Rating:PG13.- Violence, suggested nudity (and what it implies).
Disclaimers: Spark, aka Tonati Cehuapilli, is my property. All other original characters are used with their owners permission.
The dream sequence is not my work, it is used with permission.
Thundercats and the Thundercats universe are not mine, I am making no money with this. This is a piece of work written for entertainment only.

Once the little ceremony was performed, Spark turned again for her bed, where she sat trembling. She raised her legs to hug them, and rested her chin on her knees while she thought about the dream. All those visions have had the same meaning, always different in content. And they had haunted her nights for the last three weeks.

  For the same number of weeks now, her days were occupied with ceremonial duties and studies. Although not her full heart, her head was in them, but evenings proved to be a test. Test that she answered by cooking. Her friends from the Fortress found themselves stuffed with delicious and exotic meals, though they preferred to ignore many of the ingredients. At the beginning of nights Spark, Peachyra and Chanur, gathered at the Entertainment Room to exchange stories of the events in their days.

  Sometimes visitors dropped by and so, the inhabitant got to play with a happily explosive young tigress, or to gab with an ancient thunderan lion and a merry merman. In occasions even the self-proclaimed dictator of that fandomland came to visit and he was rewarded with a plate of sweet pastries which he covered generously with mustard. Spark laughed and smiled at all of them, visitors and fort-mates but still they noticed something was not quite right.

  Zhyan. Another inhabitant of the fortress, Zhyan Dekodoria had found his way into Spark�s heart and bed. It was he, the cause of her restlessness... and involuntarily of her nightmares.

  "Do they know?" Spark wondered. "Have they noticed my lack of sleep?" she dared to assume they had not.

  Soon her body was relaxed and her eyes closed when she felt the protection of the copal scent. With that knowledge Spark slept. But only to awake in pain. Her body had curled in itself and the uncomfortable position was causing a cramp, so Spark stood again and left her bed.  The candle flames illuminated her room.  She had not slept long and the morning was still hours away.

  Spark walked to the nearest bathroom, wanting to have a nice and hot shower. On a second thought, she turned off the shower so she could prepare the jacuzzi. Letting the robe fall to her feet, the girl stepped into the hot tub and let the warm whirls of water massage her body, relaxing her tense muscles.

  She sat there, tired, her back against the Jacuzzi�s walls and closed the eyes enjoying the sensations. The water roamed over her skin, caressing it and that felt nice. So nice, almost as if...

  �Do you mind if I join?�

  Spark jumped, startled, at the sound of the voice, unable to believe her ears before she turned swiftly among the bubbles.

  �Zhyan! It is you!! You came back!� Smiling, Spark waited for him in the tub, but followed his every move as he approached and got ready to join her. Letting go the grip on her emotions she hugged him tight and kissed him deeply until he slowly pulled himself away, smiling. Her hands touched him while she lifted her face to reach his.

 �Such a warm welcome... I should make my patrol more often�

  �What?� she said and blinked, perplexed. �You would not dare!� quite distressed, she lowered her sight noticing by first time his weary appearance. He looked so tired. He had enter the room barefooted, leaving his boots and weapons outside.

 Before she could say another word, Zhyan lifted her chin with his hand in a gentle, firm maneuver.  Smiling, the angel held her face using his fingers to outline it and Spark observed his features. His lilac hair, short locks over his forehead with larger ones falling down his shoulders, framed his face. His lilac eyes fixed in hers were sad, nostalgic despite his grin. 

  Slowly his face descended towards her and Spark was lost in his contact when his mouth touched hers. Shyly at first, with more confidence later as she accepted him.

  Spark sighed and kissed him back. Then, while she tenderly kissed his chest, Zhyan buried his face in her hair to deeply inhale her scent.  His wings were shaken, and his hands pulled her close in a tight embrace.

Lost in their giggles, neither noticed the figure at the door, watching them.