Decision Time

[Skylar]

His discomfort empowered her. The tease had a weakness, acting upon his advances. This time, she didn’t ignore the giggle in her throat, but embraced it, and released it. As his massive arm encased her, she leaned into him. If this was safety, she’d take it any day....

She smiled as he looked down at her and places her hand on his cheek. “You’re too cute for your own good Mark.” She rested her head on his chest as he rubbed her back, and for that moment she forgot where she was. She listened as the heart of the beast beat melodically. Unfortunately, the moment lasted just that... only for a moment. “I’m scared.” The words were blurted out before she realized it.

Looking up again to him the worry in her eyes was not hidden. Could they really all make this journey with no incidents? She had no idea, but she would gladly put her life in his hands. “Keep me busy, lemme help however I can?” Yes, it was a question. The more busy she was, the less time she had to think, and the more time she could be herself.

[Zenith]

Thinking for a moment, his eyes moved across the large, cold warehouse without much of an answered thought in return. What else was there to do, beside getting everyone else and gathering up the groups. The place was chilly and eerie because of the monstrous size and everything around them was dimly lit because of the failing generator.

Mark looked down to the small woman and grinned warmly. Without hesitation, without word, without understanding -- the rough hands that were moving softly against her back, pulled up to the back of her neck, touching it ever-so gently and his head tipped forward. He would secure her fear -- drain her of it, and bring only warmth to her heart. A flow of adrenaline; a kiss, like a shot.

His lips grazed hers gently. Eyes pulled to half-mast, lidding the cerulean glow from icy eyes. It had been years before he was frozen -- out of style and experience was the understatement of this century -- quite literally, in fact. His head tilted, remembering about the whole 'human-nose-ordeal' and with a gentle, yet lead-taking maneuver, Markus kissed Luci.

His hands were not tight. His lips were soft, softer than usual, seeing as he'd been frozen for the past ... 'few' decades. His hands trembled lightly, but only by nervousness. Absorbing her fear, he'd gained his own. Fear of enjoyment. Fear of love. Fear of something like this -- happening in a place like this ...

[Skylar]

Her gaze followed his across the massive room. It was scary really, if one put it all into perspective. The flickering over head lights added an ominous feeling to the already creepy room, she was glad Markus was with her, otherwise she’d be hiding, or running back to where the others were.

As he looked down at her, she looked up at him, and he looked like a changed man. His eyes were so warm, his smile soft, it made her heart skip a beat. His gentle hands on her back caused her lids to ease over her eyes, and a deep inhale to fill her lungs. On her tip toes she would find herself, her forehead finding his first, his nose grazing her cheek, and his lips crashing into hers.

She was almost too shocked at first to act, but soon her lips puckered slightly and savored his taste. Everything else didn’t seem to matter right then and there. Her arms wrapped around him as far as they could and she gently stroked his back. Lips parted to deepen the kiss, yet she wouldn’t press forward, feeling him tremble before her.

Irony be damned that she meet the perfect man in this fucked up ordeal. She’d be damn to let him pass her by, and they’d all be damned if they couldn’t get to where they needed to be. None of it seemed fair, not at all, but at least right now, it seemed perfect.