The Girl Named Sapphire: The Sorcerer's Return (Book 2)

Sapphire's Valentines Day

(Hey guys this is a filler chapter cause I was bored. This chapter has nothing to do with the story, this is just for fun. If you love RandySapphi shipping, then you'll love this filler. WARNING: Mature content in this chapter, if you cannot handle sexual content, do not read. Enjoy :D)

** Sapphire's POV**

"Tonight." Randy whispered in my ear as I covered the cut on my hand.

Randy's condition wasn't all that great, with his frequent migraines. He's been collapsing a lot, and blacking out because of them. He got out of the hospital a few days ago, resting up in his new higher ranking apartment in the richer sector of Avon.

I watched him walk out of the Elder hall, almost like he can't stand to even be near the building. As if he's in pain just standing in here. Ever since Lord Raiden allowed Allen to die, he's been afraid to look at Raiden, as if every time he looked at Raiden he's reminded of Allen's death.

I ended up staying a little longer with Raiden before heading back to my own apartment in the rich sector of Avon.

I began heading back to my apartment before heading over to see Randy. But he beat me there. Randy sat outside my apartment playing with his knife; aiming it and throwing it at the ants that crawled around on the ground.

I walked a little closer to him, and he noticed me. He stood up and looked at me; forcing a small grin on his face. Though I knew there was pain in it.

I unlocked the door, allowing him to step in. He walked over to the couch and sat down. He rested his hand on his forehead. I sat next to him placing my hand on his neck.

"You seem a little warm, are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine for the most part, just a migraine." Randy responded not, looking at me.

Randy stood back up; restless. He walked over to the sliding door and stood out on the balcony. The cold rain dripped from the sky; only a drizzle. He rested his hands on the steel bar, and as he breathed his breath showed in a smoke form.

I followed him out to the balcony, only to be embarrassed in his arms.

"Randy-" I said in shock, only to be cut off by Randy.

"Do you even love me?" He asked.

"What?" I asked.

"You're a Elder in training; training under Lord Saito. I'm dying, and you know that." Randy said pulling himself away from me. "I've told you I love, and you didn't respond. I need to know. If you don't, I can let go. I can move on." He said it as if he were trying to convince himself of it.

I shook my head, and looked up at him. "I can't help you, because I do love you. I love you Randy."

A sudden look of relief and grief appeared on his face; making him seem so vulnerable. He has no defence to my words. He loves so wholly.

He blinks, then tries to find the right response. "I-" He stumbles. "I'm so afraid, Sapphire. So afraid of what might happen to-"

I put a finger against his lips. "Fear makes you stronger." I say, looking up at him.

Before I can even stop myself, I press my mouth against his. Whatever of the restraint he had left, shreds away. He falls into my kiss with helpless urgency. His hands stroke my face. He put his hands around my waist, pulling me so close I gasp aloud. I want nothing else right now.

We make our way back into the apartment, our lips never leaving each other. He stumbles over me, as we collapse on the bed. His body knocks the breath out of me. He pulls away for a second giving me a longing look, before he buried his face into my neck. I throw off his jacket.

He stokes my arms as he begins to search for the buttons on my shirt, as I had already had a few of his buttons undone. The heat from his skin radiating from him warms me. I savor the weight of him over me.

Neither of us say a word. We're both afraid that words will stop us, that they'll tear apart the spell that binds us. He's trembling as much as I am. It occurs to me that he must be as nervous as me. I smile when his eyes first meet mine and then lower in a bashful manor.

I can feel the blush rising on my cheeks, as I lay with him with my whole body exposes to him, as his is to me. I feel the urge to cover my skin. I've frequently imagined laying with Randy for the first time.

'I'm in love with Randy.' I tentatively test the new words in my head, amazing and frightened by what they could mean. He is  here, and he is real, flesh and blood.

Even in his feverish passion, he's gentle with me. A different gentleness from what I've felt around Saito, who is refinement and propperneness and elegance. Randy is coarse, open, uncertain, and pure. When I look at him, I notice the subtle smile playing at the edges of his mouth, the smallest hint of mischief that only strengthens my desire for him.

He nuzzles my neck; his touch sends shivers dancing along my spine. He sighs in my ear in a way that makes my heart pound, a sigh of freeing himself from all of the dark emotions that plague him. I fall into another kiss, tangling my fingers in his hair letting him know he hasn't hurt me.

The feeling of him penetrating my body, physically, and emotionally hurts at first, but eventually the pain fades and becomes a pleasure.

He gradually relaxes. I suck in my breath as he moves against me; his eyes are so bright that I feel like I could drown in them. He kisses my cheek, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear as he goes, and I slide my arms around his back and pull him closer.

No matter what happens in the future, no matter where our paths take us, this moment will be ours.

Afterward, we stay quiet. Randy lays beside me with his chest and stomach pressed against my back. He lies with blankets covering part of his legs, his eyes closed in a drowsy half sleep. His whole body still exposed to mine. His hand is entwined with mine.

I look around us, the blanks half hanging off the bed. The sheets have wrinkles that radiate out. There are deep indents in my pillow. Broken glass and flower pedals litter the floor. I haden't even noticed that we knocked a vase off my dresser; which stood next to my bed. you would think that you would hear glass shattering on a hardwood floor.

I look back at Randy. His face is so peaceful now, free of pain in the dim glow of the moon.

His eyes blink open to mine. He grins slightly, and leans his head over to my ear.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my love." He whispers.

The fact that it was Valentine's day completely slipped my mind. I grin and look at him.

"And to you." I say nuzzling my back up against him again. Feeling his comforting heat against me, and ignoring the small amount of blood on my leg. I ignore thinking if the blood is from my hand, or from him penetrating me.

"I love you, Randy." I mumble on last time, before drifting back to sleep.

There it is... Those words, out in the open for him. And it makes me happy.

** Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, if it gets enough votes and comments this will be the actually love story later in the book between Randy and Sapphire!! Happy Valentines Day!!**