"Not when you're in danger." She whimpered slightly, kissing him back.
"Well, the solution is simple. Keep out of danger," he laughed dryly, turning his head slightly as he heard the train pull into the station.
"Well, this is where we depart for a while." She smiled, kissing him passionately, crushing his lips with hers. "I'll see you on the other side."
He kissed her back and reluctantly pulled away. "I love you," he whispered in her ear before stepping back a little, unwilling to leave.
"What's wrong?" She muttered, seeing his hesitant actions.
He shook his head. "Nothing. Don't drown." he turned and left, pushing through the crowd of people.
She appeared in front of him in a flash, quickly wrapping her arms around him tightly, kissing him once more. "Stay safe." She whispered into his ear.
"What do you think will go wrong on a train? Not quite as risky as walking on water," he laughed, returning the swift embrace.
"Oh a lot of things, plus I can't drown. I don't breathe, remember?" She laughed, kissing his cheek once more before pulling away.
"See you later," he muttered, turning to the machine that would give him a ticket.
She laughed, running in a flash to Dover where she would take the ferry's route to Calais, before running up to Paris.
When she got to Paris she grinned, seeing from the time board she still had ten minutes left so she headed to the nearest florist she bought a single red rose. Well, she used her glamour to make the shop-keeper give her the rose before she ran back to the station with time to spare. She waited on the platform for Lazarus’ train to pull in; when it did she let a small smile creep onto her lips. She stood there with slightly damp trousers from the sea-spray and a rose that hung loosely in her hand; waiting eagerly to see his face again.
Lazarus stared at the ceiling of the train for most of the journey, missing Melissa, even though they weren't going to be apart for very long. He wondered what it would be like to run across the water and spent the majority of his ceiling gazing time daydreaming about it. When the train pulled up at the station, he was still day dreaming until a man in a business suit told him they were in Paris in a thick French accent. He blinked and snapped back to reality, thanking the man. With a smile, Lazarus rose from his seat and walked out onto the platform, looking around. He saw Melissa not far away, and grinned widely as he approached her.
She held the rose in front of her, her smile growing even wider as she saw his face. "Welcome back!" She grinned gasping at her breaths as she took back what the wind had taken from her.
"Thank you," he said, taking the rose. "I was right then." he slipped an arm around her waist and kissed her firmly.
She nodded. "It was... exhilarating." She smiled kissing him back just as firm.
"Gotta be better than daydreaming on a train," he laughed.
"Well, if ever there is a next time I want to show you."
"I'd like to see."
She grinned foolishly, "I mean that is the best thing I have ever felt!" She exclaimed. He chuckled and took her hand, leading her off the platform. She squeezed his hand gently. “Well, maybe not the best thing.” She giggled.
"Hmm, what is the best thing then?"
"What's the best for you?" Her tone dropped from its original happiness to a deeper, more seductive tone.
"For me? I was asking you." He grinned. "But I think you know. It has to be when you are sitting next to me while I play the piano." He paused for a second and let his own tenor lower. "And the one that is apparently not a publicly mentionable thing," he finished with a wink.
"Hmm, oh me too. Definitely." She grinned.
"Nice to know I've still got it," he chuckled.
She raised an eyebrow. "You could've lost it?"
"It's a long time to have not done anything, you know,"
“Well, no I wouldn’t know. Never had it, remember?” She flushed a light pink as they appeared next to the apartments. She sat down on the low wall that lined the building and patted the space next to her, welcoming him to sit down beside her.
He sat beside her with a smile. "No, I know. But most guys complain after a week of nothing, let alone nearly a century."
"Oh well, I'm sorry then."
"What are you sorry for?" he asked, a little incredulous.
"I was trying to sympathise." she mumbled.
"Ahh, sorry, that one passed me by." He tried to smile.
She smiled warmly to him. "No need to be sorry." She wrapped her arms around his waist, letting her head rest on his shoulder.
He returned the embrace, turning to kiss the top of her head gently.
"They're back." She grinned as the delivery men lumbered around the corner.