Grey Line

Intruder

Mika carefully felt along the bend of the large, red wing, checking for any abnormalities, "It feels the same as the other one. I think the swelling is gone."

Hawks let out a breath of relief, "Good." He stretched it out, looking it over, "Maybe I'll jump off of the roof soon."

"I'm sorry, what?"

He smiled, "Just to see if I got any strength."

"Annnnnd what if you don't," she put her hands on her hips.

"You'll catch me," he teased and stood, going to the kitchen.

Mika scoffed, "Incase you haven't noticed, you're bigger than I am...you would flatten me."

"Yeah you're pretty short," he glanced at her. He grinned when he heard her walk off. He enjoyed messing with her. She was easy to rile up sometimes, when she wasn't on her game with her witty remarks.

The sun was setting, and the wind picked up, making the trees outside dance. Mika watched them sway in the cold, their limbs barren.  A chin on her shoulder broke her from her thoughts, "Don't go there."

"Where?" Her grey eyes glanced his way before they went back out of the window.

"That dark place you go when you stare off," he leaned in her ear, "there's nothing for you there."

Mika scoffed with a slight smile, "It's home, but, I'm working on it."

"I'm a better one than whatever that is."

A true smile graced her lips, "You are...as annoying as that is."

"You know you can always tell me about it," he looked out of the window.

"There isn't a point," she turned and faced him, "It's the past."

"True, but, it's is having an effect on the present."

"I hate it when you're smart," she pinched his cheek softly, "I promise, I'm fine."

Hawks swatted her hand away, "Come be lazy with me."

He yawned and stretched. Mika grabbed a book and followed him. It was his new favorite thing: once the sun went down, and after dinner, he and Mika would lay in bed. She would usually read, and he would mess around on his phone, or fall asleep. Of course he had to lay on her, but she didn't mind. There was no pressure with him, just a quiet understanding.

She crawled into the bed and laid back on the pillows, opening her book. Hawks plopped on top of her, making her grunt when his weight connected with her. He smirked when she lightly smacked his head. He buried his face against her and took a deep breath, closing his eyes. She pet his hair as she read her book, listening to the wind outside.

She enjoyed this, with him. It was a nice, safe feeling. While they were in danger, she wasn't bothered with it. He wound his hand along her arm in soft, soothing circles. Mika felt herself turning to putty, his hands were warm against the coolness of her skin. She closed her book and set it aside, settling against the headboard. Hawks continued his soft movements, resting against her. His hand lazily felt around and turned off the light, pulling the covers around them, his large wings lazily laying against them. Mika's hand softly reached out, tracing the edge, she was happy he was on the mend, and had no permanent damage.

"Mika," he sleepily said.

"Hm?"

"Don't do that."

She furrowed her brows, "Why? Does it hurt?"

"No..." he buried his head into her neck, feeling the blush on his cheeks. "Just trust me."

Mika thought for a moment before grinning, "Wait...surly not."

"Come on, don't tease me about it..." he pleaded.

"So if you're being an asshole, all I have to do is," she ran her hand along it once more, "That."

In a flash he had her hand pinned, eye level with her, "I'm serious." He kept his grip on her, but loosened it slightly, "I have a hard enough time as it is."

"Why?"

"Are you kidding," he scoffed, "Mika you're beautiful, and smart, and annoyingly witty."

She tiled her head, "Then why put yourself in this position?"

"It's worth it," he rested his forehead against hers and let go of her hand. 

Mika carefully pet  his head. She admired his openness about something like this. Surprisingly she didn't feel threatened by his statement, she still felt calm, like before. In that moment, she couldn't stop herself as her lips met his in a deep, soft kiss. She felt Hawks freeze before pulling her to him, keeping their lips together.

His arms wound around her frame, her hands rested on his shoulders as she pulled away from his lips. He nuzzled against her cheek before his lips connected with the soft skin of her neck. Mika closed her eyes as goosebumps danced across her arms. His hands tangled their way gently into her hair, settling at the base of her neck when he met her lips again in a hungry kiss. She was intoxicating to him. He was quickly becoming obsessed with how she felt beneath him, in his arms.

Mika pulled her lips from his, "Hawks-"

He kissed her again, "I know I'm sorry-"

She put her hand over his mouth, "Listen," her voice whispered in his ear.

That's when he heard it. Movement. Movement that wasn't supposed to be there. He knew the doors and windows were locked. He leaned down into her ear, "Stay."

Mika swallowed. She knew his intentions, but the way he said it made her think in a different direction, especially considering their current position. Hawks stealthily got up and walked to the closed door. Mika sat up, focusing her eyes in the darkness. It sounded as though someone was looking for something. He carefully opened the door, keeping to the heavy shadows. Mika had quietly snuck from under the sheets.

As soon a Hawks moved to the doorway, silence. A whirring in the air sounded. Mika moved in a flash, her hands catching the two daggers aimed for his chest. He immediately pulled her back against him as his wings shot out their own deadly feathers in response. A crash through the window told them their intruder was gone. Hawks flipped on the light, still holding onto Mika. She groaned and dropped the blades, "Damn."

He took her hands and led her to the kitchen, placing towels in them, applying pressure. He was angry with himself. He should've know the moment someone was in here. Not to mention Mika bleeding from catching daggers aimed at him.

"Hawks," she looked at him, "relax. They're not that deep."

He sighed, "That's not it." He looked at her, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, "I'm fine. Are you okay?"

He nodded, "Yeah." He kissed her head, "Keep pressure on those while I make a call."

Mika looked over the slices in her hands, moving to the sink to gently and carefully wipe them before wrapping the towels around them. What was that? Not the kissing thing, she did that, but the intruder. What were they looking for?

Hawks walked back in with a medical kit, "Lemme see."

Mika held out her hands as he began to tend to them. She but her lip when the alcohol pad stung against her skin, "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have put you in that position-"

Hawks stopped what he was doing and pull their lips together, "Don't apologize." He refocused and wrapped her hands, "I need you to trust me."

"With my life," she felt the bandages, making sure they weren't to tight.

"You need to pack up," he looked her over carefully and ran a hand through her hair, "We're taking a field trip."