Coronation Of Flame (A Marvel Fanfic)

Flashback 13: Sweeter than Fiction

If you've noticed the Taylor Swift references in the titles, than congrats! There's no prize or anything, but it's great for one's pride! Just putting this out there, I think for the next book, I'll release it in one big heap, that way you won't have to wait for each chapter? I dunno, it's an idea.

Enjoy!

LittlePond

Flashback 13: Sweeter than Fiction

"Pietro," Aurelia Tempest cooed, nudging Pietro Maximoff's sleeping cheek that was becoming conquered by stubble. "Pietro," she cooed again, earning a sleepy moan from him. The assassin grinned, and kissed his cheek, "Come on Speedy," she murmured.

Slowly, his eyes opened, and widened when he saw her. "What are you doing here?" he asked, stroking her hair.

"We get a day out of here. Happy Birthday," Aurelia answered, trying to pull him up by the fabric of his shirt.

Pietro's eyes widened again, "What?" The speedster stood and held her by her arms, not too intimate so that Von Strucker would kill her, but enough.

"Yep. An entire day. To ourselves."

The Sokovian smiled, mischief in his grin, "You're joking." Aurelia shook her head, "Nope, come on. I've got proper clothes in my plane." To her shock, Pietro stood still. "You have a plane?" Aurelia grinned, and pulled Pietro with her to the plane, "You better believe it, Maximoff."

The door to her borrowed plane closed with a final chime, and once the assassin was sure it was airtight and locked, she turned to Pietro and kissed him.

Instantly, his hands returned to their second home around her waist and hers around his neck. Aurelia's heart beat loud and fast, so deafening she would have broken contact, but there was no way in hell that that was happening.

The assassin had missed him too much since yesterday's training session, which had ended in roughly the same way.

Eventually, she had to let go due to oxygen. "That's a relief. I didn't know how long I could hold it," the Sokovian grinned, kissing her forehead. "Affirmative," she answered, pulling out the bag that contained the clothes that her and Wanda had bought.

"Put these on," she remarked, throwing the bag to him. The speedster looked around, left and right, "Where do I get changed?" he asked with his trademark puppy look. "Just in the bedroom," she answered, sitting down in the pilot's seat.

Pietro must've used his super speed, since he was out of the bedroom within a minute and sat comfortably in the shotgun seat. "Where would you like to go?" she asked, hoping that the Sokovian would answer with something romantic.

Hey, a girl could dream!

"Where would you like to go?" the speedster shot back. Aurelia gripped the wheel a little harder, a small smile creeped across her skin. Which had nothing to do with his hand creeping across her shoulder. "I don't know. It's your birthday," she replied, looking back at him with a grin she could only wish was as adorable as his own.

"Do you know anywhere that has good beaches, or a carnival?"

Pietro was playing the romantic card, then. Good.

"A few," she grinned. Utilising his inhuman speed, he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Well then, beach carnival it is," he answered, removing his hand and placing it on the dashboard of the plane.

Once they were on course to the nearest beach with a carnival, Aurelia set the plane on auto-pilot, and moved away to fish some spare clothes she knew were stashed around the craft somewhere.