The Boy With The Silver Lighter **ON HIATUS**

**Sequel to 'The Boy With The Red Sunglasses'.** It has been a week since the funeral of Evelyn James, a funeral that shouldn't have happened. Because Evelyn is not dead, although she might as well be. With the order to stay away from her friends, family and the boy she loves, Evelyn has no choice but to go back to the boy who caused her death - the boy with the silver lighter.


9. Bringing Ardor Back

"So what is Miss Temper-As-Fiery-As-Her-Hair going to be doing today? Or what's left of today?" I tease, pulling on my boots after Evelyn finally lets me out of bed around seven hours into the afternoon.
"I don't know and I don't care. I'll probably just stay in bed." She shrugs, licking sugar from her fingers absentmindedly. "What are you doing, hot stuff?"
"I'm going for a ride. Clear my head." I stop and look at her when her words register. "Hot stuff?"
"Don't get too excited, it's a play on your pyrokinesis, not your looks." She yawns and drops her head back down on the pillow.
"Sure." I reply sarcastically. "So, you're telling me that this doesn't do anything for you?"
I wave my hands in front of me, indicating her attention to my leather clad body. Now I've become accustomed to her return, the leather jacket doesn't hold such bad memories.
"Meh." She mumbles. "You're no Scott Summers."
"Whatever." I growl. She knew that would annoy me. She knows how much I hate that guy. Why would she even say that?
"Oh, come on!" She moans, sitting up in the bed. "It was just a joke!"
"Not funny!" I call, heading down the stairs.
"John!" She follows me quickly. Jesus! Can't she just leave it! "I'm sorry."
"I'll take my keys. Don't answer the door to anyone." I order, heading for across the room.
"Can't I come?" She begs. I can't help but stop and sigh.
"Go back to bed, Evelyn." I turn back to her and our eyes lock. I feel our connection in a flood of her emotion.
"Not without you." She whispers, stepping closer.
"I'm no Scott Summers." I repeat her words. She needs to know how much that pissed me off!
"No. You're John Allerdyce. My John." She leans up on her tiptoes to kiss me. I pull away.
"Don't try to pretend I'm anything more than a consolation prize to you." I hiss. We both know it's true. I'd never be her first choice. I was just insurance for her. And when she lost him, it paid off. Here I am. And yet, I still try to blinker myself from the truth. I still let her stay here. I still let her sleep in my bed. I still love her. I can't help it.
"No." She says simply.
"Prove it." I order, knowing that it's impossible.
"Well, I'm not sure how. But I think this will be a good start." She kisses me with more passion than ever before. Our connection seems to explode with our emotions and she pulls me closer. It's the kind of kiss that could drive you insane. The kind of kiss that could make you forget everything but her. I let my hands trace her body, cursing myself for giving into the temptation against my warring thoughts. I feel my shirt that covers her body end at her thighs. It's unbelievably hot. Any normal guy would be lost.
But I'm not a normal guy.
I'm pyrokinetic.
I've spent a long time dealing with heat.
One kiss is nothing compared to the things I've done.

I pull away from her. Again, her eyes meet mine. Kisses I can handle, but her eyes are something else entirely. And she knows that.
"You mean more than you know, consolation prize." Her thoughts are loud and confident in my mind. I'm not keen on the new nickname.
"Put some clothes on. I suggest the slashed pants from the other day. You need to look good." I reply bluntly.
"Why? Where are we going?" She sings as she ascends back up to the bedroom.
"Somewhere those good-boy X-Men wouldn't dare to tread." I murmur, the words unintelligible to her.
She soon returns to the ground level of my apartment. And, as much as I try to resist, my mouth falls open at the sight of her.
Her hair is back-combed slightly, accentuating the black underlayer beneath the bright red fuzz; her eyes are surrounded with thick black eyeliner, framing the grey-blue orbs that snatch my attention so often, and her lips are thoroughly rouged. As well as the slashed faux leather pants I recommended, she has on a simple black tank and a cropped leather jacket. But, although her outfit has me practically pleading for her touch, it's what she holds in her hands that brings the most shock to my expression. Lay across her forearms, presented out in front of her are a pair of thigh high heeled leather boots. Identical to her signature boots she would always wear before... That day.
"Wow..." I breathe, immediately regretting it. I want to be mad at her.
"While you were getting the food the other day, I snuck off and bought these. They're exactly the same as my old ones that got destroyed in the explosion, with the rest of my uniform." She explains, blushing. "You like them?"
Speechless, I simply nod. I try to keep my mind on being angry at her but it is quickly distracted by every movement she makes slowly slipping on the boots. Although they cover a large proportion of the skin shown by the slashes in her pants, she somehow looks sexier.
"You were right, John." She whispers, again moving closer to me. "We are bringing Ardor back. And she's going to burn hotter than ever."
I swallow hard, unable to form words. Even if I could, what am I supposed to say? She's suddenly just ditched the X-Men and taken on a whole new persona? I don't get it. Maybe it's the fiery twinkle that remains in her eyes, or maybe it's something else. Either way, it's the sexiest thing I've seen in a long time.
"So, are you taking me out on your bike or what, Pyro?" She flutters her mascara covered lashes up at me, running her long finger down the front on my black T-shirt. "And by the way, it's nice to see you back in the leather jacket. That was always my favourite look for you."
"You t-too." I stutter, coaxing an evil-looking smirk to her lips. Damn it, I'm weak!
"Awww. What's wrong, Johnny?" She purrs, knowing I hate being called that. "Cat got your tongue?"
"You look good." I state bluntly, finally finding my voice.
"You're not so bad yourself, Allerdyce." She slips her fingers into the back pocket of my black skinny jeans and removes my bike keys. "It's just you and me now, John. Where d'you wanna go?"

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