Anya chuckled slightly. "It'll be easier to style when its soaked." She replied as she messed about with his hair. In truth, as soon as he went under the water again it would get all messed up again, Anya knew that, but it was fun to play about with his hair for a little bit. After a short while, she sat back a little and gave a grin before meeting his eyes brightly. "Sorted!" She chirped happily. She found that once she jad met his gaze that she couldn't look away again. This kept on happening... but it didn't matter. She refused to be the one to look away this time. If Sage wanted to pull away, put her in check or go back to messing about, then that was up to him to end it.

Sage met here eyes and chuckled. "I guess that's true. I don't usually mess with it." In truth, he never did anything with his hair....he didn't feel the need to make it look decent since he's just mess it up again. But he had enjoyed Anya playing around with it, he could admit that. He could feel the blush deepen slightly and his heart speed up, though it didn't make him want to look away. Ugh, it was happening again. Though, it didn't seem awkward this time. He gave Anya a small smile, almost a shy one. "You know, you're really pretty," he murmured, feeling his face get redder once he said that. If she took it the wrong way, things could get really awkward again. He desperately hoped it wouldn't.

Anya felt her cheeks flush up the longer she looked over his features... but it wasn't just the way he looked at her... it was the way she could trust whatever he said to be genuine... real. Sage was so real, and right now, she was lost in how amazing that was. That he was just as lost in her eyes as she was in his. Right now, she had him... and she would give all of herself to him. Her heart rate quickened when he spoke, along with her cheeks reddening even more. She didn't know how to reply... she had gotten used to them just teasing each other, and now, this seemed like he meant it. Coming from Sage, in a setting like this, it meant the world. What was she meant to say? Something sweet probably, to make him feel good, but it took a while for her to finally speak again, and it wasn't at all how she had intended. Although a little flustered, she leaned in a little with a soft smile."You're prettier." She whispered, feeling herself get even redder, if that was possible. Shit, was she making a joke? It was genuine, but she hoped it didn't come across as mocking... they had gone over that he was more on the ruggedly handsome side than pretty... but she hadn't a clue what else to say in this kind of mood.

Sage chuckled and shook his head. He didn't see how she could see him as pretty...not with all the scars and bruises and how gaunt he was from living with barely enough food. He appreciated the compliment though...he'd never heard something like that before. "No I'm not," he protested lightly. "I barely look human." He cocked his head slightly, moving closer to Anya. "But you? Your eyes look exactly like the stars above us," he murmured. It could be seen as cheesy, he supposed, but based off of his very red cheeks, and her blush as well, they were both being genuine here. He was glad...they were lost in eachother, and it wasn't awkward at all. If she asked, he'd give himself to her, even if he knew they shouldn't be doing it. She already had his heart, why not give her the rest of him? If this was their last night, if Anya was willing enough, maybe...just maybe...they could act like they were in love. How they'd been longing to act for a while now.

Anya felt her heart skip a beat when he edged closer... butterflies filled her stomach, and she was rendered speechless. Why couldn't she reply? She wanted to say something that made him feel the way she did... why had she been so confident earlier? And why couldn't she be so bold now? She could say all the right things as a joke... but now, she couldn't utter a word. She had gotten herself flustered, nervous, even. She had never been in a situation like this and quite frankly, it scared her. Yet, she was prepeared to give her all to him... to be his, even if it was just for the night. She didn't want this to end... in fact, she was leaning in even more, gravitating towards him. This was what she wanted, it had been for a long time, but now, she was terrified of making the wrong move. But it seemed like Sage was taking the lead of the talking side of things... which was more than enough for her. "But you're just so..." she paused for a moment, letting out a slightly shaky breath... god, was she shaking? She had to get a grip. "You're just so perfect. Even with you scars and bruises... you've become apart of my world." She murmured, realising how bland that sounded... but really, she was just pleased she managed to say anything at all.

Sage's mind went blank. He couldn't think of a response. She'd just said, more or less, that she thought his scars, mostly all the things he despised about himself, were...perfect? That he was perfect? And that he meant so much to her? His mind whirled, and by now their faces were only centimeters apart. Gosh, what was there to say? No one, not even Lizzie, had ever said anything like that to him. It was almost like he was dreaming. But no, if he was dreaming he wouldn't feel her breath running down his neck, wouldn't feel the heat of his blush on his cheeks. Wouldn't feel the urge to move forward and kiss the girl. But he couldn't do that, could he? He wasn't supposed to, but then again none of this was supposed to be happening, and it was. His eyes searched hers, looking for something, though he wasn't sure what. He'd leave himself open, vulnerable when he thought about it, and if she wanted him, she could have him. But it wasn't his place to make a move. Wasn't his choice to act like that tonight. But she could make that choice.

Anya felt something inside her jolt a little when she got no response, trying to read him a little better, worried that she had said or done something wrong. But no... if she had, he wouldn't be searching her eyes like he was. He was trying to read her for some sort of sign just as much as she was on him. Why was she so scared to make a move? He was right in front of her... mere inches away. All she would have to do as tilt a little father forward and she could kiss him. Sage could handle the talking... but she almost felt like it was her department to make that move. And she would... there was nothing she wanted more as of then, but what would she do? Sage had a lot more... experience in this sort of thing than she did... and that thought scared her too. She almost had to give herself a little pep talk in the space of a moment before glancing briefly from his eyes to his lips, then back to him, almost as though she was asking some sort of question. Her eyes searched for an an 'ok' for a little while before taking a soft breath to calm herself. The girl leaned in a tiny bit closer, if that was possible, and gently placed a hand under his chin again as she had before. Her gaze fell back to his lips again before make one small movement and finally pressing the softest kiss to them, almost as though she was testing out the waters before sitting back a bit, almost as though she was waiting for a sign to continue... to go further than just a small peck on the lips. If she thought her heart was beating fast earlier, this put that to shame. She could almost hear it... and Lord she hoped Sage couldn't... that would just show how absolutely terrified she was.

Sage felt his heart skip a beat when she leaned forward and tilt his head upwards. For a split second he was almost afraid she would pull back, wouldn't make contact. But she did. It was a whisper of a kiss, but in the smallest touch he could tell she loved him, she really did. He had been kissed more times than he could count, but none of them were like this. None of them made him feel this way. And he wanted more...not less. Anya hadn't moved much...he could still feel her breath on his face and neck. Did she want more too? It seemed like it. He was nervous, yes, but not about her. Not about what she'd do. He was scared she's back away now. Now that she'd given him the slightest glimpse at what being loved felt like. He kicked himself up so he was sitting on the edge next to her, being careful to keep her hand on his face, trying to let her know he was fine. This wasn't the tavern, and she wasn't a customer. He had a choice here, and he was saying yes.

Once Sage had landed on the edge next to her, she felt herself calm down a little... he wanted this too. To be together while they still could. She shifted a little, putting herself in a slightly better angle before going in to kiss the boy again... this time deeper, and a a fair bit longer than the small peck she had given him just before. Her heart was still racing, almost to the point that it hurt... but it was worth it to be with Sage. Why hadn't they done something like this sooner? Why only now was it that she had decided to let this happen? They could have been so much more than friends in the short time they had known each other... whatever. They were finally starting to act like the dumb teenagers in love that they were... and Anya couldn't say she didn't like it. Quite the opposite, actually. Despite how scared she was, she wanted to explore it more... to know what it was like to love someone the way she did Sage. Her hands wandered a little bit away from his face, one hand entwining in his hair again, and the other resting on his chest as she slowly got a little bit more passionate with her kisses.

Sage could feel his heart beating a mile a minute...no pounding was a better word. He could feel the flush on his face, too, but both of those things were nothing compared to the thrills that were running up and down his spine. He closed his eyes and kissed Anya back, something he had never done at the tavern. He never gave them anymore than what they took. Never kissed them back, never helped them at all. But with Anya? He loved her, to put it quite plainly. And he wanted to kiss her back. So he did. He shivered slightly when she rested her hand on his bare chest, getting more and more passionate the more she kissed him. Eventually, she was kissing him hard enough he let himself slowly fall over onto his back, letting her take the reins. Though, she had pretty much taken the reins from the start. And he liked it. No, it was more than that. He loved it ... Loved her. And even if it was just tonight, and he never saw her again...it was well worth it.