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Only good thing to come out of it--

[ He shakes his head. Now isn't a good time to ruminate about his failed marriages. ]

Present company included. [ Toned like an agreement. He felt the same way. ]

Think I would have gone stir crazy if you hadn't shared that bottle with me a few months back. Thrown myself out an airlock. What do you think's with that, anyway?

[There was a smile from her when he said the same thing.]

I'm not sure. Maybe you felt overwhelmed with things and you just needed someone to talk to and have a drink with. A stranger. Someone who wouldn't judge.

[They knew each other now of course but back then, Bela wasn't having the best time of it. She still wasn't, even now.]

Nice to know that I made a difference.

[ If one had applied to him and her both, then there was nothing to stop the other from meaning the same. Someone to have a drink with, someone who wouldn't judge. He squeezed her shoulder where he still held it, smiled a soft, bordering flirtatious smile. ]

You made more than a difference. You proved to me that everyone on this ship wasn't crazy, and if all else failed I still knew where to find someone who could talk sense. That's not really replaceable in any situation.

[ A pause. ]

I wouldn't be sharing my view of home with you if I didn't appreciate it. Call it a thank you.

[In the beginning, she was adamant about not making connections here, but it soon became apparent that she would need to in order to survive. He had kept her sane.

The squeeze to her shoulder draws an almost playful look as she fiddled with his collar, the touch light.]

Well, I could have told you that I wasn't crazy. [She laughs briefly.] It's nice to have someone that you can have a decent conversation with and share a story or two.

[Her gaze drifts out to the skyline before she looks at him again.]

You're welcome. Maybe one day I'll let you into my world a little, yeah?

Maybe. Supposing we really do get stuck here forever. Settle down on a planet somewhere, and what we had at home will seem so far away it isn't worth hiding any more.

[ It sounded crazy to his ears. Settle down on a planet somewhere? When had that ever been an option? Since Nathan had arrived, he'd been adamant that he could get everyone home. Now it just seemed like a pipe dream. There was nothing left that was real except everyone else.

Nathan reached up, touching his fingers to the back of her hand at his collar, then gently guided them up to touch his face, the move nothing if not deliberate - bold - his eyes closing as skin touched skin. ]

You make me wish I hadn't brought you somewhere so cold.

Millions of miles from home. [She paused.] A planet might be safer than the ship. We wouldn't have to worry about jumps.

[Bela wanted to go home, back to her life where she knew what to expect and had more control. It seemed less likely, the longer she stayed on the ship. The only thing she could do was to keep going and hope.

Definitely a bold move but she could admire that. Moreover, Bela could use a little human contact. Her fingers brushed along his face and she smiled, sliding them across his jawline before they reached his cheek again. She's confident with the touch and yet gentle at the same time, watching as his eyes closed.]

I hear the Bahamas are lovely this time of year.

[Bela said half-teasingly as she leaned in closer to him, knowing that this moment could lead to just about anything.]

Usually I offer a better rate for air miles.

[ But the Bahamas are still only as far away as going out and resetting the program. What the hell, though; there's no point in ruining the moment, and the cold is escapist in its own right, Nathan thinks. Maybe he'll take her somewhere warm for their next date. Or maybe somewhere real, somewhere they can touch, even if it happens to be on board the Tranquility. There's been spots in the gardens that he finds incredibly beautiful--worth exploring, sharing.

Putting down his glass of wine, still held in one hand, he reaches up to frame her face with it, no hesitation at all when he leans in to kiss her.

It's a lonely ship, and he's light years from home, alone, divorced, betrayed. But a kiss is always worth a thousand words. Maybe he doesn't know her, but how many women has he known in the last few years? Did it really matter? The kiss he gives is gentle, the briefest brush of lips to lips, but offering more if she reciprocates; an invitation. ]

[Bela laughs at that, shaking her head slightly. The truth was, she wouldn't mind a trip to the Bahamas or anywhere else really. But that would mean going home and if she was home, then she wouldn't have met Nathan in the first place.

She expected the kiss, she just wasn't sure when it would happen. Or where more to the point. But it didn't matter so much. Bela had to seize the good moments when they happened and this was one of those moments. One that she was going to fully embrace.

Careful not to push too hard in the beginning, Bela keeps the kiss light and soft, her hand still cupping his cheek while the other rests on his side. She could taste the wine he had been drinking on his lips and it only drew her in more as she presses closer.]

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