Sky Song Fan Fiction

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Set in a crazy misadventure, overly dangerous and almost a killer, Sir Clikk the Falcon and her trusted beau, Thomas Baker, find themselves stuck in a dark hole, feeding on scraps of their last meal as they kept away from the raging storm outside.

"Could've been worse," Baker said, giving Clikk small smile.

"Well, it would've been if those desert frogs became breakfast," Clikk snapped at him, earning herself a frown.

"They're tasty! If you gave it just a little taste, you would have been entoxicated."

"Big words coming from you."

"Ate you saying I'm not smart?"

"Nothing," she rolled her eyes, "I just said you're overly good-looking."
Baker perked up at this, letting the indirect insult from before slide. He moved closer to his love and told her to say that again. Clikk only shook her head, a teasing smile on her lips. "One praise is enough for your big head already."

"I don't have a big head," he replied, instinctively rubbing behind his head.

"Oh, yes, you do. You're very boastful when you push the right buttons," Clikk answered back.

"Am not,"Baker said, crossing his arms sulkily like a child.

"Are, too."

"Not."

"Are, too."

"Am not!"

"Of course."

"Of course."

At first, Baker looked satisfied, thinking that he's won the argument. However, that sly smirk cutting across his lover's lips made him rethink his victory. "Wait a minute, you sly little punk!" He grabbed Clikk's arm urgently, his mind contemplating what had just happened. "You tricked me into agreeing with you," he finally said.

The crossdressing woman cackled. "Your loss. You were too busy trying to prove yourself not guilty that you couldn't see your doom right in front of your eyes!"

Baker watched Clikk grin impishly, mesmerized suddenly. "Aye, but you're wrong on one thing, sweetheart," he said.

Clikk caught the nickname and gave him a curious look. "That would be what, then?"

There was a flurry of movement, and Clikk's been stolen a kiss without her noticing. "I was too busy gloating about you in my head."

"Well, ain't that wonderful. D'you want some skye with that declaration?" Clikk teased.

"Only if my darling Mona will be pouring it in my goblet," Baker steadily answered, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

Clikk knew they were both just goofing around, but she couldn't help the reddening of her cheeks in that moment. Much to her childish embarrassment, Baker noticed. And he was definitely ready to give more endearing lines of love. Well, that won't do right now, given their situation.

"Do you think they'll be reaching this place soon?" Clikk inquired, smoothly shifting Baker's attention to almost top priority. She could see him frowning at the change in mood, but thankfully, he did not comment on it.

"There's nothing to worry about, is there? I'm pretty sure Molly and Aya are fretting themselves to death searching for you."

"Hmm," Clikk leaned on him, "How do you know?"

Baker let his woman lean on him, just as he let himself hold her closer by pulling her to him. He breathed in her scent, a mix of sweat and femininity, with a touch of Clikk-smell. He said, "Because I know how important you are to them. Although, nothing close to how you're important to me."

Baker was hit. "Ow!"

"That's for being cute. Now, while we wait," Clikk burrowed deeper into her beau, "let's sleep a bit. Maybe when we wake up, Aya and Molly and the others will be there outside with the storm gone."

"Right. Will do, Sir Clikk." Baker ruffled her hair.

Clikk slapped the hand away. "Stop that. You sleep, too."

"Mm. G'night, lovely." Baker kissed Clikk's head fondly and turned in to sleep, too.

==========Author DISCLAIMING========
Hello, I hope you liked it! Thanks for reading!

This was a bit late, but MegMerriet, here's the fan fiction we have both been waiting for (not necessarily mutual for both sides since I think that you weren't exactly expecting this anymore)