"Dare you to say it."
"Say what?"
"That you love me."
"What? Love you?"
"Yes, love me."
"Whoa, wait a second here Jess. I don't love you."
"You deny it."
"There is nothing to deny. There is nothing between us."
"Lexa, stop going by your idle shadow that you are a cold hearted bitch
that no one could care less about her and her about them."
Lexa starred into Jesse icy cyan eyes. What could she say; he knew her
curtain that she hid behind. She would never give in though, never show
him, never give Jesse the satisfaction of being right.
"Jesse, you don't know me alright? That's it."
"That's where you are wrong. I do know you, and no, everything is not
alright. The constant tension, the heat between us, you try to hide but
you can't. I can see right through you."
"I am not glass Jesse."
"On the contrary, you are strong, always needed for something, but
fragile if damaged the right way."
"And you are the one who is going to through the baseball, aren't you
Jesse." Lexa stood up to leave, but Jesse blocked her way to the door.
"Jesse I'm not Emma."
Jesse looked away from her, but didn't move his form. The pain was
still there from his loss of Emma.
"I'm Lexa. Jesse, you don't know what you're saying."
"Maybe not", Jesse grasped her shoulders, "but I know what I'm doing."
Jesse pressed his lips against hers.
"Jesse," she gasped between kisses, "I-"
"I," Jesse sucked in a quick breath of air, "know."
"Me... too..."