-The Flight-

[solofheaven]

Aaron stared wide eyed at her for several moments. The news was shocking to say the least. He had worried as much. The symptoms were there but her toke her at her word and hoped it was indeed just an illness. The thought terrified him. He was scared for her. In this world there were no guerentees. A pregnant wife was a slow moving target, and there were no doctors to facilitate an easy birth. Tears welled up in his eyes and he just hugged her. "Thats great baby!" He exclaimed. He meant it. It was good news. They were together, and they were happy, and they had a family.

In the back of his mind however he cursed himself for not being more careful, for doing this to her. For making things all the more hard for her. He had to step things up. He had to find a steady supply of food and water, of shelter. He had to provide for her. He was also deeply afraid the baby was infected. He was such a fool. They made love shortly after his own bite. What happens if the baby is still born? What happens if she dies during birth? He held his bride to be tight and nestled his lips into her neck. "It will be alright baby." He told her and buried his face in her ebon locks.

Jayce was on watch, but the chore was quickly losing its interest. No one was out there. The day was turning to night, and all the doors and windows were locked and secure. Ash found a room to sleep in, nathan was still out back, dozing off as it was, and the lovers were in their room. The veteran Marshal chose to take a breath for a second or three and take a rest. It was much needed.

He slumped into the couch and ran his hands over his face. His thoughts turned to Sam, as they often did when he had a moment to think. She was a stunner, the kind of girl that didn't really give him the time of day in school, let alone the real world. He grinned as he thought back to the other times they had a moment to themselves. He knew there was a mutual attraction, but he could never seem to just -act- to take what he wanted and regret nothing. He was a gentlemen, he wanted to make absolutly sure that she wanted the same thing. It wasn't that he wanted a playmate, for sex, to use or be used by anyone. He wanted her for her. For her upbeat smile and attitude, for her mind, for her hopes and dreams. He wanted everything, he wondered what it was that wanted.

When he finally looked up he found Sam standing there. His lips parted and he toke a smooth cool intake of air. He was stunned, he blushed, and his eyes wondered cooly up and down her body. He fantasized about her more and more, her body close to his, her lips parted for his own, her body and words begging him to be closer. Here she was, as gorgeous as ever. Her long legs reaching up to her curvy waist, smooth athletic abs, curving waist reaching up to her feminine assets, her big green eyes batting in his direction. Her full kissable lips with the usual breathtaking smile. He stood there for a moment and just breathed a single word. "Wow."

[Desperanza]

Azaria smiled, but slowly. This didn't really seem like something cut out for the two of them by any means or measure. It seemed like something that could easily have wedged between them and she sighed vaguely at the fact that it would lose her those heated nights that she had grown to look forward to. She closed her eyes slowly for just a moment and let his words sink in on her now but something didn't quite feel right. She couldn't quite decipher whether it was her own worries creeping back in or the fact that she was edging out something off of him that told her that he wasn't entirely thrilled about this but she didn't want to start a worry over something that might not even be there so she nodded slowly to him and offered a faint smile, simply hoping to herself that he was right, that things would be all right and beyond that that he could actually be happy about this. All she could think about was the fact that he didn't want this. He already had a son, and they were getting married, so she did have a right to consider a family with him, but she was scared. She folded her hands into her lap and kept her emotions in check for now as she looked up to meet his gaze with a faint smile for a moment instead, "It will be all right, I know." she muttered softly to him now before she fell silent once more.

Sam folded her hands, and unfolded them. She folded her arms over herself and let them loose again. This almost seemed awkward now, perhaps for her. How long had it been since she had afforded the time of day to gaze into a mirror and actually do something for herself? To make herself feel more attractive then a set of hiking boots and a gun in this world. She sighed softly and let her fingers graze the wall as she walked before she paused in the doorway. A sheepish smile caught her lips as she caught his gaze over her and she shifted a bit where she stood thoughtfully. How simple it would be if all she had to do each day was to get up and pull on a uniform like an officer did and she gave an amused smile at the thought and let her gaze wander across Jayce's strong shoulders, his dark features a moment before she suddenly caught her breath and felt the heat climbing into her cheeks.

She seemed to find all in one moment that she felt a little silly, would he think she was trying to hard? This typical dating thing seemed to be out the window these days really, and she recognized that fact. She stepped forward, edging the room as she straightened something up now and again, her hands reaching out to steady a small vase or straighten a table slightly but her cleaning spree had left her with little to distract her with by now and she simply paused a moment when he finally spoke. But he wasn't criticizing her, or laughing for that matter and she was even a little shocked but then, it all felt more natural and she smiled.

She eased forward across the room and sank down slowly to perch on the arm of the couch lightly. She lifted a leg and crossed it over the other before smoothing her palms against her thighs with a soft sigh, "Is it too much?" she asked thoughtfully as she glanced over herself briefly and flicked her brunette hair over her shoulder before she came to look down at him again but she could feel that stir within herself, that longing that came now with each look at him and it seemed as if her body warmed quickly to the thought of what teased her to the possibility of the two of them together. She held his gaze a moment, before breaking it fearing he might be able to read her thoughts. She laughed softly at herself and twirled a strand of hair around the tip of her finger before she shook her head a bit, "It's quite a night, hmm?" she asked thoughtfully as she looked back to him again for a moment thoughtfully.

[solofheaven]

Jayce tried not to stare -too- long. He tried to keep his mind from the gutter and his hands off. He smiled politely and sat abit closer to the end of couch she was at. He peered up at her with dark brown eyes and smiled warmly into her vision. His eyes wondered down her body and back up before he stood up and walked close to her. He muscled body came close and she could almost feel his warmth. He wore a plain white cotton Tee and blue jeans. He stood close and toke her hand delicatly in his. He looked into her eyes and he whispered.

"You look stunning Sam." He says as his rough hand lightly holds hers. He didn't pull or tug or lead her anywhere. He just wanted to hold her hand. Feel that closeness with another human being. He looked into her eyes and his heart beats steadily as he smiles warmly. "I fear I am under dressed." He says trying to pull his heart out of his throat. Trying to establish a little smooth conversation. "Come with me...I want to show you something." He tells her as his hand holds her own and he leads her to the back of the house. He opens the back door and leads her out into the back yard.

The house they stayed at for the night stood on a good acre of land. The entire house was surrounded by a tall brick wall covered in vines. The owners were long gone and the lawn was abit wild. A stone path way lead to a sort of wooden Gazebo. The wood was plain but sturdy, he lead her up the steps and onto the platform. It had rained briefly while they were inside. The wood was slightly damp, as were the foleage around them. Flowers did indeed grow and thrive. There were many colors, even in the soft fading light of the sunset. It was a pleasent scent that mingled in the cool damp wind. The smell of timber and flowers. Cool to the skin and the senses. The center of the rather large gazebo was cut out to fit a pond in the center. The top of the gazebo above the pond was cut out to allow light and water to fall into it. There were no fish, just a few panes of what appeared to be glass or mirror at the bottom, reflecting light up and into the rest of the Gazebo's roof. The rim of the Gazebo was decorated with more then a few hanging windchimes. Most were homemade, they too seemed to be made from color glass. The light fractiled into it all and made a beautiful scene. A little perfection hidden in the wild yard and by the tall stone walls around the home.

Jayce lead Sam up and to the edge of the pond. He smiled as he looked in and then looked up to her. He let her hand go and he cooly walked around the wooden walk way of the gazebo. His hand reached out and brushed the hanging glass shards of the windchimes. His eyes would turn from them to Sam half way through his walk. He walked all the way around and found his way back to her. He leaned against the wooden railing. His back to the beam and he grinned. "Breath taking isn't it?"

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Aaron had his worries, but he never voiced them. He buried them deep then came up to her on the bed. He wraped his arms around her in an reasuring embrace. He held her close and smiled at her. "I am happy love. It will be alright. Thank you for this amazing gift." He whispered to her and they laid together. He had her in his arms and he didn't let her go.

His mind wondered to how he was going to get her a new home. He didn't say anything else, he just held her. He fought to keep the positivity in his actions and face. He wanted to make her happy, to privide and protect her. He was going to fight all the harder toget her everything they needed for the long winter and their child.

[Desperanza]

Sam sighed softly, letting her eyes drift closed for a brief moment as she stepped out into the cooler night air for a brief moment and the shorter skirt brushed against her legs. She shivered softly, but just for a brief moment. It was beginning to remind her of way back when, when she used to dress like this. When things were simple and teenagers fell in love and failed high school. She smiled at the thought and looked after Jayce for a brief moment before she followed closely. She stepped slowly into the gazebo and blinked a bit for a moment.

The drift of the water cast a glint of light this way and that, multiple shapes that danced along the edges of the gazebo as the light caught each shard of glass from the wind chimes and she held her breath for a moment without realizing it. Her features softened as her green eyes grew slightly darker and more thoughtful. She brushed the tips of her fingers along her upper arms for a moment before she turned her head to look back at him a moment with a slight smile, "It is beautiful." she murmured honestly now as she looked across at him before she turned slowly, facing him now as she stepped forward and made her way towards him once more. She paused and reached out, her hands drifting close to his own as a soft breeze wrapped about the chimes again and the quiet air lit with soft tingles and singing chimes once more as she turned and danced off slowly around the edge of the pool.

She let her body twist and turn, moving with the sounds of the chimes for a few moments before she finally came to kneel slowly at the edge of the pool and she stared down into the swirling water below. She reached out slowly, letting her fingers graze the crisp surface for a few moments before she smiled slightly and lifted her head once more. She tilted her head back a moment to let her brunette hair be carried with the wind before she lowered her chin once again with a soft sigh. She felt the worry that weighed down her shoulders for months now be carried away for just a little while and she could feel the attraction between them sizzle softly in the lull of the beautiful scene. As she regathered her feet, she looked across at him once more but said nothing now as she sighed softly and watched thoughtfully a moment.

This world was new to her but promised that things could still be the same, on some level. They would just have to make their own lives in a world that had gone to hell. It would be hard to reach into the past as it was long gone now. Much of humanity had given in to the infection and that rare love that Azaria and Aaron seemed to have sparked seemed to almost be untouchable. But the two were inspiring, they showed that there were still gifts in the world that could be achieved, if only you could find them. She smiled at the thought and turned her head away as heat crept into her cheeks a moment and she gazed out around the circling yard outside of the gazebo for a brief moment instead, falling silent for now.