"OW!"

"Now, now." Ben looked up slightly to see the soldier in front of him shift, bowing. "I told you, treat him lightly." Ben groaned. He knew that voice. Her shorts drifted into view first.

"Sorry madam, got carried away."

"Yes, but don't forget there's a reason why I like this man, and if you break him that takes away half the appeal." Ben looked up, trying to pull forward.

Marianne smirked.

"'Rianne," he acknowledged.

"Mr Finn, how lovely of you to show up. Weren't leaving, were you?" She asked, a little dangerously. "Leave," she told the guards. Ben grinned.

"Why, miss me?" Her eyes flashed.

"If I remember correctly, I told you I wanted you here and I'd keep you here using any force necessary," she reminded him. He smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry, I thought you were joking," he replied. She leaned over, her top dropping down and Ben could see right down her torso.

"I don't joke about stuff like that, stupid." She leaned forward, pressing little kisses on his dirty, slightly sore face, sliding her fingers up his torso to his shoulders and gripping them. He replied by twisting his face away from her. But when you're tied to a chair, it's difficult to get away. She kissed him properly, and he allowed her access. Her hands moved from his shoulders to his hair, and she stopped kissing him, pulling his head to her shoulder. "I can't believe you tried to leave," she whispered.

"You can't keep me caged, 'Rianne."

"I'll damn well try." Ben pressed his face against her and inhaled deeply. She smelled of fresh sweat and salt. Tears. She'd been crying. He frowned, his eyes closed. Marianne did not cry easily. She must have missed him a lot. Why did he leave?

She slid onto his lap. He tried to put his arms around her and grunted when he couldn't move them. Marianne eyed the sore soldier. Looking dishevelled, beaten and a little bit annoyed, he was so sexy. He was tied, which made it even better. She stroked his hair, her lips claiming his and shifting so that she was sitting almost directly on him.

"Please let my arms free," he begged. Fire travelled down the length of his arm and the rope around his wrists melted into ashes. Immediately he pinioned Marianne's arms behind her back. "You're too trusting, 'Rianne." She struggled, shoving herself against him. He gasped in pain, releasing her and throwing her to the floor. He got up, pulling her to her feet. "Let me go!"

"I could say the same!" She retorted, throwing herself backward against a wall and yelping when Ben crashed against her. He planted both hands on either side of her and leaned in close. She was shorter than he was because she had foregone the use of Skill and Strength for Will. He grinned.

"Now then, about my freedom." Her fingers gripped into his arms and Ben went flying backwards.

"You're not leaving," she vowed, stalking over to him. He tripped over and rolled over onto her, shoving her hands against the floor by the wrists.

"Just let me out the damn cell!"

"I gave you an inch and you took a mile two minutes ago, Captain! Why should I trust you?" Ben cursed his hurried movement.

"I don't know! Because you're nice!" Her brow lowered.

"Not enough!" Pressing his weight down, he leaned his lower half on her and grinned at the shudder that racked her body. He looked directly into her eyes.

"I know why. Because you love me," he told her. She started crying. "Oh, bloody hell!"

"Why do you think I didn't want you leaving?" He rolled them over so that she was on top of him, pulled her head down and kissed her. She kissed furiously back, moving her hips against him. Ben poked her, annoyed. He broke off the kiss.

"Marianne, we cannot have sex in the middle of a cell," he said firmly.

"If I let you out of here, you stay, clear?" She murmured. He grinned.

"Who told you I was leaving? I'm not leaving."