[b]Jessalyn - House - Floyd[/b]

Jess couldn't help it. The more Floyd told her, the more tears came to her eyes. By the time he was on the floor and crying she was sobbing. Especially when he promised not to leave her. She got down on her knees and knelt beside her, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. She didn't say anything for a while, just hugged him. 
Finally she pulled and smiled through her tears, brushing his hair out of his face. She cupped his face in her hands. "If we stay together, everything will be okay," she told him. "I can feel it."

She hugged him again. "You are not your father. If you were, you would have left me in the city with the walkers. You would have left me underground in the catacombs. You are a good man Floyd. A kind man. I don't mind you being a little rough around the edges, because you show by your actions that you have honor. Stop living in his shadow. You are a good man. You have to start believing that. Okay?"

Giving in to the impulse, she kissed his cheek gently. Then she kissed it again. The third time she changed the angle at the last moment and kissed his lips.
She pulled back quickly, face bright red from embarrassment. She looked at him from under her eyelashes.
Compared to him she was little more then a child. She hoped he wouldn't be offended, or worse treat her like a kid with a crush.
Because that was what she felt like she had. She genuinely, seriously liked Floyd. He was tall and strong and kind. He had the ability to protect her, to provide for her and her child. With him, she felt safe and secure.

"Your anger scares me, but it doesn't change how I see you," she said, staring at his chest because she couldn't meet his eyes after kissing him, afraid of what she would see in them. "But you're so strong, you can beat it. I don't just mean physically. You have a strong character. One that I hope you will always have."