40 Vaylin Tirall (2/2)

The cold metal wall no longer bothered her, within thirty minutes her mental constitution began to return. Valad then straddled over her lap and placed both sets of fingers on her forehead, while keeping her thumbs right below her eyes.

Revitalizing energies would be forced into her, yet again something she had never felt before. The energies were coursing through her, what was weak was now fortified. She gripped and ungripped her fingers around the fabric of her pants.

She turned her lips in and out, moistening them softly as if having applied lipstick. She took in a cool breath, ”Wh-why, did you not not put my shirt on?” She hadn't directly conversed with anyone in years. If she had, she usually watched those she had grown attached be ripped apart in front of her.

She felt afraid to speak, afraid of a response, but she still tried to conquer it.

”I wanted to see them for a little bit longer,” Valad responded with a nonchalant tone.

Her eyes wandered over to her arms, then down to her chest and stomach. There wasn't much to look at in her opinion, so what did he mean by that? Looking back up at him as she felt the power to revilization cease, she blinked a few times.

Their lips had been suddenly smashed together. He had stolen her first, just like that. His hands moved down from her forehead and grasped her cheeks.

Her face was turning red, her eyes were confused. She felt like her body was about to overheat and explode. 'What's going on!?' were her only thoughts as her hands slowly reached up and grabbed at collar of his muscle shirt. Nervously trying to nudge him off, he wasn't budging.

”Mmmm...” Vaylin failed to speak against his lips, his hands making it hard to move her jaw. Suddenly she let out a shockwave, which rippled through the air from her body.

Valad was quick, but not quick enough. As soon as he broke the kiss he found himself pinned against the wall adjacent to the one she had been propped up against. Since she had not let go of his shirt, it had literally been torn right off of him, at least the front of his shirt was.

Vaylin was now on all fours, her legs beant beneath her and her hands on the mattress. Her blue eyes were narrowed in on him, her shoulders were rapidly raising and falling with her panting breath. Her face was almost darker than that of a crimson Zeltron.

However just as she went to reach for the shirt, Valad had used his resistance against the force to break her hold and land on his knees in front of her.

”Couldn't resi–” Valad felt a heavy blow from the back of her hand, his neck made a cracking sound as his head twisted to the side. Rolling his jaw slightly, he caressed his cheek and the back of his neck with his hand. ”I deserved that.”

Once he believed they had calmed down, he held out a hand to her to shake. ”My name is Valad, it's nice to finally meet you Vay–” He was cut off as he felt her teeth sink into his palm and the back of his hand. She had taken his index finger's knuckle into her mouth as she hugged the shirt he neglected to put on her to her chest.

”Only one cup of hot chocolate, and you're already hyper.” Valad let out a light sigh, moving his finger to caress her cheek with its tip. Ignoring the pain, he pulled himself and her out of the sleeping compartment and into the ready room of the Scimitar.

”Would you rather me put you back?”

Immediately her brows furrowed and her jaw unlocked from around his hand. She took a few steps away from him and hugged the shirt closer to herself. There was a visible frown on her lips.

”This is extortion,” She muttered as she felt him tug the clothes out from her hold and hold them open for her to put them on.

Valad initially ignored her comment as she put her arms through the sleeves and he fixed up her attire. His hands then rested around her neck, casually. ”You're the one who bit me,” He closed one eye and looked at her.

She felt immediate regret, almost shrank away from her savior, but his hands held her in place.

”Fear, Isolation and Pain are no longer part of your conditioning. You need not fear me. I will never isolate you. I will never directly bring you pain,” Valad said with a compassionate voice of understanding and care.

She found herself lead into the lift and brought to the upper deck of the transport, the doors opened and revealed the cockpit that had several passenger seats. He lead her over to the forward viewport.

What she saw was thousands of people coming together as they had constructed a makeshift home from tents and natural resources. Off in the distance she could see a city standing in the ocean, with the night sky, its lit up lights gave additional stars for them to gaze upon.

Vaylin was smiling as she saw the ocean, the people, feeling freedom and an embrace.

”Training begins in the morning, drink more fluids. We'll be going up to the Freighter.”

Vaylin froze for a moment, her pupils dilated as she thought of being trapped in the compartment alone. He had promised her the lack of isolation, she looked at him with a petrified expression.

She didn't trust him not to touch her, but she trusted him not to go too far. He seemed somewhat honorable, but he definitely wasn't the pinnacle of justice that she had originally been raised to believe in.

Valad smiled at her despite the expression she wore. ”If you wish to share a compartment, I have no qualms.”

She immediately relaxed, as her eyes lowered and fixated on his chest that was pure and without blemishes. She wanted to sleep in his arms like she had done before, but this time not in the sand and not sitting up on her knees. A smile graced her lips as she felt his hands leave her neck and grasp her hand, placing a bottle of water within.

While she wasn't paying attention before, she was pretty sure there was no bottle nearby prior to coming into the cockpit of the vessel.