<div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><br/><em>"Keep going. As planned.  Work off your aggression, or it will eat you up. But the company needs you in peak condition. Gripping the controls of a 'Mech is hard when you shred your fists," </em><br/><br/>There was something surprisingly warm about the way Damian's arms wrapped around her that Allia found comforting.  He was tentative, it was obvious that he hadn't expected to be the one giving comfort and moral support.  But there he was, his arms wrapped around Allia and something about the closeness stirred a feeling deep inside of her that wasn't pain or sorrow.<br/><br/>His words struck at that feeling inside and sparked across it like a match, setting off a fire in her belly that began to smolder like her mech's reactor slowly warming.<em>Work off your aggression or it will eat you up.</em>His words echoed in her mind as his scent filled her head.  There was something strangely exciting about being this close to Damian that Allia had never felt before.  Maybe it was the circumstances, the pain, the need to work off the aggression.  There was something hard and unavailable about the mistique behind Damian, but somehow he had let her in past his armor.  She saw something that she was sure most didn't.<br/><br/>"I've never lost anyone like this before." She said looking up at him.  Her eyes locked with his.  She was tiny compared to Damian's strong muscular frame.  The way he looked down at her, the way his hands felt along the sweaty bare skin on her back, the way his scent intruded into her mind, stoked the fire in her belly.  "How do you channel....I....I've never lived through something like this before."  Her voice was soft, almost a whisper as she looked up with a look of longing at Damian's eyes, her body still pressed firmly against his.