He knew that some soldiers out there would have seen that Samara was a woman and would have tried to have their way with her. That's why he made sure that he was not conveying the same message as that as he danced with her. However, dancing was very harmless and a quite common thing for even two straight male soldiers to do back at base. He just wanted Samara to be aware that he wasn't like that and that every intention he had didn't have a single thing to do with the idea of a sexual experience.

Right now, in the room, they were nothing but two bodies dancing in the fire. The sun must have started to set because now the room was filled with their shadows dancing around as night started to approach.

"Would it be such a shame to admit you've got me flustered?"

He paused a little at her words. He felt his heart flutter in his chest which was a wired unfamiliar feeling to him. He pulled back to say something but then the power went out in the room. The radio stopped and the sound of electric fire alarms beeping filled the air. Just great, power outage. That also meant no heat to the building.

He pulled away, thinking more clearly now. What was he doing here? Dancing with the enemy whenever they were in a not-so-good situation.

He stepped back from her, looking away to avoid the expression on her face,"We need to conserve energy. I don't know how long we are going to be here."

He purposely looked away. He didn't want to see the hurt on Samara's face when he pulled away. They couldn't be doing this. They were enemy soldiers. Most importantly, Fabian didn't have time to waste on relationships. He didn't want to be chasing after anyone, especially someone he was supposed to loathe.

His gaze briefly followed the shape of her figure as she peered out the window. He wanted to warn her not to do that but no warning came. Besides, looking out was okay. He looked away before she begin talking about finding blankets.

"There's bedrooms by the bathroom. Don't take to long," He warned her gently, turning his back and going to snoop out some candles. He thought he had seen some in the kitchen. It was going to be a long night for sure.

Fabian had to admit, dancing with Samara had felt nice. He liked the way they had danced so close to each other, the feeling of her breath against his neck, and the way she drew circles from his nape. That feeling was nice. He found himself stupidly wishing for that moment to return as he searched for the candles.

He found them and pulled out a lighter. He wasn't a smoker but he learned early on that having a lighter came in handy. Many of the soldiers back on base did smoke and so did enemy soldiers. Sometimes you could make a bargain with them if it included a light.

He lit one of the candles, leaving it in the kitchen and then came back to see that Samara had found the blankets. And she had been quite successful.

"I got a candle," The only light in the room was coming from the fire place. It wasn't much, especially since there wasn't much wood in there. He lit the candle with his lighter and sat it on the CD shelf, moving the radio to the floor,"Hope you like Lilac and Honeysuckle."

Fabian had his back turned so he didn't see Samara jump. His gaze had been on getting the candles lit after all. It was pretty dark in the house but the areas he had been were familiar to him already. He was sure looking for blankets in this house had been a fun journey.

But Samara had them. He only briefly glanced at her when she spoke. In all honesty, he was avoiding looking at her. He didn't want to think of her in any way but the enemy. What happened earlier...that was just typical horomonial factors. Everyone had horomones, that seemed believably the cause of what happened. Maybe if he didn't look at her...maybe he could forget all about what happened.

"I love handmade, knitted blankets. Nothing feels more like home than cuddling up against the fire place with grandma's favorite knitting blanket, hot tea, and a good book," He commented, remembering Christmas. Being in the foster care, he had lots of Christmases with many different grandparents. He would never forget the elderly couple that made him feel most at home with a blanket, hot tea, and a good book.

He chose to sit on the floor, grabbing one of the blankets and wrapping it around his body. It was a knitted one, reminding him more of his life in between families. He drew his knees to chest and gave a sigh,"Do you ever miss them? Your family?"

He was sure Samara had a family. He missed the moments of dreaming what a family would consist of. He missed the joy it brought him to imagine what type of family he would have. Of course, none of it mattered now. He would never know what a real family felt like.

Fabian would never know what it was like to have a family bu if it hurt as much as the thought of having one...he could only imagine. He knew other soldiers did have to worry about their family and miss them. In a way, he was lucky, he never had to worry about anything like that.

His gaze drifted toward her as she mentioned her dad. She didn't have the type of family that he thought of when invisioning his own but that was okay. Looking at her, he could see how much she loved her father and missed him. It must be tough, to have a relationship like that and not be able to see him much.

"There are perks to being a soldier but also many disadvantages..." He said softly, forcing his gaze to look away when all he wanted to do was study her a little long. He tried to ignore that,"But it's great you have a family-even if it's just your father. I've given my whole life to wishing I had a connection like that."

He hadn't told anyone that he didn't have a family. To the rest of his soldier friends, they thought he had joined being some arrogant kid who wanted college paid for. Little did they know that he had actually joined to gain a sense of family, pride, and commitment. Also being a soldier kept him from being homeless or in jail.