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Luca M. Feygor

Feeling her hand tug at his shirt, Luca felt bewildered as he was drawn in abruptly. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoyed the sensation of her supple lips, but Rue's reaction afterwards was the real icing on the cake. Rue’s body seized up as her widening eyes met his, her consciousness swimming awake suddenly as the realisation hit her like a volt of electricity. For the moment he savoured the proximity of her sweet scent, finding delight in her every squeak as she struggled vainly in surprise.

"Luca!” She cried as he finally allowed Rue to pull away from him. The color had magically returned to her cheeks as she fought to recover both her breath and composure. She looked up at him in distress, but nonetheless awake.

Luca grinned teasingly at her to diffuse the mood as he leaned back. Like ever, his eyes danced with amusement at Rue’s expression of sheer embarrassment, even in this situation. Before she could speak further he pressed a finger over her lips.

“My sincerest apologies if i wasn’t to your liking. I promise later I’ll let you do whatever you want with me in return,” Luca began before casting a serious face at the behemoth, “But, first we need to deal with the situation at hand.” He paused to let the words sink in before slowly removing his finger. Nervously, his eyes glanced at the wound again, wondering how long he could sustain her attention this time.

“You mentioned Snow could do something about the fire. Can you still help?” Luca said next, encouraging her thoughts.