ayla-the-fair:
Listening to the defeat creeping into Luke’s voice was the final straw for Ayla, and tears flooded her eyes. In that moment nothing could have torn her away from Lucas, and all she could think was I will not lose him too.
Unable to continue listening to him trying to get her to leave, she grabbed his face with both hands, leaned down, and kissed him. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but she poured all of her past heartbreak, current desperation, and hopes and dreams for the future into it.
“Would you just shut up already? I am not leaving you. I am going to get this thing off you and we are going to get out of here, and then once you are healed I would really like to try that again, because it’s not exactly how I had imagined our first kiss, but at this point it was kiss you or slap you, and slapping you seemed mean given the circumstances.”
Ayla finally stopped rambling long enough to draw in a few shaky breaths. She gave Luke a small smile before turning her attention to the problem at hand. Standing up she focused it on the food stand, causing huge vines to sprout out of the ground and wrap around it. With the plants helping, she was then able to carefully push it off of Luke. “C’mon darling, let’s get you home.”
Huh. So that was a thing that had just happened.
Sure, Luke had imagined kissing Ayla more times than he’d ever bothered to count. That being said, it had always been in a much calmer setting. The coffee shop, his place, her place, a picnic in the woods in this amazing clearing he’d found on a run with Oli and Kira one night... In any case.
“I thank you for not slapping me, but by now y have to know telling me to shut up is just counter-intuitive.” One kiss, one kiss. Like that. It was magic, he was already feeling more like his normal self. “Still, keep up tactics like that and you’ll make a convincing argument.”
He watched in awe as the vines popped out of the ground and lifted the stand off of him, and slowly slid himself back as Ayla pushed the stand back. Once he was completely free he managed to get to his feet, balancing tenderly on his uninjured foot. “All right, let’s get out of here. Iris has to be hungry by now.”












