Pairing: Renee and Valen

Prompt: Beginning

Word Count: 100

Summary: Later, she would say that was what he got for being a misanthropic bastard.

He chose not to notice how alive the city around him was. It had taken some time, but he’d learned to block it out. So he never heard the small pleading voice or felt the tug on his jacket.

But he sure as hell felt the rock connecting with his head.

Turning, he saw a small form disappear down a nearby alleyway, thick whiskey-gold hair trailing behind his attacker like a kite’s tail. He abandoned decorum to chase his attacker and finally caught the filthy little street girl in his arms.

And his heart never allowed him let her go.

Prompt: Middle

Word Count: 116

Summary: The girl has some odd habits.

Valen laughed at the sight in the kitchen, specifically at his amber-haired angel and the mess she was making.

Renee was sitting at the table, the area in front of her littered with orange and black wrappers and donut-like bits of chocolates. Looking up with a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness, she dared him to comment. “What?”

The grin was one that he only gave her as he bent down to kiss her, his tongue slipping in to taste the remains of peanut butter and chocolate on hers. “Nothing.” He hooked on of the discarded candy rings and popped it in his mouth. “But you do know you can eat more than just the middles, yeah?”

Prompt: Ends

Word Count: 133

Summary: Don’t mess with drunk demons.

“You puke on me, woman, and we are going to have some issues.”

Her response was a wavering giggle that was cut off by a vodka-laced hiccup. He rolled his eyes and readjusted her small form from where he’d tossed her over his shoulder after she’d refused to leave the party. Right after he’d found her mooning the passersby from the upstairs window.

She’d fought him at first, squirming and threatening the way only drunks could. Then she’d pleaded and bargained, testing his will with her pathetic tears and seductive promises. For the last few minutes, she’d been quiet, the silence punctuated by body shaking hiccups and giggles.

But he would deny until his dying day that he jumped and squealed when her hands drifted down to give his butt a playful squeeze.