"Cress?"

"Hm?" She replied, looking over to Thorne, as if she did nothing. Cress was so adorable. Thorne couldn't help but stare at her, her feet bare and she walked to the wall and gave a yawn.

"Good morning. Still not used to pants?" Thorne asked with a laugh.

She gave a sigh. "Yeah-uh- after living in dresses for sixteen years it's quite strange to have my legs fully covered."

The poor fading royal blue gown that she wore for the mission swept just below her thighs when she pulled up the thing, silk and chiffon spilling out of her fingers. It was probably worn so much one of these days it would just fall apart.

Thorne couldn't see the best yet, some colors were more grey, some things ended up being blurry, and he got a headache when he kept his eyes open for too long. But the blue of Cress's dress was too vivid for him not notice, and he could feel his cheeks warm.

They had kissed just weeks ago- or was it days? And she hadn't talked about it since then, obviously being shy, but hiding it carefully as she worried about other things than what Thorne thought of her- playing some video game with Iko (which of course she always won, making Iko so frustrated), having late night chats with Cinder and Scarlet, and dancing around the ship when she was bored, getting energy out in leaps and spins.

Cress walked over to the door into the kitchen, started to find breakfast when Wolf stopped her.

"O-oh. I'm s-sorry. I d-didn't realize you were reaching for it." Cress stuttered, and Thorne thought Cress was completely terrified of Wolf, but she tried not to show it. He was part of the family after all.

But what she hadn't noticed while talking to Wolf was that her dress had caught on the door, and when she walked away it ripped, causing her to give another moan of anger.

"I'm not hungry anymore-" she sighed, walking back to the front of the ship where Thorne laid lazily.

Thorne had to bite his cheek- the strip ripped from her dress came up to her thigh, showing another lacy cloth of white under it barely.

He could imagine just lying beside her, with no clothes, kissing her softly as she giggled- but she paid no attention and simply kicked her feet onto the console, brushing her hair behind her ears.

"Sorry about that Crescent- I know you liked that dress." Thorne emphasized softly.

"It's silly," she replied. "It's just that this was the one nice dress I had and I didn't want to ruin it."

Cinder looked at Thorne questionably, "How did you know you dress was ripped?"

"He's starting to see again…" Cress said disappointingly, which Thorne furrowed his brows at.

"Do you need to borrow something? We aren't supposed to land until tomorrow," Thorne offered up.

She let out a shaky breath. "It's fine-"

"No- I insist!" Thorne interrupted, just wanting a chance to talk to Cress alone. Or maybe kiss her a few times- "I have a few shirts I haven't wore yet, it's clean and could work for now."

"Thank you!" She smiled, slightly shyly, following Thorne past the hallways to his room.

All rooms on the Rampton were the same, but something about the room screamed Thorne's name. A map showing all the places he had been and wanted to go, and his blindfold on a high shelf.

A few dirty clothes were littered on the floor, which he quickly pushed into the closet when they walked in, and the bed sheets were slightly rumpled, although the bed was made.

Thorne walked over to his dresser and rummaged through the contents before pulling out a plain grey shirt.

"You can use my bathroom to change." He said, turning around to adjust his bed sheets.

Cress could feel her cheeks warm up, but she walked into the bathroom anyways.

It was simple, like everyone else's, and it faintly reminded Cress of the time they spent in Africa and Cress had been showering in the hotel. It was different now.

She spent no time slipping off the torn dress and slipping on Throne's shirt. Sure enough, it reached to her thighs, barely going over her underwear, but it was good enough.

When she came out, Thorne was sitting on the bed, scratching the back of his head, obviously waiting for Cress.

A flirty smile peeked at his face, as well as a bit of helplessness. Cress realized that he obviously felt a little lusty for her- which made her both smile and flush with embarrassment.

She sat next to Thorne on the bed, running her hand over the sheets.

"Nice room. And thanks again for lending me this- although it seems a little short." She said, blinking quickly.

Thorne looked over and tucked hair behind her ear, looking at Cress's delicate features. He really loved her. She may be shorter than normal, and a little awkward, but she was cute, and thought of him as someone who helped her escape her past.

Cress lied down on the bed, pushing her hands into the springs.

"Hey- why do you get a better mattress?" She asked with a smile.

Thorne couldn't help himself- seeing Cress laying down on his bed, her head of curls overflowing over the pillow, her legs bare; he couldn't help but climb over her, knees on either side of her body.

"Maybe because I want to attract some beautiful blonde creatures into my bed at night." He winked, looking down at her flushed face.

She burst out laughing and reached up to plant her lips on Thorne's, her arms around his neck and her legs wrapping around his waist.

He laughed into her lips and kissed back, kneeling down onto the mattress to better wrap his arms around her.

He left trails of kisses down her collarbone, making her tense up trying to suppress giggles. Soon his hand was on her thigh, steadying himself in the odd position over Cress.

He reached down and their lips connected again, Cress's frail hands trailing over Thorne's arms and torso, and giving what seemed like laughs combined with soft groans, music to Throne's ears.

They were too busy in their make-out session that they didn't notice Cinder peek through the doorway. Her eyes widened before she backed out of the doorway and ran downstairs with a yelp.