A Second Chance (Blake/Squad Assignment)

[Bailey Oleander]

She didn't know if she was on dangerous ground or not, but she was already treading it. She nodded silently, remembering that sense of defeat and regret. She couldn't imagine what Blake might have felt on his end.

She coudlnt' stop the tightness in her chest as his confession, though she wondered how much of it was just her.  Probably more than she cared to think about.

"And now?"

[Blake Oleander]

"You want me to kiss you again?"

[Bailey Oleander]

She almost choked at the question, inhaling and slowly letting out the breath.

"I..." The heat returned to her cheeks at her own words, but she pushed past the fumble. She'd all but said in words that she had feelings for him; did he really think she changed her thought on the matter already?

"I just wondered where you stood on it." No point in thinking about it if he wasn't interested, which is about what she expected him to say. She wasn't a warrior, didn't live his way of life.

Why was she even asking this?

[Blake Oleander]

He'd hold his hand out for her to take.

[Bailey Oleander]

'I need to know if this is going to be one of those trashy romances or something.'

Damnit, Loki.

'What? I need to know what to expect!'

Mentally putting the god in teh back of her mind, Bailey's took Blake's hand with her own.

Was it suddenly warmer outside, or just her?

[Blake Oleander]

It probably was! Because he'd pull her up into his battle-scarred arms. Shirtless as with a breeze blowing between the trees to caress them as he brought his lips to hers in a heated and passionate kiss.

[Bailey Oleander]

Her heart caught in her throat as she stumbled, pulled just off balance enough that he caught her as the scraps of her shirt fell from her arm. Very aware of his being shirtless and the soft breeze, Bailey's brain seemed to freeze along with time for a moment as she realized his arms were actually around her. He was actually kissing her.

The sounds of the village no longer existed. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she accepted the kiss with a shyness that quickly melted away, more than happy with his answer when she returned the passion with her own.

[Blake Oleander]

He'd pick her up effortlessly as they kissed, turning to press her into a tree, deepening their embrace before after several long and pleasant moments letting his lips part from hers, and lowering her back to the ground.

Like in most aspects of Blake's life. He preferred to let his actions speak.

[Bailey Oleander]

Her arms tightened around him, a gasp in her throat as he picked her up and the bark bit into her back. It felt like bliss as they kissed, looking up as he set her back down on the ground. She searched his face, not certain what she would find there but certain he could feel her heart hammering in her chest as they held each other.

"I like that answer."

[Blake Oleander]

He nodded, a small tugging at the corner of his lips at her reply. It was good that she was satisfied.

[Bailey Oleander]

The hint of a smile was the most amazing thing she'd seen in days, and not one she'd expected to at all. Her own lips pulled in a light smile of her own. Being pleasantly surprised didn't cover it.

Whatever came in the future, she wanted to be selfish now.

Pulling him down towards him, Bailey would kiss him again.

[Blake Oleander]

Blake would not return the kiss so much as turn it back on her. Pressing her back against the tree as he sought to dominate it like it was a battle. Love and War to his people were not too different. And this was a battle in it's own right, though one that he'd gladly face alone. His hand shifted from her waist to move to the belt that would keep his tunic secure on her as the world faded to black...

[Bailey Oleander]

Bailey's heart skipped as he pushed her back, pulling him closer when she couldn't go further and the world faded to black...

Until the first light of dawn came, waking her. The sounds weren't what she was used to from Cabal. She curled inward more with the realization that there was light in her eyes, squinting a moment until her eyes adjusted to the light, looking around once they did. Being in a different territory seemed unreal, nevermind exactly where she woke up.

Either way was a long way from what she expected.

[Blake Oleander]

Blake was up at this point, finishing getting dressed when Bailey started to stir. His home wasn't glamorous. Little more than a hut. But it was his.

"Morning."

[Bailey Oleander]

No wonder she was disoriented; Bailey was used to staying up all night for days on end, or for going to bed with dawn instead of waking up with it when she had insomnia fits. The movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention as she pulled up the blanket, realizing a moment later that it was Blake and, honestly, enjoying the sight for a moment as her brain fully remembered what happened the day before.

All of it.

"Morning." If she wondered what the kiss meant, who knew what this was. Blake seemed alright, and though she wanted to ask questions, she held off. For now. There would be work to do while she was here, anyway, so she scanned the hut for wherever her clothes wound up to hide some of the awkwardness she felt was only coming from her.