''I think my legs just gave out. Can't get up.''
Jackson looked at Emma while stroking her hair gently, and keeping her in his arms. He smiled, and of course, there was nothing wrong with his legs. Jackson had a strong sense of duty, but even if so unlikely him, he couldn't simply get up and get going, he was here, on a quiet grass hill, with the person that was the most important to him. In her, he would see the true him. And come whatever may, but if he would get lost as much as he would everytime he looked into her gorgeous eyes, then the world could go to hell for all he would care. He held her in his arms, and sighed.
''I guess it would be nice if you could stop time. Why'd you choose fire power?''
Jackson huffed at his own words and before Emma would blast him with a surge of pure heat, corrected himself.
''On second thought, I'll never be cold like this. I could call you Fireplace instead of Firefly, but then I'd be opening the doors to a lot of Juggernaut metaphors.''
A moment to last forever, Jackson looked into Emma's eyes again, and this time, he forgot where he was. As if Emma had a trick up her sleeve and did stop time. The moon shined into her eyes, giving them even more of a sparkle then usual, and Jackson did honestly not know if he was dreaming or not.