Summary: Guy confronts Anne after her attack on Tuck

Delay for a little while as away for a bit Sorry


Anne's morning began similarly as it had the previous day. She found herself in Guy's arms clutching onto her without any idea as to how she had landed there. Her head was less sore but she felt physically and mentally drained. Her headache however returned quickly with a vengeance. She breathed slowly, willing herself just to die. She had never quite wanted it this badly. She'd wanted it before but never to the extent that she would just lie in wait, hoping some angel would take her away somewhere safe and warm.

She had to make do with being alive and suffering instead.

She started making her way to the brook she had found yesterday. She started dangling her feet into the water, the cold water lapping up her toes one by one.

A large hand massaged her neck, releasing tension that had grown up in her.

What?

She turned too quickly again, falling unceremoniously into the water.

A chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?" she snapped.

"I wanted to surprise you," Guy sniggered.

She glowered at him, trying to push herself up but every time falling back down, hitting her backside against the hard stones beneath her.

"Here,"

The same hand reached out to her. She took it, her small one dominated by his. He moved quickly as she stumbled, picking her legs before walking over to a small glade.

He landed her on the floor, her body grazing against his, her face meeting, her breathe mingling with his, their eyes hooking onto each others before ....

"Why did you follow me?" she started, turning away.

He reeled back.

"I wanted to see if you were alright,"

She slowly breathed again, "You didn't need to scare me,"

"You seemed perfectly content at first," smirking behind her back.

She wheeled round on him, the same violent anger firing straight back onto him.

"What right have you got to judge me?"

"I wasn't judging you," before she started to walk off, Guy following her desperately. "Why do you act the world is always out to get you? Why can you not give yourself ..."

"Give myself what?" facing him again, so close the mouths were almost touching.

"Why can't you free yourself?" sighing with despair, his fingers finding their way into her hair.

She stared back. Half of her wanted to crash her mouth into his, feel his body, love him. Truly love him. Half of her wanted to run away and hide.

She stepped back, her stomach reeling back before walking back up the hill to the camp. Guy was slowly losing patience. His was going as slowly as he could, as lovingly as he could and every time she rejected him, hurting him deeper and deeper inside. He had feelings too. He mattered as well. His life was just as dangerous as hers.

"I don't care about what Tuck or John did to you. But at least give yourself to someone who loves you and cares about you. If you're so abused, why can't you give yourself who clearly won't?"

"Or maybe," she cried out, turning back on him so she looked down on him, "I might just be scared. Scared someone actually wants me to love. Maybe I'm scared that deep down I might actually love someone back and he doesn't want to use or hurt me. Maybe I haven't let myself go in so long I don't know how to for fear of being hurt again. Maybe I do love you," He eyes widened. "I love you. I love you."

She ran down to him, meeting him in the middle. He pulled her into his arms, her legs wrapping round his hips as she kissed him. A long, hard kiss, exploring his mouth as he took hers. They hold on together, softening the kiss as she slithered down his body, her fingers going through his dark, matted hair.

"I love you," she moaned in his mouth before coming up for air.

He simply smiled, his hands cupping her face.

She loved him.

And he loved her.

Together.