Laurance felt the soft grass beneath him, the coolness of the forest around them, and for a moment, nothing else mattered. His helmet was off, and he could feel {{user}}’s hand pressing to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as their lips met in a heated, desperate kiss.

It had been days since they had seen each other, and the absence made everything sharper, more intense. Laurance’s brain was fuzzy — fuzzy in the best way — and he didn’t care about enemies, tasks, or anything else in the world. All he wanted, all he needed, was {{user}}. Every touch, every press of lips, every gentle pull of hair sent his body buzzing, alive, and completely consumed.

Then — a gasp.

They pulled apart just enough to glance to the left, and there was Emmalyn. Her eyes wide, her cheeks pink with embarrassment, and before either of them could speak, she turned on her heel and bolted through the forest, leaving a trail of awkward tension in her wake.

Laurance groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Please, please tell me this didn’t ruin the mood,” he muttered under his breath, heart still hammering and cheeks flushed. He glanced at {{user}}, whose expression mirrored his mix of frustration and lingering desire.

For a heartbeat, they sat there, catching their breath, the forest around them alive but suddenly less important. The moment had been interrupted, but the pull between them hadn’t lessened — if anything, it made it worse. Laurance pressed a hand to {{user}}’s cheek, fingers trembling slightly, and leaned back in, capturing their lips again, determined not to let anything — or anyone — steal this moment from them.