<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla let out a startled gasp as she lost her footing, the jerk of his momentum would have been enough even without him kicking out her feet as she landed on top of him with an omph, wind knocked out of her. She pushed back, quickly, lifting her upper body off him for just a moment as adrenaline took hold, her face already inches from his. Her lips pressed aggressively against his, and not just for a split second, kissing him passionately before pulling herself away, knees on either side of his waist but not lifting her head more than a few inches.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Dead.”</span>