Salvador chuckled at the fallen alien girl's comment. While she had eggs pouring out of her, he had looked away respectfully, and even now she still seemed to know what was what. Picking off the charred remains of his shirt from his shoulders, Salvador's inky black eyes peered into Sam's looking for any signs of further injury. She was a hero like him but they weren't as invincible as they all opted to believe as he'd learned a while ago.<br/><br/>Reaching behind her ear, he pulled out what he thought was going to be a cigarette. When it flared to life, the startled hero dropped the sparkler and watched it for beat.<i><span style="color: DarkViolet">Real smooth.</span></i>, he thought as he reached behind his own head and pulled out a comically small stick of dynamite labelled "POW!". With an audible groan, he flicked it away and rolled onto his back.<br/><br/>Pulling up on the chin of his mask, it clung to his face.<i><span style="color: DarkViolet">It's fine, no Dusk left. Just their shit.</span></i>With another sharper tug, the mask detached, becoming separate from his skin. Shifting it to the top of his face, Salvador's foggy gray eyes darted to the naked alien. Finally breathing in the goo's vapors, he could feel that burning radiating out from his chest. He'd always had an eye on Sam, but then again it seemed like every single thing with a dick had it out for the exotically green girl from the far off planet. He'd started fantasizing about this kind of situation, trying to picture the curves just right, the bend of her thighs, the curvature of her breasts, and now it was there. It was real and it was in his face and his brain was blubbering and he was drawing a blank on what to say.<br/><br/>Flirting was easy but actually talking was harder than anything, especially the growing bulge in his pants. Raising a finger, he tried to start a word but only succeeded in making some kind of vowel before trailing off. Panic was in his stomach and clawing its way up through his chest, its icy grip momentarily quenching the fire that had started to spark in him.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkViolet">"I..y-...Shit, umm. Fuck. I-uh-I, wait."</span><br/><br/>With a sudden jerk, Salvador brought his face to Sam's and kissed her.While it didn't last for more than a fleeting second, in his head<a class="externalLink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2W1Wi2U9sQ&amp;t=3m5s" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">the 1812 Overture's finale</a>blared loudly to a backdrop of exploding fireworks and with it a surge of confidence hit him.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkViolet">"I like you, and as much as I want this to happen, it can't be like this with goo making you want it."</span><br/><br/>Salvador stood up and looked around, seeing some of the others get down to business. Looking down, he could see a shred of Sam's jacket with the corner of a box poking out of a flap. With a laugh he stooped down and picked up the box of cigarettes. Sitting back down next to Sam, he placed a relatively unharmed cigarette in her palm.<br/><i><span style="color: DarkViolet"><br/>
You couldn't just fuck her, could you? You idiot, you blew it.</span></i>he thought as his hardened member twitched in agreement<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>