"I got you," Han tells her as he clings to her hand. She is swinging dangerously off the side of a car, dozens of feet in the air, his hands are her lifeline. Before he has a chance to pull Gisele up, she sees a flicker of movement behind Han's shoulder. She wrenches one hand free, a shocked look crossing Han's face, and in one smooth motion tares her gun from its holster and shoots the bastard twice knocking him off the car. Han hauls her up on to the car and they scramble to get back in their own car.
The ride to the motel, that night, is completely silent. Gisele opens the door to the crappy room, flicks on the light and neither of them say a word. They throw their bags on the bed and enter the bathroom in silent unison. Han starts the shower, putting it on its hottest setting. When he turns around she's staring at him with a completely drained look on her face. He closes the gap between them with one step and kisses her with all force he can muster, trying to tell her all of the things he can't find the words for. Gisele matches his intensity for a long moment then pulls away. Only the sound of the shower keeps the silence at bay as they undress each other, exchanging lingering kisses for the privilege of removing individual articles of clothing. When they're both stripped down to their scars and bare skin they climb into the shower. The water feels good on their muscles as they wordless wash each other. Hands linger on skin and hair as they slowly clean the dirt and filth off. Trying, as hard as they can, to wash away the horror that had resulted in the accumulation of this filth. Both of them take their time trying to memorize the feel of the other's body, desperate to remember every little detail.
When they finally feel clean and the water had started to feel a bit cold they exit the shower. They grab towels and rub the water off. Silently, they move back into the room and pull on sleeping clothes. Shorts and a sports bra for her, shorts for him. Wordlessly Gisele pulls a small first aid kit out of her bag and attends to the worst of his wounds. Then he does the same for her. She tosses the bags in the corner of the room as he turns the light off. They crawl under the covers and lay there on their backs without speaking for a long while. Then Han rolls over on to his side and pulls her into him.
"I almost lost you," He murmurs into her hair, breaking their self-imposed silence.
"But you didn't," She answers enjoying the warmth of his body pressed up against hers. The feeling of skin on skin is glorious and serves as a reminder that they are both alive.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," Han whispers softly, so softly she almost misses it.
"I'm not going anywhere," She responds trying to sooth his worry away by running her fingers through his damp hair.
"Tokyo?" He questions, face still buried in her hair.
"Tokyo," She answers. Han pulls back just far enough to see her face and then kisses her. Unlike the one they shared in the bathroom this kiss is tender and soft. Gisele could feel all of his love for her in that one kiss. He broke the kiss and began peppering little kisses all over her face, neck and shoulders. He finishes with another kiss on her lips then tucks her back into his chest, clinging to her as though she might disappear if he doesn't keep a hold on her. The two of them lay in silence until well into the early morning hours, thoughts raging about the day's events. Eventually the soothing sound of their even breathing lulls them both into a blissful sleep.