Viv felt someone's hand gently comb through her hair and massage the back of her head. The simple action caused her to respond with a deep sigh as she turned onto her side and opened her eyes to see Tyler watching her. His dark blue eyes traveled across her face as if trying to memorize it and the corner of his mouth turned up into a gentle half smile.<span style="color: #336666">"Morning."</span><br/><br/>Viv smirked before turning her head into the pillow,<span style="color: #8080FF">"Did you let me sleep for at least a couple hours?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #336666">"Three hours."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8080FF">"Good,"</span>Viv peeked out at Tyler.<span style="color: #8080FF">"You would have been sorry for waking me otherwise."</span><br/><br/>Tyler huffed out a chuckle and his eyes narrowed, challenging. Moving onto her elbows, Viv went up to softly brush her lips across Tyler's.<br/><br/>His hand was still on her and cupped the back of her head to pull her closer. A growl formed in Tyler as Viv closed her eyes and deepened kiss, her hand sliding across his chest and lightly tracing his scars. Flash backs of last night ran across Viv's mind. She's never experienced so much affection from anyone. The only ones in her life that truly cared for her were her Deathstalkers but she still kept all possible lovers at a distance, even Jarrett. But what she had with Tyler, she couldn't explain, one look into his eyes and she finds herself gravitating towards him.<br/><br/>Still, she relished in this feeling, for she knew it wouldn't last for long.<br/><br/>Tyler pulled away, his expression conflicted as his eyes trailed across the sheets that covered Viv, desire building within him. With some difficulty he gently moved out of the bed and started to put on his clothes.<span style="color: #336666">"We need to get ready."</span><br/><br/>Their intimate moment was broken. The hard edge to Tyler's tone was not towards her. Crystal was going to put them to work soon and that was what Tyler wanted. If they do what Crystal says, Tyler has a better chance at getting Slater and avenge Deckard.<br/><br/>Holding back a sigh, she got up and slowly gathered her things. As Viv put on her shirt, she saw Tyler observing her bright red hair, his mind distant and a shadow across his eyes before they focused and turned to her.<span style="color: #8080FF">"I look like her,"</span>Viv pointed out calmly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #336666">"You're nothing like her,"</span>Tyler said, his stare piercing, making sure that Viv believed him.<br/><br/>Viv didn't even realized that she was holding her breathe till she released it. So many people told her that she looked like Slater, that she had the chance to become the next Desert Flower, she feared that one day someone would have told her how much she was like Slater. But hearing Tyler speak confidently that she was not Slater, it gave her hope.<br/><br/>_______________________________________________________<br/><br/>"Really? That's pathetic," Jessa said with clear disappointment as she watched Viv struggle to catch her breath after failing to do a few sets of 50 push-ups.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8080FF">"Feel free to join me,"</span>Viv shot back. Jessa only tsk and waited for Viv to try again. Viv hated the fact that she was left here with Jessa as Tyler was sent out to take care of those closes to Slater. Crystal had declared that Viv was not suited for the missions at hand until Viv had enough strength to protect herself. They needed her to attract Slater and that won't happen if she was killed. A heavy sigh left her as she rubbed the sweat from her forehead.<br/><br/>"Today would be nice."<br/><br/>Sending a warning glare at Jessa, Viv went back work on regaing her strength back.