His fingers moved from her hair to her face, tracing the gentle sweep of the curve of her cheek. Everything about her was perfect. They both knew it. Every line, every curve. She was the ideal woman for any man, her personality and strength was unmatched.
The moment was there lingering between them and Eric could feel the shift in the air. Bran felt it too, the bird shifted with unease and distaste at the foreign feelings they shared. This bird, though it knew the premise of love, was untouched by the raw emotion. Unlike the other of itself that lurked about out there.
Not wasting another moment, Eric leaned in and kissed Leeloo gently. It was now or never and he couldn't let any more time go by without her knowing at least how much he loved her. He doubted she would have gone through the whole ordeal of building something together if she didn't have a glimmer of the same feeling inside of her.