.get.to.know.me.

.the words gaia spoke seemed to just keep pouring out from within her and even though it was a crazy thought, sam was afraid that she may drain herself of speaking abilities if she didn't stop. as she spoke, he found himself shaking his head, unwillingly listening to all the negative things she had to say about herself. yes, all the cons, though sam. all the cons that didn't exist, was more like it. in sam's 20/20 visioned eyes, gaia was perfect and perfect was gaia. they were the same; one in one. finally, when his head shaking hadn't silenced her, he found himself pulling his arms 'round her, and slowly lifting her off the stool.

"gaia?"

he murmured with raised 'brows, once she seemed to have quieted down a little.

"stop talking..."

he ordered in a clipped but soft, and rather pleading tone. and not really wasting a minute after saying that he grinned furiously and added,

"...or, i'll have to make you."

softly, his face tilted downwards, his lips gently landing down 'gainst hers. yeah... that was his silencing technique. with his heart resting right 'cross from hers, he was sure of everything; her; him; leaving heather; leaving NYC... everything was so goddamned clear that it was almost scary. gently, his grasp tightened 'round her, simply 'cause it was his way of voicing that he'd never, ever, ever let her go... nope, not ever again. he was here to stay, providing gaia'd let him.