Maggie felt him watching her as she brushed her hair. In fact, he had been almost stalking her since he arrived. He was the world's most dangerous man but Maggie didn't worry much about it. There was something about him now that they'd met. He really didn't seem dangerous compared to the rest of the prisoners.
"Why are you with him?"
She paused once more wondering how and why Brain had abandoned Plissken in Kansas City. She shrugged.
"Does he take care of you?" He was closer and Maggie had a good view of Plissken in the mirror, arms crossed and defiant. She had no answer to that question that she was willing to give.
"He doesn't, does he?" His hand slithered over her shoulders. It was his expression though and the disappointment in it that elicited her to shake her head "no".
"Let me take care of you tonight?"
His words ran hot to the center of her.
"What about Brain?" She was breathless from the way he touched her, even if it remained restricted to her arms.
"Fuck Harold."
Maggie turned, tired of reading his reflection. His hands dropped away but the look as his eye wandered brought more chills than his fingers had.
"Maggie." He said her name with sympathy and lust, an odd combination. She wondered if he understood the loneliness she felt from being used as a tool.
"Just once." He smiled as he spoke.
"Why?"
"Beautiful woman should be taken care of."
That was what broke Maggie's will. Others did things for her, to her, but it always seemed to be a chore to them. She wanted to, just once, be desired for nothing more than who she was. Maggie tugged at the tie on her shirt which Plissken quickly helped her shed. His hands were strong, rough to the touch but gentle as he explored. Maggie watched but made no move yet.
He sunk before her to his knees and started to pull back her long skirts. She had still been free the last time a man gave her this kind of treatment. Her body hummed when he made contact. She leaned back against the vanity. It was all she could do or else topple over on him. Maggie smirked through the pleasure when she wondered if all those swift tongue flicks had been what earned him the name. It certainly made sense for the quick, determined tongue he possessed. If not, maybe it should. Maggie lost thought to his persuasions. It had been too long since she felt this kind of touch, a mouth that low from someone who wanted to be there.
Plissken moaned as she trembled, gushing from his touch. Her hand pressed into his hair, twisting in the soft locks. The sound of his contentment kneeling before her coaxed the explosion inside her body that burned impossibly hot. Breathing hard she stroked his hair almost lovingly. She couldn't imagine that he had given without asking for himself. Plissken slithered up her body. She felt kisses trailing up her body but he never touched her lips. It wasn't rejection either. She could see it in his eye. It was something of respect she saw. Her hand was still in his hair when he looked down at her.
"What about you?" She could see he needed it, almost feel it rolling off of his body and gaze. She wanted to return the favor. It wasn't love or even affection but gratitude and an amount of respect no other man had won from her.
Plissken appeared to mull it over as he glanced between Maggie and the door. She wondered what he was thinking. He nodded to her and his good eye twitched slightly. It was a silent and non-aggressive "yes". He didn't move but she could see he was waiting for something by the change in his posture. It didn't take much to realize she was what Snake was waiting on. Maggie smiled feeling almost shy. She answered his waiting with a gentle yet passionate kiss. The Snake melted so easily into it and Maggie realized that he was just as alone as she was in this world.