He took her hand, climbing up. *** He took her hand. Eventually they returned to the plane. *** She pulled away after a moment, her thumb brushing his jaw. "I wish I could kiss you.. How long does it take for symptoms to show?"
She laid back on the pillows, reaching for him. * * * "What exactly are we looking for here?" * * * "I don't know. I've never seen it happen before," he said quietly. * * * Ellis had fallen into a light sleep at the table.
He wrapped his arms around her. *** "I thought you would know, since you're the inventor." *** She frowned. "Okay.." *** Blaise squinted. "Ellis?"
She turned on her side, her right hipbone resting against his left and her chin resting on his shoulder. Her left arm draped over his stomach, cupping his right side gently. *** “I told you. I’ve lost everything.” *** “I don’t think you’re infected, Rory.” *** He didn’t reply, dozing lightly.
He reached over and brushed her hair back smoothly. "You're cute." *** "Find something that looks cool, then." *** She looked at him hopefully. "You don't?" *** She pursed her lips, setting a sandwich on top of his head.
She looked up at him curiously, a frown on her lips. “I don’t like that.” *** “Like what?” *** “Nope.” *** He remained asleep, not moving.
He pulled his hand away, frowning slightly. "When I call you cute?" *** "I dunno. Plane stuff?" *** She went to wash the scratches, looking thoughtful. "How do you figure?" *** She sighed. "Well, I'm going to go see that traveller."
She nodded, giving him a soft smile, sliding up closer to him, resting her head on the curve of his neck. "I'm not cute. I'm just in love with you." * * * She paused and that look of excitement returned to her eyes. "That's true. Plane stuff. Let's hurry." * * * "I just don't," he said tiredly, lying against the pillows. "I think it would look different." * * * He looked up, the sandwich sliding off his head. "You are?"
He smiled slightly. "Right. I love you too." *** He grinned, shaking his head slightly. *** She finished cleaning it and joined him, going to his side. "I could believe that.." She paused before smiling slightly. "I'm sorry for taking years off of your life." *** She laughed. "Yeah."
She planted soft kisses on his neck, her fingers curling in his shirt. “Hey, Di?” *** She eyed him suspiciously. “What?” *** He looked over at her, his mouth curving down in a frown. “Is that a threat?” *** “Can I come with?”
He looked down at her. "Yeah?" *** "Nothing," he told her. "I just really like you." *** She tilted her head. "It was a joke." *** She nodded. "Sure, except you dropped a sandwich."
She looked up at him before glancing at the sky. “Do you believe in anything? Faith-wise.” *** She flushed, glowering at him playfully. “How dare you?” *** “I know,” he confided sleepily. “I was also trying to be funny.” *** “You stacked it on my head.”
He looked up, frowning slightly. "Mm.. No, not really. Do you?" *** "How dare I? It's obviously your fault." *** She grinned, resting her head on his shoulder, one leg slipping over his. "Oh. My bad." *** "You dropped it."
She considered this. “I did, a long time ago,” she said with a frown. “Of course, the faith we were taught was that we would never be forgiven in the eyes of God, so we didn’t try to kill ourselves in fear of eternal damnation.” *** “What did I do?” *** He kissed the top of her head gently. “It’s okay. I’ll forgive you.” *** “You put it on my head, which is not where a sandwich should go.”
He pursed his lips. "..Oh." *** "You're you!" *** "Good," she said. "You should sleep." *** "Its where that one went."
She shrugged slowly. “I don’t really know what I believe now.” *** “I... yes, I am.” *** “No, I really shouldn’t.” *** “That’s not right.”
He nodded slowly. "Fair enough." *** "I like that." *** "How come?" she asked. "You seem tired." *** She shrugged slightly.
She rested her head against the curve of his neck. "I want to know everything about you." * * * "You like that I... exist?" * * * "I can't sleep." * * * "I'll clean it up. Are you ready to go?"
He smiled slightly. "There's not much to know.." *** "Yep." *** She was watching him thoughtfully. "Why not?" *** "It's okay, I got it. Yeah I'm ready."
"Try me," she replied, looking up at him. * * * "Hm. I like that you exist too." * * * "I worry too much." * * * He stood up, offering his hand to her.
