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Emerson nuzzled her hair a bit, enjoying her presence as much as she did. "I am enjoying this too... But you seem to be not used to dating... You don't have to be anyone special, Ezra. I don't judge." He snaked his other arm around her for a nice little embrace. "Of course, I am not used to... attention... It has been a while since I felt like this. And I think I don't want this to end."
Ezra felt a little sheepish at Emerson's deduction of her love life. It was true. She wasn't used to this sort of thing. Dragoon lived hard lives, and it often left very little in the way of romance. It was one of the many reasons why fraternization wasn't frowned upon. When you weren't sure if you were going to die tomorrow, you lived for today. But that usually only resulted in shallow flings. Two bodies sharing warmth on a cold night and nothing more. Ezra never saw the point of that.
On top of that, Ezra always found dating to be a difficult task. She was often the girl left unpicked, the friend who sat on the couch and watched as her friend made out with the handsome jock, the girl who always felt unwanted.
Yet here she was, in the arms of this great guy. Someone she finally felt a connection with.
She glanced up and Holiday had a sense of dejâ vu. ....Amita? he thought. He quickly pushed it away, instead focusing all on her. What that was, it was in the past. What was now, it was now. "No, I don't think. I don't want it to end."
Of course, it was as they got to Hammond that Emerson found himself wanting to kiss her. This time, he decided to hell with it. He tentatively leaned down a bit, heart a-pounding.
"Hammond Inc.! 13.74cr, please!"
He winced at that. Ah well... At least we are here...
Ezra had seen him move in, and felt the world shatter around them when the damn cabby landed the spinner in front of the Hammond building. She hated the poor timing if it all. How fast the ride had been. It felt like the universe was trying to take this away from her. Denying her what she wanted.
Ezra had decided that was enough. She pulled herself up to meet Emerson's lips and kissed him right there in the cab. All the while, the cabby sighed and rolled his eyes, clearly this wasn't the first time something like this had happened.
Ezra didn't care anymore. Didn't care if this was a first date faux pas. She knew what she wanted. And she didn't know what tomorrow would bring. For all she knew, it would bring another mutant from hell, one that would take her down and the last thing she'd feel wouldn't be the fear of dying, but the regret for not kissing this wonderful man in front of her.
No. Life was too uncertain. Too short and unfair to let a good thing pass you by when it is right there in front of you.
So yeah, she kissed the hell out of him in that cab.