[it's all right she makes it all right once again by needing him too
A lightning surge passes through him. Pushing his body full against hers, throwing his head back up to kiss her fervently.
Voiced and thought, he answers her plea-command (don't leave me) vehemently,]
Never.
[I'm yours you're in me
Fused to her by her hand in his hair and at his waist, he mirrors both: cups her head, grasps her waist, kissing her until he sees spots like bruises inside his lids.
Then he can't not solve the problem a moment longer. His strategic brain locks on, shunting everything else to standby.
He raises his head, looks around. They're in an alley beside her office building, off the main street. Not secure enough. There are fire escapes. Could climb to a rooftop. Suboptimal: would require letting go of her too long. Doorways, antechambers, stairwells, could lockpick any, but being mid-day no guarantee of desertion. Then he spots the broader doors, ramp and signage that indicate loading dock.
His human brain resurfaces long enough to meet her eyes. Seek consent. Tighten his arm around her side.
Strategic brain back in charge and launches operation. Holding her tightly, he walks them to it, reaches around her body to pull the rigid wire he'd seriously considered not secreting there out of the seam of his sleeve, using it to open the industrial but frankly below-security doors and: yes, it's a freight elevator. One of those bizarre universals: they tend to look the same and operate uniformly on so many planets for so many species. You need a key to make the doors close again, except you don't if you can use a wire.
He hauls shut the inner grate which closes the outer door and switches on the light. Throws the lever that locks their position, keeps them here no matter if someone tries to summon the machine elsewhere. Then slung the wire and his computational mind both uninhibitedly to the floor. Grabs her in both arms, lifting her off her feet, kissing her like it's how he needs to breathe, pressing her back into the wall.
[action]
she makes it all right
once again
by needing him too
A lightning surge passes through him. Pushing his body full against hers, throwing his head back up to kiss her fervently.
Voiced and thought, he answers her plea-command (don't leave me) vehemently,]
Never.
[I'm yours
you're in me
Fused to her by her hand in his hair and at his waist, he mirrors both: cups her head, grasps her waist, kissing her until he sees spots like bruises inside his lids.
Then he can't not solve the problem a moment longer. His strategic brain locks on, shunting everything else to standby.
He raises his head, looks around. They're in an alley beside her office building, off the main street. Not secure enough. There are fire escapes. Could climb to a rooftop. Suboptimal: would require letting go of her too long. Doorways, antechambers, stairwells, could lockpick any, but being mid-day no guarantee of desertion. Then he spots the broader doors, ramp and signage that indicate loading dock.
His human brain resurfaces long enough to meet her eyes. Seek consent. Tighten his arm around her side.
Strategic brain back in charge and launches operation. Holding her tightly, he walks them to it, reaches around her body to pull the rigid wire he'd seriously considered not secreting there out of the seam of his sleeve, using it to open the industrial but frankly below-security doors and: yes, it's a freight elevator. One of those bizarre universals: they tend to look the same and operate uniformly on so many planets for so many species. You need a key to make the doors close again, except you don't if you can use a wire.
He hauls shut the inner grate which closes the outer door and switches on the light. Throws the lever that locks their position, keeps them here no matter if someone tries to summon the machine elsewhere. Then slung the wire and his computational mind both uninhibitedly to the floor. Grabs her in both arms, lifting her off her feet, kissing her like it's how he needs to breathe, pressing her back into the wall.