I don't own Longshot or Smellerbee. But I can dream.

This is a K+ rated fic for sexual suggestions. No minors that can't handle it!

Set after the war... which means they're a bit older.

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A twang filled the air and all of a sudden the rough brutes that were surrounding the girl with the knife went down.

She shouldn't have gone off by herself, but she did and she turned and saw the weilder of the arrows now incapacitating the street rebels; walking down the alley-way towards her.

Her expression was grudging towards him. The war was over, but he still had her back, even when she didn't ask him to.

He reached her and crouched to pull the two arrows out of the offenders' shoulders as they cried in pain and the two, quite used to the sound, ignored it.

She tucked her knife back away, as he put his arm around her to steer her from this place, back to where she would be safe.

Although, she had places to go, things to do; she felt a tingle down her as he ran a hand down off her shoulder to her spine and decided she was quite fine with him leading her back home.

He knew she could take care of herself... but sometimes she would let him be the white knight and play along as the damsel in distress.

After all, each of them, as orphaned, needed to feel special sometimes. They owed that to each other.

She would let him rescue her and take her home to take care of her... and he would let her feel what it was like to be a woman for a change.

There was a wordless agreement on this arrangement... and as he traced the lines of the marks on her face and kissed her lips she knew it was going to be one of those days again, where she would feel like what it was to be a woman for a very long time.