Marina and Eight story! Just because I love them. Here's the next chapter because I couldn't wait to update!
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Eight
I walk into the kitchen and see Marina cooking. That's all she's been doing since we got to Nine's Chicago safe house.
We're the only two people up, and I want to take advantage of this and talk to her. I want to spend more time with her but it's been difficult with all of the training and fighting.
"Morning," I say as she starts frying some eggs. She jumps.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there." She says. She flips the eggs over and starts cooking some bacon. It smells fairly good. I know that she learnt to cook in Santa Teresa when she lived in the convent.
"It smells good." I say nervously. Compliment her. That's what Reynolds always told me to do if I ever got a girlfriend. Not that Marina's my girlfriend, but she could be. If she liked me that way.
"Thanks. You hungry?" She smiles and dishes up some food on a plate.
"Starving."
The food tastes great. I know that it's just eggs and bacon, but it's probably the best simple food I've ever tasted. I may be a little biased, but so what?
"How is it?" Marina asks, tucking her hair behind her ears.
"It's good." I say, smiling. "Hey, did you want to go somewhere after breakfast?" I blurt out. Smooth, Eight. Smooth.
"Where were you thinking of going?" She asks, smiling.
"Well, I haven't seen much of the city and I've been bored staying here." I say.
"I'd like that." She says. "Just let me get changed first."
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Soon, we're walking around the city together. The sunlight on Marina's hair makes it look all shiny and her eyes sparkle. They always sparkle.
"What?" She says. I must have been staring. I grin.
"Nothing." I say, laughing.
"Really, what?" She says self-consciously.
"I was just thinking about how you saved my life in New Mexico." I still can't thank her enough. I'd be dead if it wasn't for her.
"It was nothing. No big deal." Marina blushes a little. It's cute.
"It was literally everything to me." I say. "You broke the prophecy. How can I ever repay you?" I stare into her eyes intently and I almost kiss her, but I doubt she'd like that.
"Well, you should probably think of something. Maybe you can take a break from being the damsel in distress and save me next time." She teases, laughing.
"Hey!" I say, pretending to be wounded. She kisses me on the cheek playfully.
I remember how she'd kissed me after she saved my life. I can't figure out if that was a spontaneous kiss, or if she really meant it.
"I also remember you kissing me..." She cuts me off straight away. She's blushing bright red.
"I was scared you were going to die!" She protests.
"If I'm being honest, I didn't mind." I say playfully.
"Oh, really?" She says, laughing. She's teasing me.
"Well, it wasn't the worst kiss I've ever had." I add.
"What was the worst kiss you've ever had?" She asks curiously.
"Well, I've never had a bad kiss." I say, grinning. "Also, all of my kisses have been with you, just so you know."
She blinks and looks down. "I was your first kiss?" She giggles.
"Why is that funny to you?" I ask, pretending to be hurt.
"You just seem to be the kind of guy that would kiss heaps of girls!" She says between laughs.
"And you've obviously kissed other guys if you're laughing this hard." I say teasingly.
"Pfft, totally. Like all of the guys in Santa Teresa." She says jokingly.
"Lies. You never met any boys." I say.
"Okay, you got me." She admits. "So I'm not a bad kisser then?" She grins.
"Well, we've only kissed twice, but so far, you're not bad." I say, laughing.
"Keeping count, I see?"
"Yep."
She smiles at me and we stare into each other's eyes for a while. I hold her gaze until she drops hers shyly.
"Why do you always do that?" I ask.
"Do what?" She says, confused.
"We'll be flirting and everything's fine and then all of a sudden you put your walls up and shut me out. It's like you're not interested." I say. It sounds a bit desperate, but I want her to know that she can trust me.
"It's not that, Eight. I promise. I'm scared. I'm scared of letting you in. I'm scared of being let down. I'm just scared." She replies gently.
I stare into her eyes and this time, she doesn't look away so I lean in and kiss her. It's different from our other kisses because no one's watching and it's just us. It's perfect.
"You don't have to be scared. I'll never let you down." I say. "I'll always be there for you."
"Always?" She asks, smiling.
"Always."