Touchdown Daddy (108 page)

Chapter Six

Vaughn shook his head. "Absolutely not."

Avalon picked out a sapphire necklace and tried it on. "It's the end of the semester. We're practically the only ones that are staying for summer school. I want to go and say goodbye to my friends. It's been four months since the ironide incident and I'm
bored
."

"The more time that goes by and the less vigilant we are, the more likely the assassin will strike again."

"Who is it? Tell me who wants me dead and
then
I'll think you're not paranoid," Avalon a raised brow at the dragon, who flushed and looked away, his expression unhappy. "That's what I thought. You know what I think? I think you're just jealous and you don't want me making out with any of the hot guys that are going to be there."

Vaughn's face went the same color as his hair. "That is
not
true!"

"Because that's exactly what I plan to do. I'm going to find a guy and we're going to make out. And if things go well we're going to find a room and do a little more than making out. In the morning he won't remember my name, I won't remember his and if he comes back for fall we won't even remember who the other is and it will be all fine."

Vaughn's jaw dropped and he stared in horror.

Avalon began applying her lipstick. "Going to call me a slut now?"

"I… no!" Vaughn spluttered for a long moment. "But what if you choose the assassin?"

"There is no assassin!"

"There is an assassin! And if you go to this party I am going to be right by your side at all times, including if you go find a room!"

"I didn't know you were into that sort of thing," Avalon said nastily, then regretted her tone. "It's not that I want to make your job harder. And I probably won't end up doing that. I'm just bored and—"

"Horny?"

It was Avalon's turn to blush. "Maybe, yeah."

How could I not be when I'm stuck in such close proximity with you all the time?

"It's been a couple years since my boyfriend broke up with me, and… And I guess I'm really just a little lonely. I've never had a one night stand and I don't really want to start now but I just… I want to be able to just cut loose for a few hours and not worry about being in control."

Vaughn stepped closer, looking at her seriously. "Avalon, you've been working hard. I understand that. But putting yourself in danger like this isn't the way to relax."

"I'm not in danger."

"How many people know you're staying for the summer? Now would be the prime time to target you, while everybody is letting loose and getting too drunk to notice when suspicious things happen."

The urgency of his voice made Avalon hesitate. She cast a glance in the mirror. Blue sequined top paired with tight black slacks. She looked fantastic! No guy at Elsa's dance would be able to resist her.

But she didn't want any of those guys, anyway.

She wanted Vaughn. He didn't want her, though, that was obvious. So she had decided to move past him, find some other guy to quell her physical urgings.

But she
didn't
want a one-night stand. She just wanted to move on from this hang up she had. If Vaughn was going to be her bonded dragon one day, her protector for life, then she couldn't have this simmering desire for him. It would screw her up for the rest of her life.

Tonight might not be the best time to try to force herself to move on, though.

"Fine," she relented. "I'll tell Elsa I'm feeling sick and can't go."

Vaughn put a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you. This means a lot to me."

Looking at him, Avalon was almost overcome by the desire to kiss him. So she hurriedly turned away and tried to think instead of the five steps of making a dreamless sleep potion to distract herself.

***

The vase exploded when Avalon tried to wrap a shield around it. She shrieked, hiding her face as shards of glass flew at her. Vaughn was there in an instant, shielding her with a pillow.

The glass didn't get quite that far, but a scratch of Avalon's cheek showed where Vaughn had been a little too slow the previous day and he wasn't taking any chances.

"I'm getting worse!" Avalon waved her hand at the shattered glass, banding it back together as a vase.

Why couldn't fighting magic come as easily to her as everyday grooming or housekeeping tasks? The vase was soon back on the small table, no indication that it had been broken in the first place.

"Let's take a break from this," Vaughn suggested. "Let's work on levitating while fighting hand-to-hand."

"I'm tired. I don't want to do this anymore."

Avalon grabbed a towel, checking it for glass shards before she mopped the sweat off her face. It had been a week since the end of the last semester and the new one was meant to start again in a couple of days. But all throughout the break she had been distracted and couldn't control either her earth or fire magic.

It was worse than ever and Avalon just wanted to run away, find a hole in the ground and become a hobbit.

"What's holding you back?"

"If I knew, don't you think I'd be able to figure this out?" Avalon glowered at him, though she knew he was just trying to help.

Vaughn's expression was just as frustrated as hers and he beckoned her with one finger to join him on a bench. Avalon reluctantly did so. Tears pricked her eyes.

"I just don't know how I'm going to do this," she whispered.

"You just need to use your strengths. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath in, hold it… now release," his hand touched hers. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"I wish I'd gone to Elsa's dance," she blurted. "I'm angry at you for not letting me go."

Vaughn's jaw dropped. Avalon flushed. She knew she had no right to still be angry over that, but it was as close to the truth as she could say out loud.

"Avalon, I didn't want you to go because—"

"Because of the danger. I know. I know, but I had… reasons for wanting to go. And I just feel like if I had been able to go, I might have been able to—" She cut herself off before she could say “get over you.” That wasn't a confession she wanted to make right now.

Vaughn was silent for a long moment. Eventually, his hand moved over hers and squeezed. "I may have been overly cautious–okay, paranoid." That half-smile was back, looking smug even though he had nothing to be smug about. "I just… I could never live with myself if something happened to you because I wasn't careful enough. It's more than just my duty, Avalon. I…"

Avalon's breath caught in her chest. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? Her heartbeat increased and her hand in his suddenly felt clammy. She wanted him to say the words so badly…

"My life depends on your safety. I couldn’t live if anything happened to you," he grinned suddenly, eyes twinkling. "Uncle Stane would kill me. Now come on, break's over."

Avalon's heart fell as quickly as it had risen. Her shoulders slumped and she dragged herself off the bench, trying to ignore the pit of disappointment sinking into her stomach.

Chapter Seven

Avalon nervously eyed Vaughn as he stood on a chair in front of her. They were in the training rooms again and Vaughn had the idea that if she could levitate things and blow them up at the same time, then perhaps she could use her defensive levitation as an offensive technique.

He had a nerf gun in his hands, pointing it towards her. She was meant to levitate the chair he was on since no magic worked on him, while shielding herself from the nerfs.

"I don't know about this." She swiped some of her short hair from her eyes. "What if I blow up the chair and hurt you?"

"You won't," he said, his voice confident. "You have the skills to do this, Avalon. You're just doubting yourself."

Well, that was the truth.

Avalon took a deep breath, tucking her hands into her pockets. It was easier to do these spells if she could make the hand gestures, but Vaughn insisted that would give her enemies time to counter the spell and in a fight, she needed every advantage she could get.

As Avalon let out her breath, she was able to raise the chair. It was easy and her shoulders relaxed. As Vaughn shot off the first nerf at her, she summoned a shield. It sparked pale orange around her, stopping the nerf in place. He emptied the gun and though there was a slight strain on her mental barrier, the chair remained in place and none of the nerfs hit her.

"Good!" Vaughn jumped from the chair, landing lightly on the floor, making almost no noise despite his impressive muscular configuration. "Now how about you use the levitation as an offensive weapon now?"

Avalon caught onto his meaning right away. She swung the chair at him and he danced out of the way, laughing. As he was distracted by the clumsy chair pursuing him around the room, Avalon raised one nerf half an inch off the ground and trailed it over to him. By the time he noticed it, the nerf was at his feet. Avalon shot it upwards, bopping him on the nose.

She laughed at the look of surprise that came over his face and bombarded him with the rest of the nerfs. He smacked them all away, hands moving so fast she could hardly see them and Avalon clapped her hands, delighted, as she kept tossing the nerfs back at him. Vaughn grabbed one of the chair legs, trying to tug it from where it still hovered over his head, but couldn't budge it.

"I am so good," Avalon bragged, doing a little victory dance as the nerfs bounced off the dragon's chest.

Vaughn grinned and leaped towards her. His skin turned fire-engine red and smooth, shiny scales burst from his pores, covering every inch of him with tiny, glittering armor. He ripped off his shirt and Avalon gasped. Large, leathery wings burst from his back and his face lengthened. His mouth gleamed with serrated teeth.

It was only when his arms closed around her waist that she realized she had dropped her shield. As he swung her around, growling with curls of smoke coming from his wide nostrils, she shrieked.

Not from fear, though her heart was suddenly pounding as hard as it ever had. There was a tremor of fright racing through her blood, but it was the type of fright that dilated her pupils and heated her everywhere his body pressed against hers. The type of fright that sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine.

The dragon faded from him, leaving him with pale skin that was just a little too pink, with his hard, muscular chest under her fingers. She couldn’t breathe. What was he going to do?

"Make me let go of you," he ordered, pushing her against the wall. "If your enemies are this close, you're physically helpless."

She opened her mouth, wanting to tell him that she didn't want him to let her go, she never wanted him to let her go, but the words got stuck in her throat. Vaughn chuckled, moving his mouth slowly towards hers.

Abruptly she was angry. How dare he? He knew her feelings for him–it wasn't like she could hide her reaction to him and there was a reason he no longer walked around the dorm without a shirt on. And he was using her feelings for him to put her in a position where he demanded she fight him off, knowing full well she couldn't.

"Let go of me," she seethed.

"Make me."

Avalon summoned her shield, hugging it against her body. Glaring into Vaughn's blue eyes, she thrust it outward, expanding the shield. His hair rippled, but his grip on her was just as firm as it ever was.

His lips were almost against hers and he stopped. He stared into her eyes and maybe he saw the anger in them because he let her go and stepped back. His chest heaved, as though he had run a marathon, and he shook his head.

"I shouldn't have done that. I apologize."

"No," Avalon said. "You shouldn't have."

***

Avalon trained with Madame Fire for the rest of the day. It surprised her that Vaughn would leave her alone with somebody that wasn't him for so long, but she wasn't going to complain. She needed some space from him.

The past four months had been her and him in close quarters constantly. And though that hadn't really bothered her, the way he almost kissed her earlier did. It was humiliating the way she wished he hadn't changed his mind, especially when all she wanted to do was forget it.

For the last three hours of training Madame Fire just had her meditate and so Avalon was feeling much calmer and energized when Vaughn came to collect her. They didn't talk as they walked back to the dorm, but just outside the door Vaughn stopped and faced her.

"Avalon, about earlier—"

"It's fine. I don't want to talk about it. Let's just forget it happened." She smiled at him, not wanting to bring up those feelings again.

"It's not fine. I acted… inappropriately. I wasn't thinking. Well, I

was, but I was only thinking about how close to you I wanted to be."

Avalon's eyes widened.

"I know it's wrong. You're a witch, a Lady Grey, future keeper of the keys of Albian. I am meant to be your protector. But it seems what you really need to be protected from is me. I… I have been falling in love with you a little every day. I'm weak, I don't know how to keep myself from you."

"Then don't," Avalon whispered. Her heart hammered. He
loved
her?

Vaughn looked at the floor and let out a soft laugh. "You're not going to ask where I went earlier today, are you?"

"Why should I? We both needed space, and you made sure I was with somebody who could defend me if it came to that. If you think I'm angry because you left me with Madame Fire—"

"That's not it at all." One of his hands caught hers and his thumb stroked the back of her hand, sending shivers of pleasure up her arm. "I didn't leave you alone today because I needed space. I left because you were angry with me and I wanted to do something so you wouldn’t be angry anymore."

Avalon's brow furrowed, and Vaughn opened the dorm room. She gasped.

He'd moved the bed and desk into the kitchen, opening up the space as much as it could be. Paper ribbons crisscrossed over the ceiling and glow sticks were scattered all over the floor. As Avalon stepped in, she became aware of soft, sensuous music playing.

Vaughn turned off the lights. The glow sticks lit the dorm in soft light, making it feel cozy and romantic. Avalon turned to Vaughn, smiling, tears in her eyes.

"You were upset that you couldn't go to Elsa's dance, so I thought I'd bring the dance to you."

"It's perfect," she whispered, choking on her words. "I'm not dressed for a party, though."

Vaughn stepped closer, brushing his fingers along her cheekbone and into her hair. "You're perfect."

His arms twined around her and she responded by putting her arms around his neck. They swayed side to side, not really in time with the music but not caring. Avalon felt desire stir in her and saw Vaughn's pupils dilate. Slowly, as though he was afraid she was going to pull away, he lowered his lips to hers.