Damage Control

Part: Twenty Six

'Feeling the Christmas Spirit…. In So Many Ways'

Author: Jacey

Rating: PG13 - R

Disclaimer: Krit, Syl, Max Alec, and known characters belong to James Cameron, Chuck Eglee, and FOX. The names of Jondy and Zane also belong to them, but their personalities and characters belong to me. The story idea belongs to me, along with any additional ideas.

DEDICATION: For Lexie :D For being the best friend ever!

A/N: Sorry bout the delay, but as I mentioned in the last chapter, I was going away. But now that I'm back, I'll hopefully have a lot more time fore writing! Enjoy this chapter!

Terminal City, Seattle - Syl and Krit's Apartment

Syl leaned her head on Krit's shoulder, as they sat on the couch together, eating ice cream.

'So, who was the worst?' Krit asked, smirking.

Syl sighed, 'They were all pretty bad…. There was Greg, who spent the whole date trying to grope me. Then there was Buzz who didn't say anything more than Yes or No for the whole date….'

'Buzz?' questioned Krit, 'Who the hell call's them self Buzz?'

Syl rolled her eyes, 'You're one to talk, KRIT!' she said smirking. 'Anyway, after Buzz, there was Andy, who was actually not to nice, really charming, and friendly…… but he's married…….. and last night was Dan, who was well, just plain boring. I mean he talked more than Buzz, but he spent the whole night telling me about all the accounting terms that he'd learnt by reading an accounting textbook the night before.'

Krit cringed, and smiled at Syl, 'Well, at least you've got one date left…. Maybe this one will turn out better.'

Syl smiled weakly, 'I hope so. Oh god, I hope so……………..'

Later that night, in an abandoned building in Terminal City.

Syl gasped as she entered the abandoned warehouse, that she and her siblings usually used to fighting and workouts.

'Oh wow…..' she murmured, at the sight of the hundreds of strings of pre pulse fairy lights that were sparkling on the ceiling and one of the walls. She turned and saw a beautifully set table, that was surrounded by hundreds of softly glowing tealight candles.

'You like?' a male voice questioned.

'I love.' Syl replied, before frowning, as she realised that she recognised that voice. She turned. 'Krit?' she said gasping.

'At your service madam.' he replied as he pulled out a chair at the table for her.

Krit sat down next to her, and smiled, 'So, whatcha think of your last date Syl?' he questioned.

Syl gazed at him with a look of awe on her face.

'Syl?' he asked, looking concerned.

'Ohmigod!' Syl mumbled, and then abruptly stood up.

'Syl?' Krit said standing up to and placing a hand on her shoulder. 'What's wrong?'

Syl turned around and gazed at him, all her emotions showing in her eyes. 'I think…..' she murmur, 'I think I'm in love with you…..' she said trailing off.

Krit gaped at her. 'What?' he asked, sounding astounded.

Syl went red. 'Nothing. I thought…….' She said trailing off again. 'I guess I was wrong.' She turned and walked towards the door. 'You can tell my secret santa, thank you, but I don't need help finding a date.' She said with no emotion in her voice.

Krit stood stock still for a beat, and then smiled. 'Syl.' He said quietly. She stopped, but said nothing, nor did she make any move to turn around.

Krit's smiled widened, 'Syl.' He said again. 'I love you too.'

She slowly turned around, and gazed at him, astounded. 'What?' she questioned.

Krit smiled at her again, 'I love you too.' He replied.

Syl gasped, and ran towards him. He caught her in his arms, and they hugged each other a long time, before they turned their faces back towards each other, and slowly, hesitantly, their lips met.

They'd kissed before of course. Hell, they'd even slept together once, when they both got caught up in Syl's heat.

But this was different, it was new. They'd never loved each other like this before. At least they hadn't realised that they loved each other this way before.

As their lips crashed together, Syl's heartbeat went faster and faster, until she felt that she was going to die, with how much she wanted him.

Krit's tongue entered her mouth, and her's joined his in a twirling, twisting dance, that conveyed to the each other, how much they were in love.

They finally broke apart, when even for Manticore soldiers, air was needed.

Krit smiled at her, took her hand and lead her to the table. 'Shall we eat, my love?' he asked quietly.

Syl smiled back at him. 'Please.' She said.

A/N: Oh good god, it sounds like a historical Mills and Boon novel…… what have I become?

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