The snow crunches under your feet and you pull your jacket up against your ears, trying to block out some of the chilling air. You curse at yourself for following him out here but you can't help it. You know he's been hurting, you've seen it, they've all seen it- but they have chosen to ignore it. But you can't, not anymore.

You let out sigh of relief as you see him standing up ahead and you pick up your pace. You stop beside him and he glances over at you for a second before he returns his gaze back to the valley below you.

"Nice night," you comment as you glance over at him, your body aching to reach out to him.

"Sure," he shrugs as he pulls his jacket tighter against his body. "It's a little cold."

"You've been out here for awhile," you state as you glance back at the cabin. It looks so tiny in the darkness; it's been your home for the past few months. "Are you going to come back in?"

"Why?" He gasps, closing his eyes. "Someone missing me?"

"I was," you whisper and his eyes dart to you.

"You?" He questions a crooked smile forming on his lips.

"Yeah-" you shrug, trying to play it off.

"Too much estrogen in the air?" He chuckles and its nice to see him in a good mood.

"Maria and Isabel are whining again about it being too cold and dirty." You explain. "And Max and Liz are too busy being all lovey dovey to notice."

"Good times," he sighs, shaking his head.

"Yeah," you agree.

"Let's get out of here," he suggests, turning to you. "I can't take it anymore-" he begins running his hand through his hair. "Maria is driving me insane- we just don't work. Max is-" He groans. "Max is so fucking, deliriously happy that it makes it hurt to even look at him and he thinks we are safe, he won't consider anything else."

"I know," you utter in response and he sighs in relief.

He grabs your hand and you suck in a quick breath. "Kyle," he whispers. "Let's leave."

"Michael," you sigh as you heart continues to race. "We can't-"

"Fuck." He groans and tightens his grip on your hand and you are suddenly so much closer, your bodies almost touching.

"You can leave-" you offer and he shakes his head.

"Can't," he grunts and suddenly you can't think anymore as he slides his free hand against your arm and than down your back.

"Why?" You find yourself questioning as you look up at him, his intense gaze locking with yours.

"Please, Kyle." He whispers as he tugs you closer and your chest collides with his. It's the most contact you've had with him and it's more than you can take. "Let's leave."

"Michael," you begin, not sure if that is the best idea, but all you can think about is how warm he feels, how his warm breath tickles your ear, how scorching hot his touch is through your jacket. And you want more.

"Kyle," he hisses as he lowers his head slightly, his lips brushing against your ear. "Come with me."

The double meaning isn't missed by you and you suck in a quick breath. "Yes." You answer and he pushes you against the nearest tree.

"Good," he exhales as he pins you to the tree, his hands everywhere and suddenly his lips are pressed against yours.

"God," You gasp, opening your mouth, needing to taste him. The kiss is heated and rough, and it's the best kiss you've ever had.

"What about Buddha?" He chuckles, nipping at your lips and you moan into his mouth.

"Who?" You groan as his hand slips under your sweater and tugs roughly at your nipple. "Michael," you hiss as you run your hands under his sweatshirt and you suck on his lower lip.

The next few minutes are nothing but a haze of fevered touches and scorching kisses. You are so engrossed in each other that you don't hear him approach until he screams your names in frustration.

"Michael. Kyle." Max's voice cries out once more and you still your movements, not willing to let go of him.

"What?" Michael snaps as he continues to rub his hand up and down your abdomen.

"What the fuck do you think you two are doing?" Max asks sharply, staring at us.

"Living," you reply and you love the way that Michael chuckles beside you, holding you.

"I can't accept this," Max groans, shaking his head.

"You don't have too," he grins snaking his fingers in between yours. "We're leaving. Together."

Your heart skips a beat, and you still aren't sure if this will work, or if you will be safe, but it's the best thing to happen to you in years. "We're leaving."

The End