"You have the very thing I've dreamt of my entire life!" She said as she gazed up into charcoal eyes, her resolve beginning to show.
He watched as tears filled emerald eyes, his heart strings tugging in every which direction.
"And what would that be?" He asked just as defiantly as he began.
"Freedom..." Her voice was barely more than the softest whisper.
"I may be free but how can I truly enjoy it when I don't know who I am?" He watched her soft, full lips pull into a small, sad smile.
"I guess we both have something the other needs." Her Bo staff shrank as she stepped past him.
He hated the way she made him feel more than just the anger and the pain that he was so used to. She gave him this strange, warm feeling, much unlike the passionate flames of vengeance and hatred that commonly burned within his molten core. Before the thought had fully came to him, he went to catch up with her and took hold of her wrist, stopping her dead in her tracks.
She turned back to look at him with surprise on her face but before she could utter a single word to express her confusion, she was pulled in by his large, solid arms.
His hand came up and removed the mask that covered her face so that his thumb could caress the warm, smooth skin of her cheek. His eyes were hard but his touches were tender. He pulled away his own mask, eyes still locked onto hers. Soon the inches between them began to disappear. Their lips came together, their worlds finally collided the way the pair had been secretly dreaming for so long. Her shaky hands came up to rest on his broad shoulders as their kiss deepened.