It had all come down to this. That was what it was about, wasn't it? Their moments of playful kissing. Their times of looking at each other, quick glances across the room. The events of laughter, simple happiness. The innocent touches, the gentle strokes. It all was bundled into one mess, a pile of memories and sentimental feelings.

This was what it all added up to. This night, this night that would stay in their memories forever. Gazing into each other's eyes, finally understanding what the lost feelings were inside them. Finally realising why the fans 'shipped' them so much. Finally getting why they couldn't stop thinking about each other.

The brunet's body lingering above the blonds', their powerful eye contact too intense to break. The quietness of the room was deathly, enough to kill a knight, a king. The noises outside were nothing, compared to the emotions overtaking the deadly atmosphere.

It hadn't meant to happen, it had all come so fast. A smile had turned into a kiss. A kiss had turned into lust, pure lust. That lust had turned into actions, removal of clothing, creaks of a bed. Whimpers that had pierced the night air, moans that had disrupted the scary sounds of silence.

And now they were here. Staring at each other, unable to move, to breathe. Blue on blue, body against body. Thinking about what they'd just done. What they were going to do now. What they were going to say. Maybe they didn't need to say anything. Maybe they could just forget it all, pretend it never happened.

The drummer had pinned the bassist's arms down, using his strength to overcome any signs of dominance from the other. And despite it all, despite the shock and the realisation, the discomfort of the future, they were smiling. They didn't know how, or why. They certainly didn't know what for. A thought was running through both their minds, changing their expressions, their view on everything.

How did we end up here?