Maybe I should have slowed down a little…. The smallest Arrow muses. For all Kaze’s casual attitude it was clear being on the bike as those speeds had unnerved him just a bit. Having him latch on to her like he was trying to give her a Heimlich was disturbing, a solid reminder that those muscles weren’t just for show. The movie had been a semi-predictable origins story, but Phoenyx hoped Jason Momoa would be in her dreams tonight. She allowed herself a dirty smile. No-one was around. It was fine.

She collapsed on the bed and turned out the light.


Knock. Knock. Knock.


Eyes snap open, blinded by darkness. Phoenyxlooks around, alert. and jumps out of bed. The knocking at her door comes again.
Grabbing her knife, she moves quietly over towards the door, and opens it, knife behind back. Stood there is Kaze, wearing his training pants, muscular torso bare. She opens the door a little wider, and peers outside.

“Kaze? What’s wrong?“

The taller Arrow steps towards her and pulls her in gently but firmly for a slow, sensual kiss. The knife clatters to the ground as Phoenyx freezes, not sure what to do, before melting into the motions and running a hand across his muscular chest. Smoothly Kaze scoops her up, heads pressed against each other. He carries the Arrow to the bed, dropping her roughly onto the mattress and climbing on top of her…




Eyes snap open. Phoenyx is breathless, clutching her covers tightly. Her gaze flicks anxiously around her room.

“Oh. Huh.”

Rolling over, she reaches for her phone.