"'Lena?"
"Yea?"
"When… When we get rescued," Jim made sure to stay positive; he didn't want anything to ruin their fabulous mood. "Will you stay with me?"
Selena ran her fingers over the collar of his shirt. "Of course I will."
Smiling, he kissed her forehead. Today was definitely a good day.
"Oy?" The door slammed shut and Jim and Selena were startled out of their haze. "Where'd you go?" Hannah sang out.
"In here," Selena replied, getting to her feet, and offering Jim her hands, pulled him up.
Hannah poked her head in the door. "Sleeping on the floor? And you thought I was off," she headed into the room that she'd claimed.
Selena waved a hand in the girl's direction. Turning her attention to Jim, she waited for him to rub his eyes, then kissed him. "You hungry?"
He smiled slyly, then quickly looked behind her to see that Hannah wasn't in sight; he grabbed Selena around the waist, pulled her close, then caught her in the longest and most passionate kiss she could remember.
Finally, Jim pulled away. "Only for you," he teased, winking mischeviously.
"Oh, bugger!" Selena tried escaping from his grasp, but he was holding her tightly around the waist and she couldn't unclasp his hands from where they were. "You mind, love?"
"Not at all," he smiled, but didn't release her.
She sighed, feigning impatience. She glanced at her wrist as if she had a watch.
He kissed her cheek and let her go. As she turned away, he grabbed her once more, this time by the shoulders. "Oh, wait."
"What now?"
"It's just…" Jim looked thoughtful for a moment as he felt her shoulders, ran his hands over her upper back. "Oh, they're shoulder blades…"
"Yea… What did you think they were?" Selena asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.
Jim smiled softly. "Wings."
Shortly, the three survivors sat around their temporary kitchen table, eating canned beans and noodles, forks scraping on plates; Jim ate silently, watching Selena as she and Hannah discussed books or movies or telephones or whatever it was they were talking about. Jim wasn't much paying attention to that. He was more occupied with watching how her lips moved when she spoke, how beautiful her smile was, how her voice was really so quiet when she wasn't screaming at someone to run from zombies. He was watching how she managed to seem so graceful while eating month-old, tinned vegetables in a post-world setting, how she seemed so innocent when she laughed; her eyes closed and a soft laugh came gently to the ears of those nearby.
Jim wondered what had happened to this stunning creature to make her able to kill other people and be so cold to those she didn't. He wondered if the coldness and hatred would stay with her much longer. He wondered if she really did love him. He wondered… What would it be like to be with her – forever?
"Jim?"
He blinked, looked up. "Oy?"
"Are you done?" Selena stood, holding her and Hannah's plates in one hand, the other extended out for his.
He glanced down. He could eat and wonder at the same time. Three cheers for for multi-tasking. "Oh… Sure," he handed the plate over, then leaned back, his head against the wall, and continued watching the woman of his dreams.
He was so lost in though that he didn't hear Hannah muttering to Selena about how he was "so spacey lately," or that he was "so quiet and distant… Is something wrong? I mean, besides… the obvious."
But, no, as Hannah would come to find out eventually, nothing was wrong with Jim. He was just head-over-heels, completely and absolutely – in a completely non-stalker-esque fashion – infatuated with Selena.