So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?

Jane woke up slowly. She felt warm and safe. She lifted her head and looked at Cillian. A soft smile appeared on her face and she snuggled closer. There was a weird feeling between her legs and it hurt a bit, but it wasn't that bad, that she couldn't bare it.

JAne closed her eyes again, hoping she hadn't awaken him. She wanted to stay like this a while longer.

Cillian had a good sleep for once. Feeling Jane stirr he kissed her head. Not bothering to wake her up. He just enjoyed this for a moment. As if there was nothing wrong. As if he wasn't in prison. But somewhere else somewhere without troubles. He sighed deeply. This was so nice.

Jane opened her eyes again and touched his chest, caressing it gently. This was something like a little piece of heaven in this hell. She wondered if this would have any consequences. But nothing could keep her away from Cillian now. Love always finds a way.

He sighed deeply. Just enjoying the warmth of her body against his and her slim hand on his chest. "Jane.." Cillian whispered. She just looked like an angel. Her skin soft. Her naked body pressed against his. A natural beauty. And she was with him. It was something he had not dared to think about before. But now. They were together. And happy. He couldn't wish for more. And would hate the day they would change cells again.

Jane looked up to Cillian. "Hey...", she smiled softly. "How are you feeling?", she leaned her head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. Her eyes closed again, she felt so relaxed.

Smiling. As he heard her voice. "I'm feeling amazing. I'm happy..." Cillian opened his eyes. Looking at her. "What could I feel else? I have a beautifull angel close to me. I wouldn't want for anything else. " Cillian let his hand caress her back. Closing his eyes again. "How do you feel?" his tone was soft. Like a prayer. Or a secret. He couldn't describe it. What he was feeling. It was perfection.

"I'm happy too. It's like a dream...", she wrapped her arms around him. "I don't want it to turn into hell, I*m scared you leave me, leave me for someone else.", she tightened her grip. She wasn't the angel, he told her to be. Jane was scared what will happen, if he finds out. Or if he would find another woman in here, that would please him more than her. Jane sighed sadly. She didn't meant to destroy the mood.

Her tight grip did not make it comfortable. "Who else should I replace you with?" cillian asked as he frowned ever so slightly. Sitting up with her in his arms. Cillian moved her head up ny her chin. "Why would you think that? I won't just use you." his hand gently slipped through her hair. "You are everything I need." it was true. He needed that affection. It made him feel alive. These three months? He had slowly become numb. She woke him up again.

When he sat up, Jane grimaced shortly. It felt weird. THen she sighed again. "THere are a lot o fbeautiful women in this prison.", she bit her lower lip. She losened her grip looking at him.

Cillian raised his eyebrow. "So? Come on Jane don't be so insecure." He let go off her aswell. Standing up as he put on his underwear. Handing hers. "Don't say such a things. This is not a dating game." looking at her. Cillian went through his hair. "There are beautiful women in here yes. But this is still prison. And I won't tell every single 'beautiful' I love her. That is .." Cillian shook his head. "Don't think I am that kind of person."

Jane took her underwear and knead it in her hands. She didn't knew what to do, so she took her lower lip between her lips. "Sorry.", she mumbled. She felt so stupid. Jane knew he was a gentleman, but in her eyes, there were some women in here, that were much prettier than she was. And men loved pretty women.

Cillian took one hand of her in his. Placing a kiss on it. "Don't worry too much Jane. You are special.'' though he had doubts his words would reach her. Cillian turned to take his other clothes. Putting them back on. He gritted his teeth a bit. His back still hurt a bit. With a bit of trouble he took Jane her clothes handing them to her. "You must be a bit cold without clothes and my arms around you." giving her a smirk. It was a big sarcastic but not meant to hurt her feelings.

Jane took her clothing and put them slowly back on. First her underwear and then the shirt and jumpsuit. Then she sat back on the bed, still quiet. She believed him, just didn't knew what to say. It was her fault that the peaceful mood vanished.

Jane stood up and walked towards Cillian. She grabbed his shirt and made him move towards her. There were so many emotions in her, she couldn't express.So she moved to her tiptoes and kissed him gently. Hoping he would understand all of them mixed feelings inside her.

Cillian looked down as she pulled him closer. Feeling her lips on his. He gently placed his hand on her back. He understood her fear. But she should also understand that he wasn't a player. He'd have to be atleast twenty years younger for that. And not in prison. But in a club with a drink in his hand. Possibly. Cillian let his hand carefully pull her closer.

Jane sighed softly in the kiss. He doesn't seemed to be as angry at her as she thought he would be, after what she said. Slowly she losened the kiss and layed her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, which never failed to make her feel safe.

He let her do what she needed. As his hand went through her hair. "Want to do something?" Cillian asked smirking as he looked down. "Something besides having sex and cuddling."

Jane opened her eyes. "What do you want to do?", she had no real idea what he wanted. There was nothing much to do in these cells.

Cillian smiled. One hand moved on hers. Slowly dancing with her. Humming a slow melody. Dipped her and pulled her back up. Snickering at her reaction.

Jane's eyes widened in surprise. He wanted to dance? "I'm a bad dancer.", she mumbled, but her cheeks got rose.

Cillian smiled wide. "You are the most adorable female when you blush." Slowly moving from side to side. "I am a horrible dancer aswell. But unless you sugest something else." He winked at her. Twirling her around.

Jane blushed deeper. "M-maybe we should continue dancing.", it was actually nice to dance with him in a place like this.

Cillian held her close. He began thinking. If they were.seperated. Would she..miss him? He hoped she wouldn't go crazy. "Jane.." He began talking. Cillian clenched his teeth. "If we get a cell change again. I don't want you to think too much. Don't worry about me okay?" He knew he was kinda a joy breaker now. But he wanted Jane to be assured there was nothing going to happen. Holding her in his arms. "Just whatever happens.." Leaning his forehead against hers. "We will be okay.."

Jane tightened, but then nodded. "Okay... But I will miss you...", she hided her face in his shirt. She would worry about him anyway.

Cillian held her close. "I'll miss you too." His chin on her head. Gently caressing her back. It felt empty already. Her warm body in his embrace. Her sometimes confusing words. Her kisses. Just everything about her. He would miss it. She had grown into a intelligent and beautifull woman. And he was slightly worried she would be paired up with some rapist. Or even Gaston. "But maybe we can talk through the wall with each other." Cillian kissed the top of her head. Trying to sound a bit more positive.

Jane lifted her head to look at him. That would be an option, if they had the luck to do so. She sighed, touched her lips with her fingers, whom seemed to be cold somehow. Then she stood on her tiptoe and kissed Cillian tenderly. "Maybe.", she smiled at him, before she felt somehow sleepy. Jane sunk in Cillian's arms, her eyes closed.