~Unexpected Help~

Killian tried to set her down, but she clearly didn't want to leave his arms, one of her own snaking around his neck weakly. She tried burying her head in his chest, so he took the hint, rocked back in a sitting position, and held her close.

She was as cold as ice. Her skin pale, a blue sheen coating her features. Her lips were turning an impossible shade of blue, approaching purple.

He wondered what could have possibly happened to make her this way, especially with the blinding heat of the sun. Was this her final moment of life? She was too young and beautiful for that, at least he hoped she wasn't on deaths door.

"Stay with me, love." He murmured again, not even sure if she could hear him. He pulled her closer still, in an embrace that connected as much bodily contact as possible, her icy forehead nestled between his neck and shoulder, trying to keep her warm.

It was a tad amusing, that relief from this sweltering heat would come in the form of a beautiful, frozen woman. He tried not to think about that, steering his mind to more useful topics.

Could he find help? He had no idea where he was, no idea how far from a village or town or friendly neighbor who could, or even would, assist him. He didn't dare move to look around, holding tightly to this young woman.

She took a shaky breath and he risked a peak at her. To his amazement, the blue tint was dwindling, and a rosy pink was starting to poke out from underneath. He smiled at that, moving his head back to his previous position. Somehow, he was helping her.

He was surprised when her other hand landed on his chest. Icy cold fingers winding their way up to his neck, and his breath hitched. He was a gentleman, though her actions were making that difficult to remember, especially when her fingers made their way to the base of his head, grabbing into his hair.

Her head was gone from its previous position, her face but a breath away from his, her eyes closed. Was she pulling him closer?

All thoughts ceased as her lips met his, his brain turning into a pile of mush.

If asked to describe the kiss, he wouldn't be able to completely form into words, with accuracy, how it felt. Something so pure he felt the need to protect it at all costs. His entire body felt it, like fireworks erupting in every fiber of his being. He could smell the rose oils from her skin, felt the heavenly way her tongue licked his lips as the kiss deepened. It was elation. He felt as if he was sharing his soul, and she hers. He sensed in her a need, but it went beyond. Beyond existence.