Lost now Found

Dash and Soarin had laid in the grass for nearly two hours following their passionate love. They had continued to talk and cuddle, discussing their future together and their future in general. Then they were quiet, simply enjoying each other's company.

Dash was the first to break the content silence, speaking in a sleepy, quiet tone.

"I think I need to head home." she said yawning. "It's nearly one AM," she stated while she sat up and stretched.  Soarin leaned over and kissed her.

"I'll walk you home" he said as he reached over for his shirt. Dash smiled at his courtesy. She felt another wave of happiness roll over her as she realized again that she had a serious, meaningful relationship. She grabbed her own shirt and pants and put them on, and helped Soarin roll up the blanket and pack the basket back. They constantly grinned at each other, and Dash would peck Soarin on the cheek whenever he came within range.

They finished packing and Dash took position to take off. Soarin grabbed her arm preventing her from doing so, and when she turned around he kissed her deeply, caressing her face for a few moments. Dash closed her eyes and accepted it lovingly. They finally broke apart and Soarin moved his grasp from her arm to her hand.

"Mind if we walk most of the way?" he asked hopefully. She smiled at him and nodded in a silly fashion. Dash's hard outer shell had completely melted and she acted like a giddy schoolgirl. Soarin was the first person to ever witness this side of Dash, a small, happy girl without a care in the world, her ambitions put aside, her worries forgotten.

They walked holding hands in the moonlight, swaying happily like two leaves in a gentle summer's breeze.

They arrived below Dash's house soon enough and they let each other go as they took off into the air, circling upwards towards her porch. They landed, Soarin behind Dash and the walked over to the door. Dash turned around to say goodbye to Soarin, but the words caught in her mouth. As dumb and predictable as it might've seemed, she didn't want him to leave. She found herself partaking more and more of the stuff she would've sarcastically laughed at had she found it in a book, but it was enjoyable to be wistful and romantic with someone.

Soarin took notice of her plight and walked up and put his arms around her. He pulled her close and looked into her eyes. Dash gazed back, perplexed for a moment, and then put her head on his chest and hugged him tightly.

When they finally seperated, Dash was fighting back a stubborn tear. Soarin kissed her, and backed off of the porch without breaking her gaze until he was falling.

Dash jumped onto her bed and sunk her face in her pillow. She felt so incredibly wonderful about the night's events, and she sighed contentedly into the soft warmth around her face. She rolled over and laid spread eagle on her king size mattress, enjoying the luxury of her bed. Slowly her happiness ebbed away and her loneliness began to return. She listened to the silence of her house, gazing at her ceiling longingly.

Quickly, she jumped up and flew to her door and threw it open to race after Soarin. She stopped at the threshold holding the door open as she stared at Soarin, who was standing only a few feet separated from the door. He blushed and held up the champagne from earlier.

"I-I came by to drop this off, I thought you might want-," Soarin was cut off by Dash as she grabbed hold of him and pulled him with her into the house, slamming the door behind her. She stopped at the foot of her bed and pushed him onto it, and then proceeded to jump on top of him.

Soarin was dazed for a second as she knocked the wind out of him but he quickly regained his composure and accepted a kiss from dash happily.

Her hands began to find their way down his body as they embraced.