"I don't know what I do."
"You add fuel to the flame," she said quietly, bringing a hand up under his, cupped to hold the energy that would become fire.
"You don't need an explanation, do you? You just want to see."
She nodded, smiling.
He grinned back and closed his eyes. Please let me control this one. Just a small one. He gathered energy - opened his eyes -
Her eyes opened wide, and she laughed, sitting back. He grinned at her over the small ball of fire dancing an inch above his hand. "You like that, huh?"
She clasped her hands, beaming. "Did I tell you you're wonderful?"
And almost as if on cue... the sprinklers activated.
He gasped as he was doused from overhead, thankfully remembering to put out the fire rather than drop it. "Oh, man!"
And her laughter pealed out, filling the room, watching him try to deactivate the sprinklers from beneath a curtain of sodden hair. She lifted her hands, catching water. "Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain."
And he cracked up and gave up, and just hugged her.
For the new kids: yes, Lyric speaks only in song lyrics. No, she's not as difficult to write as you might think.
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Surviving so far, painwise; remembering to get up and stretch!
I have a 96-ounce carton of coffee, and I'm not afraid to use it.