She shook his hand in a tight embrace with an unwavering strength, she, which was once a thing of light, lightness and pleasurable nonsense, she managed to get up. Standing, she tried to lift the shoulders of Hal from the debris infested land, however, a sharp pain shot through his right calf again. In a collapse on the ground in a defeated heap, he pushed away from Lourdes, motioning for her to safety. Under him, he could deeply feel the vibrations of Mechs.
"Oh no you don't." His voice was strong, with a power that resonated in the air as she hoisted him against the turned truck; she turned to observe the Mech's progress. The cries of civilians continued to flood the climate. Hal zeal breath became shallow as rocks dug into his ankles, drawing tremors of blood.
"Yes, I will." With a feverish strength, he grasped her hand, looking into her eyes; Lourdes witnessed the almost fading of the amazing twinkle in his irises. "Be safe." As well as with that, he collapsed again. Sensing a sudden wave of panic, Lourdes screamed, screamed and screamed. The faithful, Maggie lithely dashed to her side, sensing the danger that distinctly had happened, she grabbed him by the shoulders, hushing him harshly when he made complaints, but the situation was critical. Deeply feeling the lack of resources and time, they had two choices, to face their enemies, or think feebly for a miracle and flee. Lourdes looked at her companion for help, but Maggie looked equally puzzled.
"Chances are, only one of us, will make it out of here. But which one?"
Soon, Lourdes had been left to salvage the resources at their hands and rescue the both of them, as Maggie was called away to help elderly citizens pass through. Maggie's eyes darkened in worry as she observed Hal wheezing in pained breaths.
"Go, Maggie." Lourdes' voice has taken a professional tone, her eyes hard, with a mist of superiority and intelligence. She nodded and ran to help an elderly couple.
Hal breathing became shallow in a few seconds, pressing against his beige jacket in desperation, her eyes desperately searched around for a weapon. The thundered tramples still absorbed her nerves. The high consumption of breath caught her attention, as she leaned at Hal. The contour curve on the front of his jacket, the blunt end of the weapon hidden deeply intrigued her. She reached the soft material, and her suspicions were confirmed. A grenade. Feeling the adrenalized buzz in her veins instead, she plunged in, feeling Hal coil in surprise.
"Lourdes!" Feeling discovered, Hal turned his body away, but Lourdes was adamant to capture what may be the only solution. Her voice was frantic, her hands clutching his equipment.
"Give me the grenade!"
"Absolutely not! You don't even know how to work it!" A hard scoff was received from the recipient; she grabbed the base of his jacket and pulled him forward. Ignoring the protests of the crackling Mason, she released the grenade.
That was when the chaos blunted, and the open sky, the sun shining on her, Lourdes in the spotlight. Feeling the eyes of all citizens and soldiers, she took two steps forward courageously with all the power, her arm arched back, and catapulted the grenade in front of the Mechs.
The earth swallowed the flaming debris that soared through them, seizing her chance; Lourdes grabbed him and dragged him to safety. Ash and smoke, caved her lungs, deep dirt cough broke her throat. Her eyes burned at gathering dust. Before she could understand the situation, Hal left, as he was hoisted on a stretcher. Lourdes clung to Ben for support, voices and images of people swam in blurry delusions. Ben grabbed her waist to stand, a radiant smile illuminating the ragged lines across his dimples.
"That was neat, Lourdes! Where'd you learn that?"
An involuntary sly smirk appeared upon her lips.
"I'm not just a simple medic." Her words were cut off as the exhaustion caught up with her, and she sank happy in the arms of Ben.
By the time Lourdes had roused from her slumber, the medics had tended to his leg. It was just a simple, muscle strain. Yet, in that moment, he had really thought he had brought the end upon them. He sat by her side, until her eyes fluttered open. Memories of nights before flooded back, he had longed to see those thoughtful eyes to open. A soft smile grazed her lips; she sat up in graceful motion, happy that Hal had been the one to stay.
"Are you okay?" Her voice was tender, but not interrogating. Hal swallowed back the impulse to scoff, after everything; she was concerned about his wellbeing. He nodded silently, willingly to stay in his seat, but a gravitational pull lifted him from his feet. Ignoring the sharp pain that pinched his knee, he moved closer to Lourdes. A sweet movement was seen as she gulped. Delicately, he moved the slender lock out of her eyes.
"I was worried about you." He smirked, teasing her ever so slightly; his thumb caressed the tilt of her chin. She dared not to move away.
Feeling a heat of blush creep up the base of her neck, she looked away sheepishly.
"It really wasn't that bad."
"Well…I'm glad you're okay." His hand had moved down to hers, holding it delicately, cherishing the sensation.
The deadly silence antagonized the frustrated passion.
Her soft breaths drove his desires to maximum, before his muse could quickly cease him, he scooped her in his arms, cradling her closely, and he leant forward and felt his lips crash upon hers.
His lips were hesitant; however, the whimper that escaped her succulent lips provoked his hunger. They, with the halo of desperate desire burning in their souls, collided against the cold, stone ground. Their hands entangled, their bodies moulded together, in a fiery embrace. The lips surrendered, lying on top of one another, the entire ethereal world around them evaporated.
"Ahem."
Time stood still, as the lovers of tantalized desires looked upon to behold a stern Captain Weaver and an entertained Anne Glass paused in the threshold.