Milo's heart beat intensely in his chest. With her sitting on his lap, she seemed irresistible. Her voice seemed to make his heart beat faster, each syllable making him almost shake with anticipation. Her encouragement almost pushed him off the edge, the way her body gripped at his. She felt so good on top of him, and his body agreed. She pushed for the kisses, and he indulged on her force, meeting it with the same passion. The kissing was wonderful, but he craved more, so much more. It seemed his very soul pushed him towards her, more than just a simple crush. No, he wanted her.<br/><br/>Pulling himself up, he held her close, one hand still running through her hair. The other hand made it's way down her back, tugging on the lower portion of her shirt. He played with the rim of her shirt for a moment while he slid his tongue towards hers, enjoying how welcome the kiss seemed. The heat, the passion of the kiss was hard to pull away from, but when he managed too, and gave her a deep grin. "Maybe we should get rid of this?" he playfully asked, tugging her shirt up a little. He leaned a little closer, to whisper in her ear, "I want you dove, and I can't wait to get what I want."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>An Bo fidgeted with the box while they wandered in, running his fingers over minute details on the box's surface. His mind was on the letter in there, what it meant to him, because what he thought it would have meant to her. The woman for the time they'd been together had been his everything. His passion, his happiness, his excitement. And he saw what he did for her too, a step away from her hectic life, her way to relax and calmly live her life. It wasn't the first time An Bo had wondered about the way they fit together, and she'd always tell him her thoughts. But now it wasn't her he was trying to prove it to. It was the man who'd cut him down the day before.<br/><br/>When the man called the others out of the room, he could feel his wounds respond, almost like fear was wove into them. But his mind had seemed to harden over the night, and when Lengxie got in his face, he didn't flinch. Not even a blink was spared. "Lengxie, I might be no warrior, but I would give my life to make her happy." He reached inside his robes, brushing against one of his wounds as he pulled something out. Letting it fall to the desk closest by, he made sure Lengxie could see it. "I'm a man of knowledge and books because this is what happens when life is lived from behind a blade," he said as he opened his hand. The two halves of the hairpin fell to the table, the blood from his wound smeared across the intricate little trinket. Neither of the two had bothered to grab them as they'd left him alone yesterday, and he made sure to grab it from the ruins of his home while he cleaned. "And it's by those words, that as long as I live, I'll protect her with every speck of my being."