Light flashed beyond the clouds and thunder crackled, shaking the foundations of the house. Fat raindrops splattered all over the window, as if heaven itself were crying.

Max shivered as a chill ran up her spine. She bit her lip as she covered her shoulders with the throw blanket beside her. The white glow of the laptop screen burned into her retinas.

Max glanced out into the storm. It was almost as if she could feel the rain on her skin.

A beam of light splayed across her room. She allowed herself to imagine it was a spotlight catching her in some criminal act. In all reality, it was just the lighthouse.

There was something alluring about the lighthouse. Some foreign pull in her very soul that compelled her to the landmark. When the property adjacent to it had come up for rent, over the summer, she had decided it was more than worth it.

"The lighthouse again?"

Max felt her lips break into a soft smile. "Always."

"You're obsessed... Tickle attack!"

"Stop!" she shrieked as 176 pounds of lanky boy tackled her. Familiar fingers played at her sides, filling her entire being in giggles. Loud, unabashed laughter filled the otherwise quiet room. Shadows danced behind them whilst Max attempted to desperately untangle her herself out from under her captor.

"Please! Stop!" she pleaded.

"Fine," he gruffed. "But only cause you asked politely." His intoxicatingly warm breath filled tickled her neck. He now lay right on top of her, but at an angle. His torso laid on top of hers, while her legs were free.

Still, she hesitated to squirm out from under her captor. That was to her detriment.

He heaved the rest of his warm body on top of her. He lifted his head to gaze into her blue irises. "Round 2?" he asked around his dimples.

"Never," she hissed. "You know I hate it when you do that."

Warren's lips pursed together. "Hm, I don't recall you hating it. Sounds to me like you were having a lot of fun."

"You and I have different ideas of fun."

He just smirked in answer. She stared into his own brown eyes longingly. Patient.

Instead of taking an obvious hint, he made to move from over her. So dense.

Her legs sprung forth to trap his waist. She made a noise in the back of her throat to voice her discontentment. She reached her hands around his neck and pulled him down towards her into a kiss.

The kiss was light, and soothing. It filled her with an everglow. The kind in which she couldn't show in any other way than this. This moment right here. She never knew how long she waited to have this feeling.

They joined like this for a few more moments, before the pain became too much. Max lifted his face lightly off hers.

"I thought you had a migraine?"

Max closed her eyes tightly. "I do. But it comes in waves. You usually make it better."

Warren beamed, yet he looked concerned. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Just hold me."

He nodded and slunk off of her. She turned to face the window. She heard him shut the laptop and grab the blanket that had been savagely fallen to the ground in their melee. He had thrown the gratifyingly warm blanket around them. Warm hands wrapped around her sternum.

She melted beneath him as she gazed out the window. The rain seemed to slow down, almost to a crawl.

"Chloe and Rachel get home safe?" she mumbled.

"Yeah. They texted me a little bit ago before I came in. I'd hoped you'd be asleep."

"Me too."

Max couldn't remember when the headaches started. It could've been around September or October. What she did know, is that it came randomly and suddenly with no explanation. There'd be times when she lost track of minutes or hours, even a day when it struck. She didn't let anyone know. In fact, she didn't let most people know much about her.

Except him. He was the exception. Warren saw the beauty in her shadows. He was the lighthouse in her storm.

Usually she tried to sleep the aches away, but it was 50/50. Some nights the pain was so unbearable she couldn't sleep. Other nights, it'd pass her right out. He didn't understand it as much as she did. Initially, he tried to make sense of it. So did the doctors. Inevitably, they had all decided that it was random. And debilitating

They laid in silence. Once again, she was grateful for him, but the throbbing was too much. With the sky unfolding before them, she racked her muddled brain for some distraction.

"Teach me something."

He snuggled closer. "What do you want me to teach you?"

She wasn't sure. The only thing she knew was that from the beginning, she loved being taught by him. His patience and understanding was one of the things she loves about him.

Is one of the things she loves about him.

"Constellations," she breathed.

"Okay."

He reached out a hand as he pointed towards the different constellations. She reached out a hand to intertwine with his pointing fingers. Orion, Scorpius, Lyra, it didn't matter. All that mattered was the sound of his voice, drowning out the pain inside her head. The quiet passion in his voice soothed her core.

She drifted to sleep with thoughts of him. Always him. And when Max dreamed, she dreamt of flying.

Hey y'all, sorry it took so long. After some time, I decided to kill the story. At least where it had been going. I decided I didn't want to do Jefferson as a villain. I had done it before in Coming Home and I didn't want to do again. Add the fact it didn't have any build up really... It would've been more trouble than it was worth.So I wrote a chapter, more an epilogue to wrap the whole thing up. And to be honest, I like it a heck of a lot more. I don't know when or if I might do more LiS, especially with Max and Warren but who knows. You never know when inspiration will strike.Til next time, Holywoodunderfed.