Chapter Two

The idea just came up, and I decided to write. I love these two, really!

Shayera laughed when the children knocked her down. Flash jumped, joining her. They hugged each other, then the children of the orphanage fell upon them. It was a Thursday night and there was no better program than enjoying time with children.

In recent weeks, Shayera spent her time volunteering with Flash. It was good, the children never judged her and she learned a little more about her friend's philosophy of life. In a moment the children got tired and left the couple. Shayera went to her feet, but he held her in place.

"You want to have an ice cream later?" he whispered. "Just you and me?"

"This is for children." She smiled back, but she nodded.

He smiled back. That was their routine. They spent a few hours in the orphanage and then had ice cream, even if it was cold. The two stood there, staring at each other, until a girl pulled a few feathers off her wing, gaining their attention.

"Uncle Flash, Aunt Shay!" A girl called. "You're not joking right ..."

With a false grunt, he released Shayera and stood. He ran to the girl, picked her up, and spun her in the air. The redhead observed a little of the friend's interaction with the girl. Her name was Claire, if she was not mistaken. She was blonde, with big brown eyes. She laughed a lot as Flash turned her around.

"You shouldn't have done that." Shayera commented.

In moments the other boys and girls gathered around the hero, jumping and waiting their turn. Flash lifted and spun with them all. When the last child had his turn, he stopped and stared at Shayera, still sitting on the floor. She caught his gaze and shook her head.

"No!"

"Ah, come on, Shay! Enjoy!"

He held out his hand. The screams around her encouraged her. With a heavy sigh, she nodded and accepted the offered hand. She barely stood and felt her friend's hands suspend her. They began to spin, and she placed a hand on his chest to balance.

The children screamed around them. Flash saw a couch and threw himself with Shayera still in his arms. They laughed. Shayera straightened her red hair. He tied a lock of hair behind her ear, still laughing. But as she caught his eye on her, her heart throbbed in a new way. Already Flash, it took a great effort not to kiss her. Luckily, little children's hands took her off him, and pulled into a new joke.

Later that night, the ice cream parlor was empty, with the exception of the two redheads. Shayera looked up from her ice cream to stare at her friend. He was too quiet, looking down the street.

"Flash!" She called. "What is it?"

He turned his gaze from the street to her.

"Nothing. I mean ... I was wondering ... what's the best time to tell someone that you like her?"

The redhead blinked a few times. She coughed, clearing the throat. Shrugged.

"I'm not the best person to talk about feelings."

Flash shook his head. He opened and closed his mouth countless times. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he managed to make some sounds.

"I know this girl, and I really like her, but I don't know what to do ..."

"You could say what you feel, and see how she reacts."

Again, he nodded. Reluctantly.

"Can I train with you?"

Shayera frowned. She lowered the ice cream, and nodded. Flash touched her face, wiping the corner of her mouth. His finger slid down her cheek, making her close her eyes.

"I ... I like you ..." he said, too low. She barely heard.

For a moment, Shayera caught herself smiling. She opened her eyes, and his hand was still on her face. When she made a move to take it off, Shayera caught the tip of his fingers.

"Can you repeat that?"

"I like you, Shay. I think I'm in love."

Her heart was filled with a new, almost inexplicable feeling. His words hit her. It was for her. Shayera knew. She squeezed his hand more tightly.

"That was good." She whispered. "I think you should try to kiss her too if she feels the same."

Flash moved in the chair, tipping her body closer to her.

"Do you?"

In response, she just nodded. She closed her eyes, feeling Flash approach his face to hers. The hot breath was soon on her cheek. His tongue lurched on her lips, asking for permission. She opened her mouth, accepting him without reservations. His hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him close. Its taste was sweet, partly because of the ice cream. Too nice.

At one time or another they needed to breathe. Flash did not want to get away from her, so long did he want the contact. So he kept his lips pressed against hers, feeling her breath on his face. Her brows glued together, her eyes still closed. He felt a smile forming on his lips.

"Does that mean you like me, too?"

"I think so." She replied.

"Can you tell? For me?"

"I like you, Wally. Now, it's good to kiss me again."

Shayera did not need to ask. He was more than happy to obey her. The first time they kissed, but not the only one. Make Shayera was always by your side.

Thanks!