His hand cupped one side of her face. His lips went to the other: her cheek, her throat. One of his knees braced on the bunk, between her legs, so he could control their descent—keep it smooth and gradual. He pressed them close together, chests and thudding hearts, every degree of the way; his hand at her back momentarily clenching the fabric of her shirt, then smoothing there.
He knew a lot about this sort of situation—had been in it many times before for reasons he wasn't proud of: exchange for information, embed a false identity, run a diversion, preserve a cover story, be a sacrifice. But his heart had never beat so hard before. It might be the very first time he was here because he wanted to be, with someone he actually wanted… No. Adored.
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Date: 2019-05-14 05:21 am (UTC)His hand cupped one side of her face. His lips went to the other: her cheek, her throat. One of his knees braced on the bunk, between her legs, so he could control their descent—keep it smooth and gradual. He pressed them close together, chests and thudding hearts, every degree of the way; his hand at her back momentarily clenching the fabric of her shirt, then smoothing there.
He knew a lot about this sort of situation—had been in it many times before for reasons he wasn't proud of: exchange for information, embed a false identity, run a diversion, preserve a cover story, be a sacrifice. But his heart had never beat so hard before. It might be the very first time he was here because he wanted to be, with someone he actually wanted… No. Adored.