Closed The Journey Begins [S'Essy]

[Markus Andres]

Markus was glad his back was to S'Essy when she called him dear. Or else she would have seen the colour that came into his cheeks. It was lucky that the armour he wore did not allow for details of the pressure of her body go through to his back. Or the cheeks would have gained a little more colour. She asked for what prize he wanted for carrying her. Many things came to mind, but none of them lingered for more than a tick or two. Finally a warm and tired smile crossed his lips as he figured out a good way to test the healer.

"Why don't you surprise me?" He spoke as he felt the pressure of her head against his shoulder. The poor woman was tired, either that or she was enjoying herself lying against him. Like he was carrying a child to bed after a long journey. Markus knew what the inside of the cabin would look like. He had been in hundreds of these during his time as a knight and prior that as a squire. If they had not been vandalized by some shameless punks and marauding bandits then they all were the same on the inside. Simple, but sufficient. Words were spoken into his ear and the woman was not sleeping as he had assumed when her head had rested upon his shoulder.

"I have not..." Markus' voice got a bit distant as the woman reminded him of the idea with the statue that he had had. Perhaps he should get out the journal and the quill and write down his ideas before he forgot about them. Was that not the purpose of the journal? For him to write down what happened and make sure he did not forget the important details. "Though something tells me you will never forget about it." Markus said a little later ended with a short chuckle. "And still! That was the exception to the rule!" He argued a little before he put down the Konti healer and continued to bring in the things.

The animated response to his light-hearted teasing made him laugh a little and when she refused to let him get to work it only helped to widen the smile on his lips. Stubbornness when promised massage. Something he would have to remember. The mischief in him contemplated ways he could use that to his advantage. She managed to bring a spark of fire into the stove and the joy. The jubilation that she felt when that happened widened his eyes in a delightful surprise. Edges of his lips were pulled back and teeth were shown in a wolfy smile as she asked him to remove his armour. Many ideas he wouldn't mind airing.

"I barely notice it, to be honest. I've grown so accustomed to wearing it that it is only if I get armour that doesn't fit me properly that I notice it. But I suppose anyone would notice if they got cold steel gnawing into their flesh for eight bells a day." Markus spoke as the woman lay on a cot. Resting herself. Markus could understand if she were tired. He felt the same weariness creep through his skin. He most of all wanted to just lie down and sleep. But they had to eat. Markus rummaged through the backpack. Looking for the thing he could make soup with. Delicious well tasting soup. Or so he assumed it would be. Good thing his water skin was full. Needed to get that water to boil.

"You still look fit to me. Your body just have to get used to the travelling. You'll find yourself stronger than you ever imagined." Markus said placing one of the traveller's stocks on one of the unused cots. "And you did just spend... what? half a season on a ship? It is limited how much training you can do on board a ship. Especially with a lot of leering men about." Markus spoke as he began to prepare the food. It was as simple as placing the water over the fire, wait for it to boil. Apply the food stuffs. Stir. Wait. Stir. Voila, soup. Markus began removing his armour as he waited for the water to boil. "If you want to, you can get some rest while I prepare the dinner." He spoke as the large breastplate was pulled off and placed against the bed. The chainmail followed and the shirt underneath. He straightened his back and pulled his arms back. Stretching himself. Feeling the aching muscles and joints strain and he let out a soft sigh of relief. He rolled with his shoulders. Ensured that there were no complications. He removed the Peacekeeper from his hip and place it against a cot as well. The smaller dagger remained by his side. He put out a long prolonged exhale. It had been a good first day of travel. Though as he looked over his shoulder. A single glance at his companion, he felt a jab of guilt for the way he had closed down in the river. Thoughts he pushed aside. Focused on stretching himself out properly. Get every kink out of his body. Ensure he was fit for fight as he stretched limbs. Made them limber. What he really needed was a good quarter of a bell of shadow fighting. Get his limbs warm and expend some pent up energy.

[S'Essy]

Suprise, suprise. And what suprise was she supposed to think of? It was hard but nevertheless she owed one where she chose. Had it been years before she would had easier choices. For obvious reason, this time it was much harder, she didn't know what made him uncomfortable. Why did it have to be that uncomfortable and awkward? She sighed and was still thinking about the options.

Knights, get used to wear these crazy, heavy armors. Though they had to if they would have to wear it for all day. And she had to admit, it saved them from unwanted troubles. Still just by looking at it made her comfortable. "Or you just have to hide your body because of the Lustful Konti problem in the forest." The memory just came back to her mind, which made her grin. Called herself a Lustful Konti, maybe she was right. "But if you say so, just make sure you don't forget to take it off before sleep...Please! At least promise me that!"

She was rolling on the cot for a few ticks, when she finally was just lying on her back and was staring at the ceiling. For some reason it became really really interesting. Not that she was bored but because she was tired. She just chuckled when he called her fit.. Her being fit now? If she looked fit now, how will she look later? She just wished for that time to happen, to feel stronger than she ever imagined. Her head turned to him when he mentioned men leering around the ship. A half smile was on her face. "Cmon Ser, why do you think about men leering all the time? What if I leer at men all the time? But... yeah I was disappointed by what I have seen. Oh well, they were really kind and friendly at least." She said like she was really staring at them. But she was kidding of course, on the ship she was worrying about something else.

She was staring at Markus as he was making the soup. Finally he took off the armor. Incredible how much he could endure. "Or... you can give me that massage? Or after dinner?" She wanted it, and she wouldn't stop till she get it.

[Markus Andres]

The knight found it a little frustrating that he was unable to find the time to get a little training done. S'Essy seemed much too tired to handle the food while he stood in the cooler evening air and wasted some energy. Though he could get up early and use the morning air to waste some energy. Worst part, he realized, was he could not get out and do some morning jogging. Much too dangerous for him to run about in the forests this far from Syliras and it would only get worse day for day. Without warning Markus dropped to the floor and rested upon the toes of his feet and palms of his hand. There was not much room in the cabin for a giant like him. But it was sufficient as he lowered himself. Nose and chest almost touched the ground before he seemingly effortlessly pushed himself back up again. Push ups. Simple. Not terribly effective at getting all the muscles. But beggars couldn't be choosers. And if he had brought training equipment through the wilderness, S'Essy would not have let him hear the end of it. Arms bulged under the strain as he kept the training quick. He needed to expend energy. Markus paused with his arms stretched out and took a deep breath.

"Must be my Zeltivan heritage. Those sailors always seemed like they would pounce at the first woman they saw. Cat-calling. Whistling." He started doing the push ups again. Faster. Tighter. "Dissapointed? None of them could live up to the magnificence that was Markus?" He teased in a light hearted tone as he did the last push up for now. For he could hear boiling water. It was time to get back to work. Dinner first. Then playtime. He rose slowly and looked into the water. It was indeed boiling. Bubbles emerged from the depths and Markus stared for a couple of seconds. Markus had no idea what he was doing in regards to the soup. He was no master chef. In fact, he was probably the opposite. Knights would most likely stumble across the cabin in a day or two and find them both dead from eating his soup. Markus grabbed his dagger and cut open the paste from the travellers stock. Grabbed it and added the thick paste from the stock and started stirring. The clear water immediately got murky as the two ingredients mixed together.

"After dinner would be best. I am afraid if I look away for a second I will have created something toxic." He stirred some more with the dagger. Did have excellent reach. Was made of cold iron so it didn't heat up too quickly. Although he could feel the heat from the water. technically it is soup by now, right? I haven't got a clue. He stirred it a little more and then placed the dagger on a cot while staring himself blind at the murky water that was supposed to become a soup at any moment. Just let it boil I suppose? Add more paste? More water? Poke my finge- no, silly thought. Markus stared at the water.

"If you can wait that long for my magical touch." Markus said as he threw a glance at the Konti on her cot.

[S'Essy]

She was surprised when suddenly Markus dropped himself. S'Essy sat up quickly... She thought he had a problem. But she sighed in relief when she saw that the knight was just doing push-ups. Trying to stay fit. And he called her fit, what a lie. Or was he just trying to impress her? Doubt it, but was a funny thought. She was just smiling as he was effortlessly doing them. Not something she was capable of doing.. maybe she should try it too, but she was only good at swimming.

She just chuckled at his comments. "Or maybe all the women pounce on them? I don't know..." She said, turning the table. "And no, I have to admit none was pretty enough for me unlike you, Ser!" She answered. When he finally stopped the push ups, he went back to continue cooking and he seemed pretty unsure about what to do. She didn't blame him, she wasn't a chef herself. But she trusted in his insticts.

The Konti laughed at Markus's little joke. "Well let's hope not because I will try to come up with a surprise for you, unless you poison me." She still didn't know what... or even if she had an idea she wasn't sure if she should done it. She stood up and went to the meal that was boiling. It seemed he had some idea what to do. "Hey look!" Said suddenly, as she stepped away, dropped herself on the floor as well and try to do push ups... It was hard for her, really hard. She hardly did two. Trying to do as he did, let her body down till her chest reaches the ground then back up. After the second she stopped. " "I just stay with swimming... I can at least beat you at swimming."

[Markus Andres]

More colour crept into his cheeks when she responded to his light teasing with what his ego told him was honesty. That she had not found anyone out there capable of replacing him. He chuckled in response. None were pretty enough for her. Made his ego soar and a pair of emerald orbs focused on the pale haired woman as she rose to join him by the supposed soup. The fact that she only picked up on his joke and didn't make a yuck face when she saw the liquid in the pot. Markus threw in another piece of wood to fuel the flames.

"Well... Not to worry you. But you should keep your gnosis ready... Just in case." He shifted his weight away from the Konti. Realizing his upper body was bare and he could feel the heat of her against his right arm. He picked up the dagger and swished through a part of the paste that seemed reluctant to break apart and become a part of the rest of the meal. Add more flavour. The Konti woman suddenly told him to look and he turned his face in her direction. Seeing her drop to the ground and start doing push ups. Markus could immediately see that she was struggling with even the first push up. He contemplated withdrawing his earlier comment about her being fit.

She is built for swimming. Not strength. Perhaps I should be a little nicer to her.

Those thoughts were accompanied by a simple mischievious grin that crossed his lips as he stepped closer. The dagger was quickly sheathed and tossed on the cot again. As she lay there on the ground his massive right foot raised from the very same floorboards. Hovered over the healer and was placed squarely on her back and pushed her down gently against the floorboards.

"I caught a fish! Maybe it can help spice up the dinner a little." He was being careful not to apply too much pressure to the poor woman. As she would undoubtedly not enjoy him being this playfully cruel to her. "So, was this my surprise?" He asked gently. "And if you can barely do two push ups, you will have a hard time doing a hand stand... I am so looking forward to seeing you topple over." Markus let a hand rub at his cheek as he looked down at the slender Konti woman as an idea came to him. "But alright, I will be kind. If you fail at doing the handstand on land, you will get the opportunity to do it in the water. Should be easier." Markus shrugged. Still not letting the Konti under him go. He could feel her spine and muscles under his foot. The way they moved under the weight of his foot.

"Oh shyke." Markus moved away from the Konti lady and picked up the dagger on the way and began to frantically stir the soup. It was boiling a lot. Almost over the edge as Markus worked on ways to move the pot away from the heat without at the same time inflicting horrible burn wounds on himself. Two quick steps and he had his shield in hand and pushed aside the pot. Somewhere less hot. "Could you open a window or the door..." Markus said as he stirred the soup some more. Trying to keep it under control.

[S'Essy]

She was about to sit up or stand up from the floor. She turned her gaze at Markus curious what he thought. Immediately she noticed his mischievious grin, and before she could react or say anything, she felt his foot on her back which was gently pushing her down. She was trying to pushing it back but.. he definitely was stronger. She was on the floor while the Sergeant Knight's foot was on her. Everygirl's dream.

She just grinned back at him, enjoying himself. "I'm not spicing up your night enough Ser?" She winked and still tried to stand up. Waste of her energy, she was tired. She just accepted that she will lie on the floor which strangely enough was comfortable for her... she was that tired. "Ser, I'm not giving such lame surprise... And don't worry about my handstand." She was given an option to do it in the water. Which could be a relief, but she shook her head. "No! I said I give you that prize and I will! Even if I arrive with broken bones to Zeltiva."

Then at his swearing she glanced to the soup he was doing. She didn't feel the pressure of his foot. She stood up and opened the windows for them. And gave a big sigh. "Do you need help? I mean medical assistance." She went closer to him again and to the pot. Everything seemed alright. She felt really tired. She was looking at Markus as he was focusing and making sure everything went well."I lie back a bit." She got the courage and placed a kiss on his cheek. "And surprise!" With that she turned around and lied back to her cot.

[Markus Andres]

Markus looked at the submissive Konti woman. Didn't even struggle as much as he had expected. The woman did struggle with her words. Taunting him a little and he grinned in response and nodded at her promise the surprise wasn't going to be the push ups. Although it had been entertaining to watch, he was pleased about that little fact. She showed her spirit. The indomitable spirit she always possessed and Markus nodded carefully in response as she firmly rejected his gracious offer for an easier way of doing the handstand. He was impressed. He had all but forgotten the way she could be in that regard. Though he hoped it didn't come to broken bones. Then he would have to carry her... More than usual. Markus leapt from her and stirred in the pot like he was possessed. Still bubbling and boiling more than he'd like it to. The dagger went through the soup. Broad side sending waves around and burst the bubbles as they emerged from the depths. It was getting thicker as steam rose from the pot. There was more than enough for the both of them but he was quite unsure it was ready.

He sent a glance in the direction of the Konti when she emerged beside him. Had used his distraction to get herself up from the ground. A shame, he would have enjoyed playing around with her a little more. But their dinner came before playing around. But the water looked less murky and more like a full strong colour and the odour had changed as well. Smelled more like food... or a deceptive poison. Either case, he had a healer at the ready should he get a nasty infection.

"No. Not right now." He said a little short as he worked upon the soup. It seemed to be calming down a little. Not as many bubbles emerged and he could keep it from boiling over. "But thank you for the offer." Another spin in the soup and he was satisfied. "The sou-" Lips pressed against his cheek. Familiar lips. Intoxicating. He almost dropped the dagger into the soup. Wide eyed he looked at S'Essy when she moved away from him and crawled back in her cot. Several long moments passed before he realized the dagger had been submerged in the soup and the heat transferred up the core and he felt the warmth of the pommel against his skin. He shook his head and pulled the dagger out of the soup.

She left once. She can do so again... if Rak'keli demands so... She's to Rak'keli like you are to the knights. Not in control of her own fate. Markus looked away. In to the soup. The soup still spun in circles a reflection of his own mind as he thought of S'Essy. "I think the soup might be ready..." He said as he pulled the dagger out and sucked some of the soup up. It was strong but tasted good enough. After dinner. Think of it after dinner. Enjoy the present.

"Come get some hearty soup." He exclaimed genuinely happy about both being kissed and that he had, somehow, managed to make a tasty soup.

[S'Essy]

She lied down to the cot again, not because she was tired. She could have waited for the dinner but after what she has done, she had to cool down. Why was it still that hard? It had to be him, she felt the satisfying by her Call, which didn't push her. She was sure now, she couldn't be wrong again... But by her mistake, she just made this hard. "Idiot." She said in Kontinese, silently. She heard that the dinner was ready. She couldn't even look at him. "Just a tick please." She said and tried to get herself together. She felt her face was warm.

It wasn't a tick, but a chime. She stood up and went to the table where dinner was ready. He sounded happy, which was a good sign. She was also smiling which was a bit awkward but she was just eating. The soup was strong.. really storng, but tasty. "I have to be honest, I expected it to be worse after that incident. But the so-called Fish finds it good!" She was trying to not think about it. And was just eating. And something came to mind. "Say.. for what we visit your family? "

She was eating while she was wondering she actually knew not much about his family. She knew that he was from Zeltiva. Heard that accent sometimes. It would be interesting to see the city and see his family. Wondering what his parents were like and his siblings. Markus haven't met with his cousin or mother. Or did he? He was in Mura afterall, though there was no chance that they had met or even if they did, they didn't know about it. Another funny thought.

She leaned against the chair when she felt full. She patted her stomach. "A happy Fish is a good Fish! Thank you!" She also remembered that she said she would do shielding but in this current state it was impossible. "I won't do Shielding now. I can't focus, so I would just waste my energy if I try." And she needed to keep some of her energy. She placed her hand on her mouth as she was yawning. No she won't sleep yet. She couldn't.

A grin was on her face. She stood up from the table, went to Markus. With her index finger, gently poking his forehead. Not like he did have a healing gnosis there. "So dear! The best part of the day comes!" She was waiting for it for bells... Maybe a bit too much. She was truly the Lustful Konti. She got off her dress and lied down on her cot, waiting for Markus to get ready himself.

[Markus Andres]

Markus didn't respond verbally. Only gave a nod when his former lover told him she needed a tick. Though he was confused about the word she spoke before. Must have been Konti or her accent totally threw him off whatever she said. He shrugged in response to that word. Something she wanted to tell herself, though it didn't sound like a pleasant word. More like she was chastising herself for something she had done. Was it his reaction. Or rather. Complete and utter lack of reaction to her kiss. She had told him, jokingly he had assumed, that there had been none other than him in all the time they had been apart. Markus' thoughts swirled again. Markus poured himself some soup and started eating. Tried to delay the need for a decision as long as possible. If only combat. In combat he always knew what to do. The 'right' action forward to destabilising his opponent. In love he was much less certain.

He swallowed a mouthful of soup and the taste drew his mind away from the problem briefly. To the stomach that he had managed to ignore and the rumbling that reached him as it reawakened. Soon the woman joined him, closer to a chime than a tick, but he did not mention it, only looked for signs. Outward signs that something bothered her. He had known her a long time ago. Known her well enough to recognize some of her more hidden signs of her emotions. He smirked when her usual good mood came to her and she complimented the food.

"The Kelwyns must have blessed us, for I considered it a lost cause a while ago."

He poured some water to rinse his mouth of the taste and prepare himself for another mouthful of surprisingly good soup. When she asked the purpose of their journey. A matter he had entirely forgotten to mention? Markus lowered the utensil and looked at S'Essy as he face hardened a little.

"I received a letter in the beginning of the season. My father died in the winter. I figured it was high time I return and pay my respect." Markus said softly. "Might have been an asshole... But he was still my father. He did provide me a home and was the reason I became a knight. Made me who I am today." He paused as he stirred in the soup avoided her gaze. "Even though it was through his lack of care that the knights got me." Markus fed himself a little more soup as he thought back. He had never really known his father. The man had been absent for much of his life. Either working or silently eating at the dinner table. Markus never wanted to become like him. Greedy. Narrowminded. Devoid of humour. Hard. Easy to anger. Full of wrath. Markus' grip on the utensil tightened a little. He hated revisiting bad memories. Terrible times. But it was high time he faced those nightmares. Learned to deal with them and not merely shut them out. He needed to see his family. Try to reconcile.

"It was my brother who sent the letter. Well, my 'brother', I have several brothers. And sisters. A big family you see. Six brothers and four sisters was the final tally. But I have no clue what happened to them all. Most probably became merchants of some sort. Continued in thei- ahem- our father's footsteps. Anyways, my oldest brother, William sent me a letter and from what I could read, we might actually get along. It would be good to know what happened to my family. What happened after I was sent to Syliras. So... To visit my fathers grave and reunite with my family. They love the sea, most of 'em anyhow, so you can probably talk to them all night about that."

Markus finished the bowl and poured himself another portion. He smiled to the happy 'fish'. It was good that he had managed to create a dinner worthy of the fish. Somehow she managed to heighten his luck when he cooked for her. And it could only improve his mood when she told him that she would not experiment with her shielding magic upon him. That was a relief. It was good to shift the subject from Zeltiva. He had so few fond memories from the city and he still firmly believed the city ought to be put knight jurisdiction. Would only improve the city and their chances of growth. With all their trade, they could spread the Syliran ideals far and wide. Provide wares and great ideals. Instead of greed. Markus finished the second portion and poured himself the remaining soup. S'Essy had already claimed, indirectly, that she were full. The pat on her stomach. Though Markus' eyes had lingered a little over her stomach for a couple of ticks. She rose and Markus felt his heart skip a beat. It was time. Time for him to prove to her that he was a horrible masseuse. She undressed. Entirely. Markus looked at her for several long ticks as the rest of the soup was promptly left in the bowl.

It could wait.

Eyes lingered on her curves. He had seen them that morning, but that seemed like a lifetime ago. A different era. Markus rose and walked over to her. Stood for a brief moment by the side of the cot. He knelt down and pulled the cot a little away from the wall. Give him space on either side of the cot.

"And you wonder why men would leer." He said with a soft smirk as his right hand trailed down her spine. Feeling every bump. The heat from off her body. His hand lingered as his gaze turned to her buttocks. There was a reddish hue. But for an inexperienced rider, that was to be expected. His hands touched her shoulders. They felt hard. Tense. He dug his thumb into the muscles. Tried to ease them up. Stroke away the hardness. Loosen up the muscles. Part of him knew her butt was probably very sore after the ride, but he felt it was too aggressive to immediately work on her butt. After chimes of working on her shoulders. Working to loosen them up. He let a hand slide through her hair. Long magnificent hair. Let the other hand stroke the spots with scales on her back. Only to slide down her side and gently tease with barely a touch. Tickle with the faint touch of his fingers close to her sides. The knight knew not what he was doing. Everything was done on instincts. From the sounds she made. The subtle changes in her body. The sighs and moans. Markus was certainly enjoying it as the bulge in his pants proved. But he tried to keep that part hidden in case she threw a glance in his direction. He wasn't entirely sure why, she had seen and felt it often enough that it ought not matter. He realized that folly and instead got a little more aggressive. She had given enough signs. It was only his own indecision that kept him away. Always at bay. Unsure to continue. Thinking of the concequences.

To Hai with that. Enjoy the present. Thirty days of this tension will only drive us both crazy.

He swung his right leg over her back with practised ease and she would feel part of his weight against her thighs and buttocks. Hands brushed up her body. Rubbed against the delicate skin of the healer. Felt the ripple as the skin returned to their original position. As muscles reset itself. It was beautiful. His hands gripped her arms and gently lifted them over her head. Exposed her sides to him. Markus took a deep breath and hoped he had read the signs correctly. As he slid both hands up her sides. Brushing gently until he reached the edge of her chest. Paused briefly. Admiring her body. Hands slid down the side and brushed against the side of her breasts. Markus leant forward.

"Miss my touch?" He whispered softly in her ear as he caressed her gently. He lowered himself a little and there was a press of those lips against her back. The familiar taste of an old lover.

[S'Essy]

Kelwyn? Was he a god? She never heard of such name before. "Who are Kelwyn?" Came the question as she was eating the soup. She was thinking how many gods and goddesses she didn't know of.

Her smile wasn't that bright when he told the reason for their visit. A letter from last season that his father has passed away. "Oh I'm.. sorry to hear that." His next words though, firstly shocked her then made her yell out. "Markus!" Though she didn't continue as he was keep talking and explained his respect for his father. He might not have been the best but saying like this way and like now that he was an asshole. It was a bit too much even if it's true. Although she had to admit, this man wasn't a role model as a father. She closer her eyes... no judging.

Her eyes widened when she heard how many siblings he had. 10 Siblings?! She was an only child or it seemed she was. She didn't know much about her father's business, maybe she had a brother or sister somewhere. But 10... it seemed crazy. "For the love of Laviku and Avalis. You are from a wealthy family?" She couldn't imagine how did he manage to raise them all. As Markus was speaking, maybe he wasn't raising them, it seemed the knights taught the sergeant knight more than his father did. A bit of smile returned to her face with a gentle chuckle about his last comment. "So you say I won't be bored? Glad to hear it, but I don't think I can speak about my Father's waters all night."

She understood why Markus didn't really mention them much before or why didn't she see them. All merchants in Zeltiva and he didn't seem to respect his father that much, the knights were his family. Explains why was he so dedicated to them. It should be an interesting visit for both of them. Which reminded her own family, her mother. She hadn't seen her ever since she left Mura. Wonder if she was alright, she hoped so. And once again left her cousin behind, she already missed her greatly.
They finished eating and S'Essy was already ready. Waiting for only Markus. She turned her head towards him as he knelt down to her. "And you wonder why I would leer." Answered back.

She felt as his fingers were running through her back. Giving her a little shiver already. His delicate touch, just like old times. The Ser started with her shoulders. Pressing hard with his thumbs to ease the nerves and her muscles. She felt relaxed... and more. He wasn't the best, she had to admit, but it felt good, maybe because it was him. His touch always relaxed her. Though not the best, after working on her shoulders, they weren't steady anymore. His hands were moving down on her back. She let out a soft moan or two. "You are not the best... but I just can't complain, Ser!" How she missed this, more like him.

Though he was going on and her heart was just beating faster. She felt the pressure of his weight on her. He was sitting on her thighs. His hand delicately moving on her body. It seemed he was enjoying himself as well. Then he leant forward, feeling him close to her. A familiar whisper in her ear. Missed it? What a question. "How insolent." She answered. Then her body shivered again, his lips touching her skin. Her breath was steady this time. Her heart was about to jump out from her chest.

She had to make sure.. she trusted in him. Did he think the same way as she did? She turned on her back facing with Sergeant Knight. Staring at him for a several ticks, when she grabbed his shoulders and with that help, she sat up, leaning close to him. Those emerald eyes didn't change. Her right hand was messing with his dark blonde hair. Then her arms went around him, pulling herself to him in an embrace. Finally there was no armor on him. Hugging him as tight as she could. "You know me well... You know I don't want to be the girl who you had fun with once or twice. And I know you are not that type of guy." She started. Nervously but she was keep going. "Can you forgive me that mistake? My inability to realize I shouldn't have left? Markus Andres... can we start it over again? Even if from the beginning?"