Here are some drabbles that sort of popped into my head. Hope you enjoy! Remember, all these characters belong to Scott Westerfeld.

He waited patiently and quietly behind the door. His hands were sweaty and the collar of his shirt felt tight. He tried to keep his wits about him. This was his one shot, or he might turn into a complete ninny and chicken out.

The other factor he was depending on was that she would show up. But she had to. She came this way every day at this time, without fail. She really was the perfect airman, always on time.

The sound of footsteps could now be heard in the hallway. He peaked through the hinges of the door and saw that it was her. He readied himself for the plan.

As Deryn passed by the door, Alek quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her inside his stateroom and slamming the door.

"Barking-," she began but was immediately cut off by his mouth on hers.

It was fairly quick, and when Alek pulled away there was a look of shock on Deryn's face. It didn't last long though. Mischief glinted in her eyes as her mouth turned up in an impish smile.

"Well don't just stand there you bum-rag. Kiss me again!" she demanded.

Alek laughed and quickly obliged.