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[indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080][color=feffb5]"Myla, wait!"[/color] Theo’s voice echoed from farther down the staircase. Fueled by rage and adrenalin, Myla had made it to the same level as the parking garage before she finally stopped. Her thigh was throbbing and blood trickled down her left side, trailing thin lines of crimson from beneath her shirt and along the bare skin of her waist. Her chest heaved, unable to pull in air fast enough to calm the bloodlust that plagued her mind or the tremors that shook her. She grabbed the railing, slowly spinning herself around and lowering herself to sit on the stairs. She leaned forward and rested her elbows on bent knees. Her violently shaking hands stretched out in front of her while her once scabbed knuckles were split open again and blood dripped between her fingers. 

Theo followed the blood, and the sight of it made him feel queasy. Why did she run? Was she mad at him? He couldn’t blame her for it, he should have just let Veronica fall. He shouldn’t have ever given her the chance…he paused, breathing hard, his good hand curled around his bad shoulder. [color=feffb5]"Damn it,"[/color] he muttered, facing the wall and taking in a deep, shuddering breath. He slammed his shoulder against the wall [i]hard,[/i] trying to stifle the groan of pain that followed as he set his own shoulder back into place in anger. It took him a few seconds, and then he started back up the stairs, following the sound of her breathing until he found her. [color=feffb5]"I’m sorry,"[/color] Theo’s voice was broken, and he kneeled down in front of her, hands rising with uncertainty, as if he was afraid to touch her. [color=feffb5]"Myla…"[/color] 

She swallowed trying to slow her breathing and get her [i]fucking[/i] hands to stop shaking. Myla’s head rose slightly to face him, anger furrowed her brows, tensed her muscles and pulled the corners of her mouth downwards into a scowl. But the rage wasn’t for him. She tried to find the softness he pulled from her but all she felt was an acidic hatred burning at her insides. [color=962929]"Why are you apologizing?"[/color] she whispered through shaky breaths as her thumb picked at the torn skin of her split knuckles.

[color=feffb5]"I should have let her fall,"[/color] he leaned in to her, catching her face between his hands and…Theo just held her for a moment, letting his thumb rub softly over her cheek, breathing her in until his own breathing steadied and his temper calmed. It took a few moments, but finally when he dragged open his eyes he was calm enough to think clearly. 

Myla’s eyes slowly closed as she tilted her head into his touch. She used the gentle rhythmic strokes of his thumbs like a metronome to calm and slow down her breathing, easing the storm raging inside her. [color=962929]"No,"[/color] she whispered, resting her shaking hands in the dips of his elbows. [color=962929]"That’s not who you are."[/color] She swallowed the lump in her throat as she leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his, trying desperately to ground herself. [color=962929]"I could have killed her,"[/color] she confessed, her words barely making a sound as they slipped out. [color=962929]"I wanted to. [i]I would have[/i]… If you didn’t hold me back."[/color]

[color=feffb5]"Myla, I love you."[/color] The words spilled from his lips before he could stop them, undeterred by her murderous confession, heart thundering in his ears. He meant it though, it was the sort of thing you may realize a little too late, the sort of declaration better saved for a beautiful beach and perfect setting, but he didn't have the energy to not say it, not anymore, not looking at her now and knowing everyday may be their last. [color=feffb5]"For a second, when she went over the ledge, I forgot that it wasn’t [i]you[/i] and I just reacted. I-I can’t lose you, because I love you and I’ve loved you for a long time now."[/color] 

[color=962929]"[i]What?[/i]"[/color] The word was stuck in her throat, caught and rough with surprise at his confession. What happened to the beach? The perfect moment? And why did it still steal the breath from her lungs even though she knew the unspoken words he was aching to say. Mirroring their first kiss outside the tower just a day ago, Myla’s hands cupped the sides of his face and closed the distance between them, desperate to taste his lips again. She breathed heavily through her nose, pulling him closer like any gap between them was too much space. It took every fiber of control in her being to break the kiss for only a fraction of a second to speak a breathy whisper against his lips. [color=962929]"I love you too."[/color]

A small, breathless laugh escaped him and he was swallowed by her lips as he chased them. He’d been silly to want to wait for the perfect moment, because this was just as perfect as any other. She was here, in his arms, and she loved him too, how could he have ever wanted to wait? It didn’t matter if they were on a beach or in a stairwell, the location didn’t alter how true his feelings were and he would continue to tell her that he loved her no matter where they were. Theo pulled back after a few moments, breathing hard and trying to remember what self control was. [color=feffb5]"Infirmary?"[/color] He managed, wanting to ignore the fact that she was bleeding and Phil’s rule and just indulge. He was fairly certain Myla wouldn’t stop him, either, but she [i]was[/i] hurt and he did want their first time to be a little more romantic than the stairs. 

[color=962929]"No,"[/color] the whisper fell from her lips as tried to close the space between them he created, sounding desperate, practically begging. Theo got to break a rule, so why couldn’t she? He didn’t wait until the beach like he said, but let the confession slip out in a cold and empty stairwell. So why did Myla have to wait until she was healed? Given everything that was happening around them, she was never guaranteed to be back at 100% again. She wasn’t bleeding that bad and half of the stitches still held on… If barely. She didn’t care. It could be worse and she [i]still[/i] wouldn’t care. 

Myla inched closer to him, her knees lightly pressed against his hips. The tip of her nose brushed against his as she tilted her head from one side to the other. She breathed heavily, heart racing with a yearning and a [i]need[/i] that ached and burned from deep inside. [color=962929]"I want you,"[/color] she pleaded against his lips, breathy and lustful in a way she hadn’t sounded before. She swallowed as she ran her fingers tentatively along the top of his hand and slipped them between his fingers. Slowly, cautiously, with flushed cheeks and a featherlight touch, she guided his hand along the curve of her thigh, dipping down until the calloused skin of his palm brushed against the thin fabric that separated his fingers from the tender warmth beneath. 

[color=feffb5]"Fuck,"[/color] Theo was not, at the end of the day, anything better than a man in love with a woman who was hot as hell. And when said hot woman says [i]I want you[/i] like that, you don’t argue or complain. The reaction his body had to her tone, so soft and breathless as she pleaded with him on this last rule, was instantaneous. [color=feffb5]"Here?"[/color] He wasn’t arguing it anymore, because Theodore wanted Myla just as much, and he couldn’t imagine a world in which he turned her down here and now, not with her hand curled around his and his fingers pressing into a warmth that made color flood his face.

A small tremble passed through her body like a wave at the soft pressure of his hand between her legs. Her breath was hot against his skin as her lips ghosted across his with every inhale and whispered word. [color=962929]"I don’t care where."[/color] Her empty palm cupped his jaw while the tip of her thumb ran along the edge of his bottom lip in the sliver of space between them. [color=962929]"Now."[/color] The plea fell from her mouth like a quiet but desperate moan. Myla didn’t care if it happened in a bed, on the beach or on the stairs. All that mattered was [i]now.[/i] Every kiss and tender word chipped away at her resolve until his love broke away what last shred of control she had left. They could die tomorrow or in an hour. The future wasn’t guaranteed. But what she did know was that they had that moment. Nothing else mattered.

[color=feffb5]"I love you."[/color] It was all he could say as he shifted her from where Myla was all but perched in his lap, mind made up as he started to undress her with an urgency that matched his own. Their first time wouldn’t be how he’d imagined it, no soft bed and lit candles, none of the gentle romanticism he’d pictured, but it was perfect just like this too. Messy, fast, but passionate as he repeated those three words over and over, like a prayer.  

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Myla wasn’t sure when they made it to her penthouse, nor did she fully recall [i]how[/i] they got there. All she was certain of was that they broke Phil’s rule at least once… or was it twice? Regardless, they made it to the apartment and even managed not to leave any of their clothing behind. However they never actually made it to the bed. They laid tangled and naked on the couch, skin glistening with sweat while heavy breaths filled the silence of the quiet room. Most of Myla’s weight rested on top of Theo. Her right leg was bent and splayed across his waist, left cheek resting against his heaving chest like a pillow while her fingers traced random patterns across his stomach.

[color=962929]"You didn’t hurt me, by the way,"[/color] she whispered against his warm skin, her persistent smile never fading. While he didn’t ask, Myla felt the need to clear the air knowing how scared he was of injuring her or making her wounds worse. But her side had stopped bleeding… at some point. Otherwise, the only thing she ever felt was love, pleasure… and him. 

Would Phil accept a gift basket for an apology? Hopefully he didn’t publicly shame them like he had Imogen, but Theo had a sinking suspicion that Phil didn’t discriminate when it came to humiliating someone. Ah, oh well. He’d do it all again in a heartbeat, the grin on his face evidence of how pleased he was with the turn of events. The small ball of anxiety that had formed at the idea that he had hurt her eased some, the fingers of his right hand trailing slowly up and down the curve of her spine. [color=feffb5]"I was worried,"[/color] he admitted, glancing down at Myla and finding that a simple look at her was enough to ignite his desires again, so instead he looked up at the ceiling. [color=feffb5]"Sometimes my strength slips away from me, so I was trying extra hard to be gentle."[/color]

[color=962929]"I’m not as fragile as you think."[/color] Her voice was soft but there was a faint hint of challenge behind her words. The tip of her finger idly circled his belly button and lightly brushed across the hair just beneath it. 

Not that the entire thing had been gentle, it was impossible with how desperate and hungry they’d each been for one another's touch. Her skin was so soft beneath his calloused fingers, and a large part of Theo’s brain was reciting mathematical formulas to try and keep a semblance of control. [color=feffb5]"Was it…I mean, did you, um…"[/color] He trailed off, his other hand rubbed gently at the back of her thigh, trying to find the words he wanted to say. Why was it harder to ask if she’d enjoyed herself than it was to tell her that he loved her? [color=feffb5]"I’m still taking you to the beach tomorrow."[/color] Theo said instead, cheeks warm. 

[color=962929]"You couldn’t tell?"[/color] she asked quietly, feeling her own cheek grow warm pressed against his chest. Myla didn’t keep track or count. It wasn’t a competition. She was far too wrapped up in him to care about something as trivial as that. But it was more than once. The sensations were still fresh in her mind, the way her back arched against the cold edges of the stairs, how her thighs tightened around his waist, and the waves of pleasure that shook her body. Just the memory reignited the fire that burned in her core for him and made her heart flutter. She swallowed, adjusting how she laid on him slightly. 

[color=962929]"You were the first—"[/color] Her face scrunched slightly as she realized how that sounded. [color=962929]"Well, not the [i]first[/i]. I wasn’t a virgin."[/color] Myla anxiously stumbled through the sentence as everything was coming out wrong. She sighed as her cheeks grew more red. She shifted awkwardly against him as she searched for the words. [color=962929]"No one’s ever made me…"[/color] For whatever reason, she struggled to finish the thought but she hoped he knew her meaning without actually saying it.

[color=feffb5]"I…"[/color] Theo laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her forehead. [color=feffb5]"I just wanted to be sure it was as good for you, as it was for me."[/color] He said, tone soft and reassuring. He didn’t stop his wandering hands, still quietly marveling in the softness of her skin, the flush between them, the desire to pull her back onto him was strong, but Theo was fairly sure she still needed to go to the infirmary and his insatiable desires shouldn’t stop that anymore than it already had. 

And yet…[color=feffb5]"I love you."[/color] He grinned as he spoke those words again, wondering if she’d ever grow tired of hearing it as his fingers slid softly along her thigh, teasing Myla ever so gently. If he was a little proud of the fact that he’d managed to do what no other man had, he wouldn’t say it aloud…the evidence was loud enough as excitement filled him once more. 

Myla wanted to tease him and ask if the moans weren’t evidence enough, but she kept the thought tucked away with a soft laugh and a fleeting kiss to the skin of his chest that was closest to her mouth. Her smile grew as he spoke the same three words he whispered to her countless times in the throes of passion between heavy breaths and muffled moans. [color=962929]"Are you trying to make up for all the times you wanted to say it but didn’t?"[/color] she asked with a playful smile. 

[color=feffb5]"Maybe,"[/color] he grinned, pressing another kiss to the top of her head but wishing he could reach her lips, or maybe even explore more of her with his mouth…Myla had maybe five minutes before he decided the infirmary wasn’t a good idea and took matters into his own hands. Apparently he folded quite easily under pressure of a certain kind, but he wasn’t sure if he could be blamed when she was so beautiful.

If it was possible, she curled in closer to him, pressing more of her body against his side. Myla's breath caught in her chest as his featherlight touch brushed along her thigh. The caress of his fingers sent a tingling chill up her back, only adding to the burning desire that built up in her again. She softly seized her bottom lip between her teeth as she felt him stirring beneath her leg. [color=962929]"[i]Again?[/I]"[/color] she teased him softly, lacing her words subtly with the temptation that was growing inside her. 

Five minutes…what a joke. Theo’s arms locked around her before he swiftly flipped their positions, pressing her down gently into the plush couch before he kissed her with just as much desperation and passion as earlier. [color=feffb5]"Again,"[/color] He confirmed once they’d pulled away, leaning down to press a kiss to her chin, and then two on her throat, along her collarbone, lower…it wasn’t like the infirmary was going anywhere, anyways. 

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After they’d thoroughly worn in the couch, and one of the kitchen chairs in a particularly creative moment, Theo insisted on a shower at the very least. It wasn’t at all because he wanted the pleasure of applying soap to her body…no, not at all. Though, he did get a little side tracked in the shower, the entire afternoon was just one moment of weakness followed by another, but [i]eventually[/i] they ended up in the bed where he promptly nestled Myla into all the blankets and created a healthy barrier between the two of them, if only to keep himself under control. 

[color=feffb5]"So,"[/color] the smile was practically palpable as he spoke, laying on his side with an arm carefully curled around her waist. One of his fingers was twirling a strand of her hair absentmindedly, eyes shut despite the lack of exhaustion. Theo felt great, actually. Best he’d felt in months, really, but she looked exhausted. [color=feffb5]"Apparently I can have J.A.R.V.I.S. order us food, I was thinking a pizza with awful toppings."[/color] 

[color=962929]"You’re so far away,"[/color] she whispered. Having spent the past couple hours lost in each other’s embrace, even the smallest of spaces between them felt like a mile. Myla shifted the blankets, breaking the small barrier he made to keep them separated. She slid closer until her body pressed against his, her curves conforming to the ridges of his muscles like two puzzle pieces slotting together perfectly. She curled into him, nuzzling her head into the dip between his neck and collarbone. One of her legs slipped between his and she hooked her foot around his calf. She laughed softly into the warmth of his skin. [color=962929]"What’s the catch?"[/color] she asked, voice muffled as she spoke into the curve of his neck. [color=962929]"Gonna drag me to the infirmary?"[/color]

A soft sigh escaped him, and he happily shifted to welcome her embrace, rubbing a hand gently along her side. Memorizing every contour of her body would become a new hobby for him. [color=feffb5]"I thought about it,"[/color] he muttered, glancing down to make sure she wasn’t bleeding still. It had stopped long before they made it back to the apartment, but it still made a ball of anxiety twist in his chest to know that at any moment she could start again. [color=feffb5]"But as long as you aren’t bleeding, and you’re not in too much pain,"[/color] Theo hesitated there, pulling back a little more to get a good look at her face. [color=feffb5]"You’re not, right?"[/color]

Myla adjusted how she was laying slightly, slipping her left hand behind her head to expose the side of her ribs where the cut was. Her right hand gently ran across the rough scabbing and loose strings of the stitches. [color=962929]"No more than I was before."[/color] She slowly let her arm fall back down to her side so the tips of her fingers could lightly run along the edge of his jaw. Her expression shifted to something more serious as her voice became quiet and contemplative. [color=962929]"Why did we wait so long?"[/color] She sighed as her head fell back against the pillow. [color=962929]"We wasted [i]months[/i] and now it feels like I’m on borrowed time."[/color]

[color=feffb5]"I don’t know,"[/color] Theo was careful to keep the tremble from his voice as her words slammed into his chest with all the force of a sledgehammer. It did feel as if they were both on borrowed time now, and there was likely never a future where they’d be as happy and safe as he’d like. There were less heroes everyday, but no shortage of villains. [color=feffb5]"I was scared to lose you,"[/color] he spoke slowly, as if trying to puzzle it all out himself. There was an edge of vulnerability to all of his thoughts, insecurities that he’d repressed for so long that admitting to them now made him feel queasy. [color=feffb5]"I was falling in love with you, bit by bit, a little more everyday. Admitting it to myself was hard enough, but the idea of telling you too…I knew we were both looking for our dad’s and I didn’t want you to feel trapped."[/color] 

Theodore let out a slow breath, tugging her just a little bit closer though it felt impossible. Now that he had her, he’d never let her go. Myla was it for him, there would be no one else. Even if they were on borrowed time, it was time that he planned to spend with her. [color=feffb5]"I don’t think it was a waste, though."[/color] He shifted, so that he could press his lips to hers, feel her warmth for a second and let it steady his heart before he pulled away. [color=feffb5]"It was time with you, that was enough for me."[/color]

[color=962929]"I didn’t make it easy,"[/color] she confessed under her breath while the tip of her thumb slowly ran down the length of his throat. Myla’s brows pulled together, betraying the countless thoughts that twisted in her mind. [color=962929]"I knew, and I said [i]nothing[/i]... I should have said something,"[/color] she whispered before tucking her head beneath his chin. While Theo wasn’t wrong, they spent nearly all of their time together before, but this was different, no secrets, no masks, just each other. Knowing now what it could have been like, she felt guilty for waiting so long. Myla was always able to think of multiple reasons to remain silent and ignored the one reason not to… because she loved him. 

[color=962929]"I never felt trapped,"[/color] she whispered into the small void between them, the warmth of her breath brushing against his neck and along his collarbones. [color=962929]"Just… scared."[/color] Not of him, never of him. Scared of how dark and hopeless the world was growing around them. As more days ticked onward and more heroes vanished the more terrified she became that next it would be her… or him. In Myla’s own fucked up logic she thought if she kept him at an arm’s length, she wouldn’t get attached and would save herself the inevitable pain that waited around the corner. It didn’t work. And now… Even within the safety of his arms, in the tower, surrounded by people far more powerful than either of them, she was more scared than she had ever been before. She didn’t know what she’d do if something happened to him. Throw herself off the balcony she imagined. It wasn’t like she served much of a purpose there without him.

[color=feffb5]"Don’t blame yourself."[/color] His voice was firm, and Theodore abruptly sat up, tugging Myla up with him so he could pull her into his lap properly and look at her face. He needed to see that she understood what he meant, he couldn’t stand the idea of her blaming herself for something like this. [color=feffb5]"I didn’t say anything either. I’m not upset."[/color] One of his hands slid against the side of her neck, cupping beneath her jaw, thumb rubbing gently along her cheek. 

[color=feffb5]"I was scared too,"[/color] he laughed, but there was no humor in it. [color=feffb5]"I’m still scared, if anything happens to you I…I don’t know what I’d do."[/color] Kill himself, probably. He still had his mom to worry about, it felt dramatic and ridiculous, but Theo had meant it when he’d said he’d be lost without her. He pressed their foreheads together, letting his eyes slip shut as he held her. [color=feffb5]"I love you."[/color] He didn’t know what else to say to reassure her, or how to convince her that it was okay now, so he just repeated himself again. 

Myla didn’t fight his hold on her or the way he lifted her up and into his lap. Her eyes closed slowly as his fingers brushed along her skin until he held her face in his hand. She relished in the simple touch and the comfort of feeling his warm, bare skin against hers. There was a moment where she tried grounding herself in his reassurances, but hearing him mirror the same dark thoughts that plagued her mind pulled her out of the fog. Her eyes opened as she turned toward him, concern plain across her face. [color=962929]"Promise me you’ll keep [i]living[/i] if something happens to me."[/color] She reached up and took his face in both of her hands. [color=962929]"[i]Promise me,[/i]"[/color] she repeated, letting the gravity of what she was asking and her desperation wash over him. Myla needed to know, more than anything, that he wouldn’t stupidly follow her into an empty grave.

How could she ask that of him? The idea of continuing to live in a world where Myla didn’t also live…it was unbearable, just thinking about it made Theo feel as if someone had reached into his chest and tugged at his heart. Was this how Juniper had felt when she was attacked? His emotions didn’t feel like his own, how could he ever promise to keep living if something happened to her. [color=feffb5]"Would you?"[/color] He asked instead, because he could promise it, but it would be a lie. 

Theo would keep living, but he wouldn’t be alive. Part of him would die alongside her, if something happened to Myla, if he couldn’t save her, how could he live with himself? There was no way he could survive that, not really. He could lie, but he didn’t want to. The idea of lying to her here and now just made him feel sick. [color=feffb5]"I [i]love[/i] you,"[/color] he stressed the word, wanting her to understand now more than ever what that meant to him, for him. [color=feffb5]"Myla, I can’t even think about losing you. It would be like…like if earth lost the sun, you’re not just my light, you keep me in orbit."[/color] His hands trembled against her, but he held her closer, as if any amount of space between them would unmake him. 

Tears welled in her eyes when she couldn’t bring herself to answer him. Myla turned her face away and let her head fall. There was part of her that hoped Theo wasn’t as fatalistic as she was, that he could find some reason to push on, if not for his mom then to continue saving people like she’d want him to. But his non-answer told her the truth even if he wouldn’t. She wasn’t Stark or June, she didn’t have the money or resources or brain power to think up some fail safe if she died that would keep him from being rash. The only solution was not dying and when she was the weakest person in the tower, who nearly died once already, that felt very unlikely. 

[color=962929]"[i]You’re[/i] the sun,"[/color] she corrected him softly. While Myla believed what he said with every fiber in her being, there was also a weak playfulness to her tone. [color=962929]"I’m like… a grumpy little raincloud."[/color] She held out her hand and wiggled her fingers slightly in a weak attempt to mime a raincloud. Theo was bright, warm, and full of life. She was dark, melancholy, and angry. He was just lucky enough to pull out the last bit of softness that was hidden away in her otherwise cold heart. If he was going to use a metaphor to describe her, he could at least be a [i]little[/i] more accurate… The meaning behind it was still sweet if not also terrifying knowing that his happiness rested solely on her shoulders. 

[color=feffb5]"I love the rain,"[/color] Theo said instantly, leaning forward to pepper kissed across her cheeks, soft and sweet, fingers dancing across her side in the one spot he knew she was ticklish, grinning at her. [color=feffb5]"I have my favorite raincoat. Remember that time I convinced you to dance with me in the rain?"[/color] His lips lingered at the corner of her mouth, and he pulled back just a little, keeping the barest of space between the two of them. 

It wouldn’t do any good now to try and change her mind, or back track and lie. They were too alike in that way, but maybe this was just what love did to a person. It made them reckless, and gave them hope where there ought not to be any. It made him feel warm, and happy in a way that felt foreign. Maybe Theo would live if something happened to her, but it wouldn’t be for very long, and it wouldn’t be anything like how he lived [i]with[/i] her. [color=feffb5]"What was the song? I can’t remember,"[/color] he lied, pressing his lips to hers, trying to draw that happy memory to the forefront of her mind. 

Myla’s smile immediately returned just as big and bright as it had before her dark thoughts clouded her mind. She buried her face against his chest laughing as he tickled her, trying her best not to squirm too much and further upset her half torn stitches. If she didn’t know better she would have thought he did it on purpose because he knew she couldn’t fight back. Her smile changed with his comment, not fading but shifting to something deeper and more nostalgic. How could she have forgotten that night? Her body melted into his embrace, head falling to rest on his shoulder as the cloudy memories played across her mind. It was the first time she had [i]actually[/i] laughed since her dad went missing. It felt ridiculous and stupid, and even with the privacy of a New York rooftop it still somehow ended up in the tabloids the next day, sparking the rumors of a romance between Redback and Hell’s Angel. 

She squinted her eyes, pretending like she didn’t remember the song even though it had made its way onto her playlist that night and hasn’t moved since. Her thumb absentmindedly traced the contours of his muscles. [color=962929]"Dancing Queen, by ABBA,"[/color] Myla finally answered, tilting her head back slightly to face him with a soft smile. 

[color=feffb5]"Ooh-ooh, you can dance, you can jive."[/color] Theo sang, quite badly, but he was laughing as he pressed his lips to hers, grinning through the kiss as one of his fondest memories replayed through his mind. It was one of those moments that makes you [i]feel[/i] alive as readily as feeling your own heartbeat made you feel. He’d loved dancing with her, it had been such a spur of the moment thing, but back then…he was already in love with her. 

It had been three days before her birthday, and now he knew without a doubt that he’d fallen first. The kiss deepened just a little, some of his earlier desperation peaking through, but Theo pulled away before he could let himself go too far. She was all but sitting in his lap, warm skin sliding against his own, and it already took too much self control than he’d ever admit to not fall into arousal once more. [color=feffb5]"Best dance I’ve ever had."[/color] He whispered, lips fluttering against her skin. 

Myla’s smile stretched nearly ear to ear at his off key singing. She was barely able to return the kisses when her lips wouldn’t cooperate enough to stop grinning. But as the silence grew and his kisses became deeper and her body responded whether she was trying to behave or not. She couldn’t fight the small pout that tugged at her bottom lip as he pulled away. Now knowing what it felt like for them to be one, every space and distance between them felt like torture. She was trying to be good, but every praise, memory, and declaration of love stirred within her. She should have let Theo take her to the infirmary or try to get rest, but with every argument all she could focus on was his skin against hers and the closeness of their bodies. 

It was like an addiction. Now that she had indulged, Myla felt insatiable. Her body moved, desire overpowering reason like it already had several times that day. She shifted in his lap until her knees rested against the bed on either side of his thighs. Her hips slowly lowered until she straddled his waist and all of her weight rested in his lap. She slid forward until every space was closed between them. The tip of her nose brushed against his, chests pressed together, and the warmth of their cores so dangerously close it made her heart race. She slid her fingers back through his hair, grabbing gently at the base of his skull and tilting his head back to look up at her even if she couldn’t hold his gaze. [color=962929]"I love you,"[/color] she whispered the words against his lips. That time she said it first, unprompted. Myla felt completely and entirely unworthy of his love but she’d spend the rest of her life trying to deserve it and make Theo feel just as loved and desirable as he made her feel. 

Really, the infirmary wasn’t going anywhere so what was that harm in waiting another hour…or two, when they’d already waited so long to get her stitches looked at. He kissed her again, because her pout was adorable and beautiful and he couldn’t get enough of her, no matter how much he tried. His hands found her hips, and he shifted her easily, body eager to relearn the heat of her own. [color=feffb5]"I love you too, angel."[/color] More than he could put into words, so Theo would settle on showing her.[/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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