Blurred kisses and intoxicated touches. Feverish whispers and names muttered. Frantic, panting, loving. It was desperate and urgent and passionate and everything they both needed to feel.

"Que Quieres en la vida?" What do you want in life? El hissed through his teeth,

"Para estar libre" To be free. Came the gasped reply.

"Simple"

Sands thought about this for a moment. Shuddering as El pressed a dry kiss behind his ear. "No." he smiled into the darkness.