but Fireball wanted desperately for the embrace to last, grip tightening slightly.
"C'mon, buddy. I'm fire resistant, not fire proof."
Reluctantly, Fireball released, now just gazing at Pound. He knew it was rude to stare at people, he probably looked insane - but he hadn't gotten the chance to actually see Pound in person for months, let alone talk to him.
Pound noticed but didn't seem to care, just glaring back at Fireball with a patient fondness.
That smile.
That goofy, loving, desperate, beautiful smile.
Oh, how Fireball had missed that smile. He felt his face get hot, somehow flattered by just Pound's enchanting presence.
"I think I sorta love you," Pound blurted out. His face brightened, realizing what he just let slip.
"Glad to know its mutual," Fireball shot back, causing Pound to blush even more.
They just glanced at eachother, the both of them now flustered.
Then, it happened.
Fireball finally did it.
He planted his lips on Pound's, with everything, even eternity, all stopping for just these two. It was perfect. And terrifying, yes. And bittersweet, and weird, and awkward, and everything in-between.
But still perfect.
Pound couldn't move, didn't want to.
Fireball pulled away, brushing his hand over Pound's cheek. Pound tapped his lips, mouth slightly agape.
"D-did that... Did that just happen?" Pound stuttered out, still taken aback.
Fireball shrugged in return. "Did it?"
"I... I hope it did! It would be really disappointing if this was a dream..." Pound admitted, blushing like crazy.
"I wouldn't mind."
"Oh? And why is that?" Pound placed his hands on his sides, eyes narrowed as though he was offended, although a smile crept onto his face.
"Well, because that would mean that I would get to say you're a man from my dreams," Fireball told Pound, crossing his arms and smirking mischievously.
Pound opened and closed his mouth like a fish, face going blood red.
"I... Well, you know what?"
"What is it? You gonna kiss me now?" Fireball's evil grin widened as Pound's face grew red by the second.
Well, damn. Someone is flirty today...
"Oh, hush, you!" Pound shoved Fireball in a playful manner, gently enough to where he wouldn't fall. Fireball replied with a laugh, and a slow inhale. Silence followed the next few seconds, with the pair comforted either way.
It was just them, on the roof.
The moonlight and stars were enveloped in a fluffy blanket of mist, allowing the sky to glow like a soft nightlight.
And the lovebirds, feet dangling over the edge, fingers now entwined as they gazed upwards in unison, the hours stretching through the night...
It was nice.
Pound, who was already exhausted, was beginning to give in to his fatigue. He was already melting into the warmth and comfortability. He felt his eyelids begin to shut, with him drifting off. He fell to Fireball's shoulder, which if he acknowledged then Pound didn't notice it. Or maybe Fireball didn't mind.
The last thing on his conscious was the person next to him. Fireball didn't move an inch, now becoming the equivalent of a statue. He didn't want to stir Pound awake, as he desperately needed this to last.
They both knew that couldn't happen, however. They both had to separate once more, to compete in this silly little money game that brought them together by fate; but that wasn't happening right now, so they didn't really care.
After all,
It's the little things that count.