<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Major Tom ‘TT’ Theophilus Peters</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b1c5703-1ec6-4951-9974-ee41ec21aa28_zps54ccd4dc.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Tom was fuming. He really liked Karra more than anything or anyone else, but if she continued with that jealous streak of hers, then he may indeed end of with the Latina. Because if she wanted to be jealous with him, then he could give her some real reason to be it. The moment the second kiss broke, he swept her feet away under her and threw her on a pile of parachutes. Straddling her before she even had the chance to react, he pinned her arms over her head. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I am not in the mood for that shit, Karra. I have waited two years to tell you that I would like you to be more than my co-pilot. Everybody saw that I cared a lot about you, I guess most of the guys over there believe that we are a couple. To learn now that you have not even realised my feelings hurts. It hurts a lot. I did all to keep you away from the princess, as I had seen in her eyes that she already claimed you for herself. You think, I wanted to see you end like that? Or her? Damn, Karra. We are in the deepest shit and you stop trusting me..."</span><br/><br/>Tom had no more power to fight. It was hard to accept that all the time you loved someone and the other did not even feel it. Was this a base for a relationship? Tom wasn't sure about it. And he needed all his power to survive out there and to keep as many of his people alive. He couldn't spare some power for catfights with Kitten.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I'm done, Karra. I will go back now and put her back in my lap, if you like it or not. It is what I believe is the right thing to do. I said what I wanted to say. Now it is up to you, how you want to continue..."</span><br/><br/>Tom let go of her arms and got up. Turning around he walked to the door and stopped, his hand on the doorknob. He took a deep breath, trying to dissipate his anger.</div>