Burn

You play with fire and you're bound to get burned.

"We're going to change things," he said, grabbing her hands and spinning around. "We're going to set the world on fire."

He was like a lick of flame himself. His hair was red, red, the red that looks only possible from a bottle, but she knew every part of him was natural. His eyes were blue, blue, the blue of the hottest fires, fire that devours without thinking. She had been consumed the moment she had met him.

He was fire, he was heat, he was burning intensity and everything that was thrown at him was just fuel for the flames. He was wild and relentless by nature. He was destruction and creation and purity. His voice, his gaze, his touch were smouldering, scorching.

She wondered how long she could keep up with him. She didn't have his passion, his determination, except when his touch ignited her. How long could a normal girl stand in the heart of the blaze?

But for now, she laughed along with him, caught up in the joy of the flame. "We're going to set the world on fire!" he yelled again.

Yes, she thought. You will.

I'm not really sure where this came from, but I'm posting it anyway... Reviews, please.