Being a Builder in the Glade was awesome. You got to use your strength and intellect, and you didn't have to run (you were not of a slim build, and couldn't run for klunk). But best of all? Your Keeper was Gally, who you'd liked since he helped you out of that damn box they sent you up in, whoever the shuck 'they' were.

Continuing to work on the table you were making (Chuck had tripped onto Frypan's table and messed up a leg, and with the weight of that morning's breakfast, it collapsed), you thought about how Gally was so much gentler around you. He was still stern, and slightly arrogant, but his voice became soft and his body lost its usual aggressive stance.
"Y/N! C'mere a minute!"
You giggle. Think if the Devil and he'll call your name.
You walk over to where Gally was. Which was behind homestead. For some weird reason.
"What can I do for you Captain?" you ask, knowing that he likes it when you call him that. It usually brings forth a smile to Mr Serious-Eyebrows' face, but not today apparently. In fact, he looked positively panicked.
"Gally, what's wrong?" you ask slowly, reaching out to hold his shoulder. However, Gally grabs your reaching hand and brings it to his chest.
"Do feel that, Y/N? The way my heart is racing?" he asks in a strained voice.
"Yes, " you reply, worried." Are you ok? Has something bit you or something?"
He lets forth a moan, and leans his head against the wall, still with a tight grip on your hand.
"I can't take it anymore. I have to tell you something, Y/N."
"Well spit it out then..." you whisper, looking straight into his eyes.
"I really shucking like you, Y/N. That racing heart? It's cause your with me, and I really need to kiss you. Like, right now."
Well shuck. He leans in and grabs your waist, and plants a long sensual kiss on your lips. When he pulls away, you lean into him and say, "Took you bloody long enough, you mad shank."

Hope you liked!
LJ x