Author's notes: Prompt #784, the look on his face, from the lj community, all_unwritten. This drabble counted up as 100 words. Based on a scene from "The Perils of Penelope" which is partly the reason why I ship these two. Thanks to Lillehafrue for feedback.
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The monorail thunders overhead. Lights reflecting off the tunnel walls enable tantalizing glimpses of my rescuer. His hand is warm on my cheek. The look on his face is serious yet something smoulders in his gaze. I stare, unable to turn away.
It's impossible to hear above the monorail's rumble. My hand cups her smooth cheek; I'm tempted to stroke it. Blue eyes bore into mine, pink lips part to speak. Her beauty takes my breath away. I want her, but could she ever possibly want me?
The train passes. Neither speak. Virgil withdraws his hand, and cuts Penelope loose.