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For a moment, they sat in a dismal silence broken only by the constant drumming of the rain. Jefferson's voice, deep and lonesome, swelled above the orchestra of water and reached her shivering form. Emerald eyes lifted momentary to him, as her trembling knees sank into the dense sand, and some of her anger ebbed away in the face of his painful solitude.
But then a strong arm encircled her slender waist, and it was warm against her cold flesh, pulling her toward him. With a gasp of surprise, the Apothecary found herself hefted over one broad shoulder, the air knocked from her lungs by the movement. Breathlessly, she let out a sharp sound of disapproval, slender ivory hands slipping over his muscles back in an effort to right herself. It was no use - The cyclops seemed determined to carry her from the frigid water. "Jefferson!" She yelped, utterly mortified by the situation. Her yelling seemed to gain no reaction over the cacophony of the rain and the ocean, and so she shouted again, but the man continued to carry her.
With a furious expression lighting flames within eyes of pure shamrock green, she finally gave up, allowing her trembling body to lay limp over his surprisingly strong frame. The woman's beautiful auburn ringlets now clung to her face, damp and loose and in disarray from being tossed in such a way. It felt strange, to be hoisted so effortlessly, and it made her cross that he was so easily able to make her decisions void. However, her plan had, in some roundabout way, worked - No longer did the amputee sit stewing in his own darkness. Not while she was around.
When they reached the relative shelter of the treeline, she beat an angry fist lightly against his shoulderblades, and the man finally let her down. Her feet touched the ground lightly, but her legs were still numb, and losing her balance she tumbled back against the dark Alpha, using him as a momentary pillar of balance.
Then, a surprising sound welled forth - The noise of her own laughter, clear and light as bells. Anger melted away in hindsight of how ridiculous they had both been, her stubbornness and his bluntness. "You are a fool," The laughter spilled from her merrily, and as she laughed at them both, slight tears welled like crystal beads within her dancing eyes.