Were those hints- [because he can feel her, wet and clinging to his fingertips as he drags them over her wet folds] or promises of what's to come.
[He doesn't need pretty words, or promises made in the dark while they were both too naked and the truth lingered on the back of his tongue. To spill something of himself to her, words that he could never take back if the lights came back.
If this wasn't the end, or a break-down of the station.
Something that would null the deals they have made, and force him back to the life he left behind. The regret still very much present.
Fingers hooked in her, he follows, devouring her willing lips as she kisses him back, as the room vanishes in to shadow and the rest of the station can burn alone for a while.
While he smooths sticky fingers across her thigh before scooping her up in his arms, stumbling the last few feet to the bed. He lays her out like an offering, like an altar to pray to, hands shaking to get her naked and dripping, heart pounding in his ears and mouth tingling from her.]
Are you sure?
[Even as he sinks to his knees between her spread thighs, hands running up a leg.]
no subject
[He doesn't need pretty words, or promises made in the dark while they were both too naked and the truth lingered on the back of his tongue. To spill something of himself to her, words that he could never take back if the lights came back.
If this wasn't the end, or a break-down of the station.
Something that would null the deals they have made, and force him back to the life he left behind. The regret still very much present.
Fingers hooked in her, he follows, devouring her willing lips as she kisses him back, as the room vanishes in to shadow and the rest of the station can burn alone for a while.
While he smooths sticky fingers across her thigh before scooping her up in his arms, stumbling the last few feet to the bed. He lays her out like an offering, like an altar to pray to, hands shaking to get her naked and dripping, heart pounding in his ears and mouth tingling from her.]
Are you sure?
[Even as he sinks to his knees between her spread thighs, hands running up a leg.]