Avon reached Cally's cabin after a few minutes of walking. He was about to enter when he realized something. If this does lead to something he began to think, I'm not ready for her to see all the scars on my body. He had gotten the scars when he was being tortured for 5 days, waiting for Shrinker to show up. It had worked of course, but the scars were healing slowly. Then, Avon was suddenly overcome by irrational fear. It froze his limbs and made it hard to breathe. He felt the sharpness of the scars that were still healing.
Avon was wondering what to do when the door opened unexpectedly, revealing Cally, and the fact that she hadn't changed her clothes from earlier. In fact, it only just occurred to Avon that he hadn't changed his clothes either.
"It's still a door but it's open this time." Said Cally, reminding Avon of the last time that he had stood here. The occasion that started a chain of events that led to this moment. Cally had been thinking about Auron and been sad about it's destruction. Avon had given her some advice which he realized when thinking about it after he said it to her, wasn't the best thing she needed to hear.
Avon didn't know what to say, so he just stood there speechless. Cally saw this and decided to to say something. "I couldn't sleep either"
Avon was puzzled by this. How did she know? He asked himself. The only way she could know that is if she read my mind, and she can't read minds. Unless she lied about it, it's the only logical explanation."You read my mind" He said accusingly.
Cally shook her head. it always amused her that humans always acted paranoid around people with telepathic ability's. Although Cally had told Avon before that she couldn't read minds, she knew that he was only saying that because he couldn't think of another logical explanation. So she decided to give Avon clarification. "No, Avon. You felt the threads that joined us. That is what I sensed."
Before Avon could respond, Cally touched his forehead, lightly drawing a line with her fingers. "I cannot read you here." She explained as she brought her hand down and rested it gently on his chest, over his heart. "But I can sense what is here."
"I see" Said Avon nervously. He was quite nervous because he had never been touched like this, not even Anna had touched him like this.
Cally saw that Avon was feeling nervous. She realized that if she was going to confess her love to Avon tonight, they would have to move into her cabin, where they couldn't be disturbed. "Do you want to come in? she asked.
Avon realized it was a choice as Cally's eyes locked onto him and his eyes onto her. But they both knew what the real question was: If he stepped into her cabin, would he let her in tonight? Would he explore their unspoken connection to its natural conclusion? Anna had always been in the way before, but not anymore. Avon was determined to believe it. But even though Avon didn't want to leave, his mind told him to save himself. He could not afford another weakness; his last one had been Anna and it nearly killed him. He could still feel the pain, the pain of loving a woman who had betrayed him.
Cally saw that Avon hadn't responded, so she decided to see if he could still receive her thoughts. * Avon, do you want to come in? * she telepathically sent to him in his mind. Avon re-focused his eyes on Cally's and saw that her eyes were like pools of starlight, drawing him into its mystery. The logical part of his mind insisted on telling him that it was nothing more than the reflection of corridor lights. But it was no longer his logical mind that was in control and Avon knew what to do.
Avon stepped inside and crushed Cally's body to his. His hand closed and locked the door before wrapping his arms around her body and his mouth covered hers in a deep, passionate kiss, long held off desires ignited by the heat of each others bodies.