BioShock: Metanoia

Deal To Paris

Booker and Elizabeth just need to strive to the airship and boom! Reaching Paris would be simple as a slice of cake and a step away! Or is it just that simple? (Note: Booker sorta changes on Elizabeth. Not in a bad way either. Let's just say that he's more expressive to her :) ) PS: Enjoy the chapter.

Tiring minutes passed on and they finally reached the airship.
Strangely they were able to walk in the interior with no reality of fierce combat.
"Booker I don't like this." She stayed close to him, paranoid about staying inside the ship.
"Me either. Let's look around for anyone hiding." He intended.
She nodded.
Booker searched, scavenged for hidden enemies to possible bombs implanted in the ship. He even roamed outside scouting for bombs on the sides or tagged on the ship.
His results; nothing.
"Find anything?" She rushed her words, worried.
"No. There's nothing out there. No guards , no bombs planted on the ship, no traps.. Just nothing."
"So what now then?" She asked, still worried.
"Well." Booker threw her Shock Jockey at the fuel deposit and aimed himself to the control board, placing down coordinates. "We go to Paris."
"Really?!" She shouted.
"Yeah, look for yourself."
Elizabeth peered over Booker's shoulder, landing her chin near his neck.
Booker tensed himself. You could smell her flower like scent brush against the air.
"You're right." She cooed. "Those are the coordinates to Paris.. Are you sure you want to this Booker? Do you really want to take me to Paris and go with me?" Happily she said this.
"Yeah." He lowered. "I want your dreams to come true."
Elizabeth couldn't help but smile in ecstasy. Her smile grew and grew. Until Booker continued.
"I'm going to take you to Paris and let you find this dream guy you always wanted."
"Wait what?" Empathy came from her tone. "But you're coming with me right?" She questioned.
"Of course." He shotted up. "But aren't your dreams focused on Paris and to meet a man there.. To be with him till the end?"
"Yeah. But.."
"But what?"
"I.." She sighed, afraid to tell him that he's the dream guy. 
Booker looked to her plainly, curious of her saddened face.
In his mind he can't understand why Elizabeth would loosen her smile or begin to be saddened. 
"What's wrong?"
No answer.
Instantly Booker started the airship up, hoping it would make her smile come back.
Results; no change. Elizabeth still stayed upset. Only difference is is that she crossed her arms forming a gloomy face.
Booker took himself from the seat and up to Elizabeth face to face. Next he grabbed her soft shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes.
"Elizabeth." He whispered. "I want to make a deal with you."
"W-what's that?" She stuttered non stop, painted in red. Booker was more than personally close to her, but close enough to almost kiss her.
His heart crazed passionately for her.
"My deal is to take you to Paris."
"O-okayy. What do I do in return?"
"You keep yourself happy." He smiled. "I've never been to Paris, but I've seen it from pictures. It's nice there." Faintly Booker stilled his eyes to the floor, then back to her eyes. Passion covered Elizabeth. Her eyes dilated at the speed of light raving to Booker's promising glare. She bit her lips, awaiting Booker to make a move. She wanted him to pull her in and take her away.
"I want to get something straight with you." He pitched gently. "I came here to Colombia to give you away. I've... Ive.."
"You've what?" She demanded. "Tell me."
"I've never expected to actually uhmm. You know..care for you."
Elizabeth delved her lips, an arduous vibe rode up her spine coursing through her veins. She desiderated him since he saved her. Each day she craves him more and more. Deeply Elizabeth wanted him and it only gets stronger..
"I assumed and sured myself that I'd follow my mission." Booker  endured. "And bestow you away to save Anna and to have my debt paid off. I strictly wanted that.. Now it's different. I care for you now and I need you like how I need Anna. She cared for me, she wouldn't let me go and never wanted to. I made a mistake and let her go."
Booker drew himself close till their noses collided. He solely wanted to prove to her that he won't trade her or betray her.. He does yen for her. Yet he pushes himself from her. Simply because he thinks that Elizabeth wants to meet a man down there and be with him rather than himself. "Plus she deserve some one better than me." He thought.  "I mean I do want her.. But I'm not good enough and I don't look that good either.."
He sighed. Passing the rest of his dialogue. "I don't want to make that same mistake again. I'm not letting you go. You told me that you don't matter. You're wrong. You do and I want you to believe that you do matter."
Tears of joy streamed from Elizabeth. At once she closed her eyes and hugged him in.
"Thank you Booker." She teared. "Words can't express how happy I am."
"I can see that." He tightened his grip on her, lowering his hands to her hips.
She wanted him to go further and explore her. Yet he didn't. He did want to move in on her as he had the chance to. But he didn't.
Elizabeth suddenly giggled at him.
He didn't understand why.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing it's just.. I can't believe this is happening."
"Me either Elizabeth." Booker yawned, tiredly.
"Me either." He repeated.
"Are you tired Booker?"
"Yeah. I am."
"Then go get some rest." She smiled.
"Huh? But I need to make sure no one chases us or attacks us or -"
"Shh." Elizabeth intruded. "Get some rest Booker. You deserve some rest."
"You're sure about this?"
"Mhm." She nodded.
Steadily Booker walked away. "Alright well if you need anything Elizabeth just wake me up okay?"
"Okay." She cooed.
Elizabeth watched him leave into the Captain's room and close himself in.
Quickly she let out a sigh.
"How do I tell him that he's the one I want?" She contemplated. "Maybe I can wait for us to reach Paris.. Then I'll tell him!" She excited.
Deeply she engaged herself on Booker and the wonderful times they'd have.
Purely she rough sketched multiple expounds with him and her on a beach dancing together, playing arcade games again; go amble in the streets without danger and living an equable life.
Causally Elizabeth thought about having a life with him, her heart pitched like a roller coaster, butterflies seeped her stomach and she started feeling all light weight. She exuded herself with smiles, giggles and laughter.
She enjoyed the sensation of pondering about Booker and their future together.
However one thing pumped her heart with over powering color. The thought of marrying him in the near future.