Author's Note

SURPRISE!!

Ambi is back, everyone!! With an updated chapter!

Everyone begin your celebrations, the hiatus is over!!

Fights and Confessions

Spitfire led her beautiful new girlfriend back to her car. She laced their fingers as her shoes slightly squeaked on the tile. Her panties were still wet, clinging to her skin. If not for the amazing sex she just had, she'd be irritated and desperate to get them off. The athlete looked to her side, smiling at Adagio.

Adagio's face was struck with moonlight one moment, then it would shade over again as they passed the frames. The moonlight shone against her face, almost making her glow. She strode with even more confidence as usual, her hand gripping the hand of her new-found lover, almost as if she thought Spitfire would run away if she let go.

As they rounded a corner, Spitfire stopped so quickly it yanked Adagio and made her own sneakers squeak loudly. Before Adagio could respond she covered her mouth and ducked against the lockers, praying that they wouldn't clatter or bang as they stood against them. She stood silently, taking soft, deep breaths.

A muffled protest brought Spitfire back from her unpleasant reverie.

"I'm going to take off my hand, I need you to stay quiet," Spitfire whispered to Adagio as quietly as she could.

With an eye roll and a nod in response, Spitfire removed her hand and peeked around the corner at a janitor making his rounds. He was a young, blue skinned man with scruffy darker blue hair. He wiped his forehead, not looking in their direction but Spitfire wasn't taking chances.

"Okay, so there's a janitor making his rounds over there. And the nearest exit is down that way," she pointed in the opposite direction from the janitor. "It's in plain sight, but if we're quiet, he won't notice."

Adagio gave a skeptical look, but nodded. "I'd rather get out of here as fast as possible."

She gripped Spitfire's hand, before being lifted onto her back with a silent yelp.

"It's easier this way. You could never keep up with me."

With that statement, Spitfire took off in a sprint, being careful to not squeak her sneakers with turns. She bolted for the door, carrying the siren on her back and panting quietly when they got to it. She let her down, trying to open the door quietly, but it made a loud, clunky sound when the lock's tumbler turned over.

"HEY!"

Spitfire thrust it open, the light silhouetting the two girls as they ran out. The two of them ran and ran. They ran two whole blocks from the school to Spitfire's car before they stopped, Adagio desperately trying to catch her breath.

"The next time... we go out... and you plan on trespassing... tell me so I don't wear fucking heels!!" Adagio yelled between breaths.

Spitfire laughed with what breath she had, unlocking her car and getting in, Adagio joining her in the passenger seat. "That was such a rush!"

"It was close, that's what it was. Your idiocy nearly got us into major trouble. Be more careful," Adagio folded her arms, her breath not fully caught up.

"I didn't know janitors worked that late, Dagi," Spitfire said with a tone that did not sit well with Adagio.

"Well you should. You have the brains enough to fly a plane, but not to know how late they can work?"

"Hey! You said it would be fun, and it was!"

"I never said such a thing, stop putting words in my mouth, you idiot."

"Okay, you know what?! I already apologized, so stop giving me the third degree! We got away, be happy about that!"

And with that last remark, Spitfire put her Mustang in reverse, slamming on the accelerator and pulling out of her spot. The force made Adagio lurch forward, who thankfully had her seatbelt on. She put it in first gear, flipping a U and driving away from the school, Sugarcube Corner, and the police sirens behind them.

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The drive back to the Dazzlings' condo was short, but the tension in the car was making it seem longer. Spitfire was fuming, her mind set on just getting to the apartment, then going home to shower and sleep. Adagio was angrier, having not had the last word, she felt her pride had been wounded. But for some reason she felt something else, an emotion that never crossed her before.

Anger? No.

Sadness? Too trivial.

No. It was something more than the usual pissy feeling she got after "choosing to lose an argument", as she would put it in her words. She lifted her hand to twirl the gem at her neck, to only shirk away at the feeling of air where the polygon gem used to be. She looked at her hand, as if expecting the shards to crumble in her palm once more. Adagio glanced at the mohawked girl next to her, watching her face for a moment as she studied the anger in her expression. She really seemed to strike a chord in Spitfire, but why did her anger not make her happy? Why did it not cause her the same joy as it once did? Instead of a hunger momentarily satiated, she felt a stabbing feeling in her heart. Like someone had struck it with a metaphorical ice pick.

"Spitfire."

"What?"

Adagio winced at the athlete's tone, swallowing a lump in her throat before continuing.

"Listen. I.. I didn't mean what I said. I mean, I meant it in the moment, but.. now I just feel bad. I've never known this feeling. I don't know what to call it. I just wish I hadn't been.. rude to you," Adagio had trouble saying the words, as if speaking a foreign language, looking at her lap now.

"Remorse."

Adagio looked up at Spitfire quizzically. "Huh?"

"Remorse, a deep regret or guilt for a wrong committed," Spitfire didn't look at her, but spoke with a softer tone.

"But sirens don't have remorse," Adagio spoke with a slight offended tone.

"But you aren't a siren anymore, are you? We're here," Spitfire gently braked, putting her car in park.

Adagio looked at her for a moment before Spitfire got out, walking to her door and opening it for her.

"I'll walk you up," Spitfire offered her hand.

Adagio took the hand, keeping it in her grasp. She heard the chirp of the car locking, staying silent as they trudged up the few flights of stairs. What Spitfire said had got her thinking in the silence. The god damned silence.

'I'm.. not a siren anymore? No, I have to be, I still have the beauty. But a siren has beauty and a voice. How can I be a siren if I don't have my gem?'

As they finally got to her door, Adagio pushed the thought aside and turned to Spitfire.

"I'm sorry," she spoke through gritted teeth, as if her body didn't want to say what her mind felt.

"I forgive you. I'm sorry for snapping at you," Spitfire took her into an embrace, kissing her with a soft passion.

The kiss, while devoid of tongue, was deep, emotional, and long. They simply kissed to show how much they have grown to care about each other. It was simple to show, hard to say. But as their lacking of the skill of not breathing reared its head, they parted.

Spitfire took a breath and sighed gently. "I'll see you soon, Dagi."

"Yeah, good night," Adagio replied, giving a soft smile, watching the mohawked girl walking towards the steps. "Hey, Spitfire?"

"Yeah?" the athlete turned slightly, hand on the rail.

"I.. like you. A lot." the poofy haired girl said, her face turning a slight red in the dim-lit hallway.

With a smile, Spitfire gripped the rail.

"I like you a lot, too, Dagi."