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A sigh of contentment emitting from Phoebe's lungs and onto the skin of his neck sent an odd sort of tingling down his back. The small chuckle she vibrated with and her words that followed kept him from marveling over the sensation any longer until her hair that lightly ran across his skin had the same effect upon him.

He was shocked by such a simple, unintended touch having such an effect. So shocked, he felt the need to maneuver away in the slightest. But he found when he did, freeing his hand from her grasp, he couldn't help but rid of the distance that came between them. He played it all off with that puckish grin before bringing her back to him once more. This time though, with his chin upon her shoulder and her head leaning back against his, he was the tiniest bit thankful her hair and sighs wouldn't easily have access to his neck.

The way she rested against him and let her hands rest atop of his, it was as though they were intended to fit perfectly together in this way. He nearly scoffed out loud at his own thought of that, sounding almost like a line from a horribly acted romance movie with a low budget. And definitely not a thought he'd imagined ever having.

"I prefer to stay more towards the scientist bit," he replied, the contentment in his voice matching the grin he couldn't resist, "I'm sure you could find yourself a much better handyman. But, in contrary to popular belief, it doesn't take a genius to reset locks on a door". He felt a sudden tang of jealousy even at the mere thought of her suddenly breaking off all contact with him just to replace the time they spent together with someone else. Not wanting of this feeling, he pushed the thought deeper away then the repressed memories somewhere in his subconscious.

The atmosphere had grown silent, yet remained comfortable and warm. When the girl had picked her head off from him, glancing downward towards her hands, it brought Lyan out of his daydream-like state in which he had muttered that there was no need for her to apologize. He didn't require apologies, in fact he would rather pretend none of it had happened and never speak of it again. But right now, that seemed out of the possibilities.

He lifted his chin from her shoulder, watching her with mild confusion as her reaction grew somewhat upset. Every time she mentioned anything along the lines of her potentially dying, an aching feeling would place itself into Lyan's chest, especially seeing the guilt the entire situation brought upon Phoebe. He silently tightened his arms around her, unsure of the best way to reassure her.

"I... uh...," he babbled on uselessly, unable to find a proper way to respond to all she had said. He had been looking directly at her, but his brain hadn't been registering anything so minimal such as movement. His mind was transfixed by her presence. Nothing ever caused his flowing thoughts and capability to think to simply freeze such as now. It had happened though, and her movement towards him didn't become registered until her lips had grazed his.

Suddenly now he became aware of everything, from the hand she had placed upon his face to the imagined current of electricity that pulsated through his body as if her lips were a frayed wire. The sensation dove down into the pit of his stomach, making it jump with a feeling that was foreign but not entirely horrible... Or, in everyday terms, butterflies.

Out of fear, he faintly pulled back hardly a centimeter's distance after their initial contact. Fine. Retreat away again... A voice somewhere in the far depths of his mind berated him in a voice - if the imaginary voice even had a true voice - that was mocking. All happening in the length of hardly a millisecond, he exhaled lightly before closing off the minuscule distance between them once more. It was as if he were physically drawn to her, unable to resist separation at such a close proximity. That phenomenon was a mystery to Lyan.

Mystery or not, he wouldn't allow himself to retract from the kiss. Instead, he kissed her with urgency, and the deeper it grew the less and less he felt the urge to fleet. His arms loosened from around her only for him to leave his hands upon either sides of her small waist. He suddenly become overridden by lightheadedness, even the simplest of things such as her scent making him believe he'd faint. Was this really the power of love, or was it some other agent that liked to mask itself as such?

Whether it was love or another force, only time could tell. But in the meantime, for right this very moment, he allowed for his right hand to leave its position upon her waist to relocate to the back of her neck as if she would do as he had earlier and retreat. Her wisps of blonde hair that once teased at his neck fell between his fingers as though his hand belonged there. But his urgency began to relax, and the movement of their lips slowed. Easily and slightly reluctantly, he pulled away from her only by a few inches, her hair still lingering within his fingers even as he began to move his hand away. For several moments he couldn't do a thing but stare, completely captivated by her.

Ultimately, he smiled. A genuine, beaming smile that felt more natural rather than forced for the first time in an immeasurable amount of time. His gaze fell downward though, unconfident with such a unfamiliar expression about his face and he sighed deeply to remove it. The only thing that could remove the smile from his face was the thought of something Phoebe had mentioned earlier... If she had died.

"It's impossible to imagine what I would have done if you'd been infected," he mumbled deeply, still not yet returning his attention to her face. Such a horrible timing to return the conversation dark once more. Lyan instantly regretted speaking his thoughts without any filter between his mouth and mind. "Well. That wasn't the case though," he corrected, trying to take away the darkness from the atmosphere by offering a small grin and looking back to her eyes.

Her eyes were reddened, bordering on bloodshot from a prolonged episode of crying, and the skin around them seemed raw and unable to dry from the dampness. Despite her tired and worn appearance, she was still angel-like in his eyes.

"You're tired," he told her, rather than asking or allowing her to decide for herself. He gave her a faint look of concern, almost nearing sadness. "You should rest. It's been... eventful for you".

One Slip | Lyan & Phoebe

She was a little freaked out at how calm she was now, at how only moments earlier she was ready to end her life and now here she was, sitting next to this wonder of a man, smiling and acting like, well, a relative of her former self.

She liked the way her hands held one of his own, it was so much larger than both of her hands combined, and warm, oh so warm, like he had been standing over a heater rubbing his hands back and forth. And with that, Phoebe just couldn’t see or understand how anyone could so easily turn him away and label him so quickly as cold when everything about him radiated warmth.

Upon taking his hand in her own, she half expected him to immediately retract it away despite the intimacy the two scientists shared earlier, but when he didn’t it made her heart flutter and the fogginess of her mind recede. Lightly, so snuggled her head further onto his shoulder, into the crook of his neck and let out a quiet sigh at the contact he was letting her take from him.

Phoebe chuckled slightly at his question, only he would say something as such and she couldn’t stop the small grin from appearing on her tired face. “No. Not horrible.” She shook her head, her blonde hair surely rubbing against his face and neck. “Never horrible.” She answered, clutching his hand tighter.

She knew she had feelings for him from the moment they met; Phoebe was always one to believe in love at first sight, a fairytale type of romance and sometimes she found it ironic that she did, she was a scientist and yet she found herself believing in something that many of her colleagues didn’t, but it never did stop her from hoping that someday it could come to her.

But how far these feelings went, she didn’t really know; she knew she liked him, she knew that she would take a bullet for him, no question about it, but…love? Did she love him? She wasn’t sure and maybe it was too soon to tell. But regardless, she knew that her feelings were deep and she would need a ladder to climb herself out.

Her thoughts shifted when Lyan removed his large hand from her grasp and moved it back to his own lap, her eyes widened a bit as she detached her head from his shoulder and she licked her lips before biting them, wringing her hands together, she didn’t know what to do. She was desperate to hold his hand again, she was itching to just reach over and grab it again, ignoring his protests as she did so.

But she never got the chance to before a wicked grin spread across his face and she almost let out a sigh of relief, her breath came out as a soft bit of laughter at his teasing ways.

And what he did next had her eyebrows raised to the top of her head. His long arms wrapped delicately around her waist and pulled her into him, her back resting against his chest as her momentary shock left and was replaced with something akin to content.

She let her head lean back against his shoulder as his chin rested on her own, her body relaxed against his and she felt so warm and could easily forget the earlier conflictions that had been spurring in her. God, he was so warm! For someone who everyone characterized as cold, he surely was anything but.

Phoebe let her hands rest on the top of his, gripping them ever so slightly. A way of letting him know that it was alright, and she like the contact he was giving her.

She felt his lips touch her damp cheek and she smiled languorously at the contact, “It’s alright, you were…you did what you had to.” She said, looking directly at the open and broken door. “A handyman and a scientist? Wowie, I must have hit the jackpot.” She joked, her voice low and quiet as her smile brightened.

Her mind had slowed some, her thoughts no longer jumbled amongst each other and it was almost as though it were lazy, but perhaps it was because of whose arms she currently resided in that was causing her brain to do so. He had an effect on her, whether he knew it or not.

Phoebe’s eyes were content to just keeping staring ahead of her and her mind just wanted to keep thinking of the man behind her, but when he spoke next her eyes fluttered some and her brain kicked in. Hearing his words, she lifted her head off of his shoulder and looked down to his hands that were wrapped around her, where her own lay.

She shook her head, “There is a need.” She paused, running a finger along one of his own. “I was crazed…I thought-I thought I was going to die.” It was weird for her, talking about what had happened moments earlier like it had happened a month ago. “And I didn’t…I didn’t want you there, to-to see me, well, die I suppose. It was stupid of me to think that pointing a gun at you would have you leave.” Silently, she berated herself, picking up where she left off earlier in her head.

Her finger trailed from his to his arm before clasping her hand around it and gently rubbing against it, mutely hoping that it would comfort him some. “And I am. Alright that is…because of you.” Phoebe let the corner of her mouth lift up, “You saved my life.” She lifted her head to turn and look at him, her face so close to his own that she could see the different swirling colors in his eyes.

“Thank you.” She whispered, lifting one hand to cup the side of his face before leaning in to place a kiss against his soft lips.

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