There were times that Cherry thought of some good words that connected well. Strange, but they fit. A term like fuck ass would make other's raise an eyebrow by the mere sound. However, El Wray was always different than others. It was obvious what he had slipped into his mind in the form of an image from that mere term. The image didn't need to be talked about that moment, especially how the woman before him felt at that very moment. He wanted to be closer and smell the scent that fumigated around her entire body. Nothing else smelled so good to him in all of his life. Of course, that was something that he never bothered to reveal. It was typical of him. All these feelings had been bottled up within him for a good amount of time, urging to burst forward and explain each one of them, but that wasn't like him. It was never like him and the last thing he wanted to do was confuse the only person in his god forsaken life that he truly cared about to no end. No one else held such a status within him like she did. All through the years, that always stayed the same, even when she walked out the door with his favorite jacket.
El Wray kept quiet for a short while, always one to take in every word around him and the entire area around him before really speaking. The strong silent type. Yeah, that was what he was usually referred earlier in his life. Now, he only spoke when he god damn pleased. "It might not be any better, but at least it's home. I don't even know," he replied, taking a short pause and moving his wrist around a little it. God, he needed a cigarette at that moment. Badly. "...what to exactly do here. It all just seems fake." Speaking a bit of the truth, El Wray had refused himself to become anymore familar with the place. He knew fully well that he was assigned to a secruity position within the resort, but he was damned if he was going to allow himself to become comfortable with the area. Hell, if there was no J.T with his famous barbeque sauce, there really wasn't a point.
His dark eyes trailed along each movement that revolved around Cherry. From the tip of her fingers within her hair all the way down to the sole of her foot. Of course, he didn't make it the leasat bit noticable that he couldn't help but scan her, taking in her physical form again. Even though it was almost yesterday that they were fleeing from infected army men, El Wray wanted to take her full form in. He almost wished that he knew what was going through her mind, so he would understand the situation better. Wouldn't someone be happy to see that someone that they cared for had returned? So, he did a little more then come back. It was almost like the dark-haired male had cheated death with a tiny bit of help. Well, more than he was willing to truly admit.
Shaking his head a little bit with Cherry's question, he felt her hands grab ahold of his shirt without any intention of letting him go. It almost seemed like she could read his mind at that which she had done on occasion, or maybe it was the fact that she had been an incrediable guesser. The closeness is what he wanted again. A few minutes alone in the back of JT's place wasn't enough. El Wray wanted more of her, allowing the palms of his hands running up Cherry's body. They started firmly against her thighs, working their way up the sides of her body. He really was the type to let a woman become satisfied with the simpliest of touches. Taking note how far their lips were, El Wray shifted his eyes from her lips back to her eyes in a slow movement. "Well, if you don't know what to say, then I think you should show me," he replied in a low breath, closing the distance between the pair of lips. As he continued to kiss her slowly for a moment to make sure that was exactly what Cherry had wanted, he was for damn sure that their action wasn't telling the other to fuck off, obviously.