A/N: Okay, I'm a little stuck on this one. This chapter may be… Sketchy? I don't know how to explain the writer's block I'm getting on this story. But I'll do the best I can. Gwen's POV

Disclaimer: Idea is by Crushed Hale.x, characters by MOA, story by Skylark Evanson

"How did that work?" I asked, still clinging onto him nearly half an hour after we hit the ground. We had been too scared to move for the longest time. We didn't want to be trapped in another dimension. We wanted to be home. I wanted to be home. I wanted to be able to take Kevin home with me and show him my house and let him meet my parents and just let life go on like nothing had happened. We didn't move because we were too afraid. Kevin clung to me and I clung to him. Neither of us were brave enough to let go of the other yet.

"I don't know," he whispered as if just finding his voice. His face was buried in my hair. "I just don't want to look up and see that we're in a pocket dimension or somethin'."

"One of us has to check, Kev. We can't lay like this for the rest of our lives." I was on top of him and his eyes weren't open and I wasn't looking around for a number of reasons. "I mean, I wouldn't mind it, but this is getting a bit ridiculous."

"I definitely wouldn't mind this." He pulled his face away from my hair and leaned his head back against the ground, facial features relaxed as he drank in the warm air. His chest rose and fell, taking me with it. He had no shirt on and I liked that. I really liked that. "But whatever you say."

His gorgeous black eyes opened and sunshine reflected brightly in them the same way the fire had made those obsidian orbs glint back when we had been hiding back in the cave beneath the ground of the Null Void.

"Freedom," I breathed.

"Freedom," he whispered right back.

Then his eyes met mine for a long moment. Then our lips met. One thing was on our minds:

Freedom.

His hands roamed over my exposed skin and I drank in his scent. One thing kept crossing my mind:

Freedom.

My head whirled as he deepened our kiss, his tongue dancing with mine.

Freedom.

I let my fingers run over the valleys of his torso that made up his eight-pack of abs.

Freedom.

Kevin pulled me to him harder, tears from his deep brown eyes touching my face as he whispered one thing over and over again with each breath he was able to take before our mouths mashed together once more.

"Freedom."

I just told him the same thing right back, my lungs hardly getting any air.

"Freedom."

Our bodies pressed tighter together. I could feel the beat of his heart drumming in his chest. The adrenaline surged through our systems. All it knew was one thing.

Freedom.

Four years in Hell. After four years in Hell, I finally had it. I could finally grasp what was hanging just out of my reach that whole time.

Freedom.

The thought kept zinging through my mind. My skull reverberated with it as Kevin kept hanging onto me like I was his whole life. He clung to me and all I knew was one thing.

Freedom.

"Gwen," he murmured, fingers tangling up into my hair. His body was warm and hot against the grass that caressed his soft, supple skin. I kept holding onto him. "Gwen," he whispered again. And his lips finally pulled away from mine so that we could both drink in the sweet air that blustered around us. "Gwen." He still didn't let go of me and I loved that about him. We weren't going to fall apart yet. "Gwen." Tears were streaming down his face and I didn't even know it, but they were cascading down my cheeks as well. Four years later, we were free. We were out. We were able to run. "Gwen." His eyes fluttered shut as he pressed my head into his broad chest, just wanting to know I wasn't going to escape his grasp. "Gwen."

This was our freedom. Because we were finally free.

A/N: Despite the block, I like how it turned out. Next chapter is the one I'm going to like. Thanks for reading! Now it's time for y'all to click that adorable little review button down there! CLICK IT!

~Sky