Terrorism or Freedom Fighting

For the prompt: The hero and the sexy object of affection embraced in a lovers kiss on the rooftop under a full moon while an fully weaponized battle zeppelin explodes in the background.

“You’re the terror of my heart.”

She met his eyes without looking away, eyebrows drawn in, unblinking.

“Did you really just say that?” She asked.

“Yes?” He was a cute reporter, she could admit that in the privacy of her own mind, but he was also a little insane, she thought.

The night was black, with no cloud cover to obscure the sky and reflect the city lights back down on them. The moon was full, which had given her enough light for her work.


“Don’t do this,” he said, hands reaching out, entreating her. She could see his outline, highlighted in shades of blue and charcoal by the lantern in his hand.

“Do what?”

“My source says you were hired to – don’t do it. I don’t want you to-”

“Kill people?” A bit late to stop that habit.

“Go to jail!”

He made her smile. Best blind date she’d ever bothered to go on, this guy.

“That’s sweet.”

A bit late to the mark, but sweet.

“So, don’t do it. It’s not too late.”

She glanced behind him, at the zeppelin tethered in the field, covered in spotlights. Her target.

“Come over here,” she told him.

“Why?” he asked warily.

“Because I want you to, and you do as I say.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You really do.” It was one of his better qualities.

He stood still, silent, stubborn.

“I will break your fingers. I will not enjoy it, because I rather like your fingers, but I will. Talking to someone across a rooftop feels unfriendly. You want to be friendly.”

“That’s friendly?” He asked with a breathy laugh.

“Friendlier.” Her tone softened. “Come here, lover.”

He crossed the roof towards her. Behind him, the zeppelin’s tethering ropes began to cast off. She slipped an arm around his waist, and watched. He was stiff, but he didn’t pull away.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“Don’t thank me. I finished working half an hour ago. I’m off for the night.”

He flinched and tried to pull away, and she caught his wrists and pulled him in for a kiss.

Above them, the zeppelin burst into flames.