I hovered next to you in the dark night, a fire burning next to us. I talked and laughed with you in the quiet night. We were smiling at one another, the stars growing brighter, my tattoos glowing in the darkness. The tall branches of the trees swayed in the wind as one collective dark mass, rustling, as we smiled and laughed.
Our smiles and laughter dissolved into a comfortable nothing, our eyes still locked, orange on blue. I knew I should look away, that we had been like this too long, but I couldn't. And when you leaned forward just a bit, I did too.
The lock of our eyes shattered as both of us slid orange and blue closed as our lips met.
It was soft and as quiet as the rusting mass in the trees, and as loud as the thumping of my heart.
You pulled back, inhaling, as I did, staring at you in the darkness. I floated closer, and you reached out for me. Your fingers reached up to my face, lightly, barely brushing the skin, one of your hands nearly covering half my head. My fingers, so much smaller, touched your face tentatively, and I felt locks of your hair brush the back of my hand as my tiny fingers curved around your skin.
You gently slid your fingers back, cupping the back of my head, your fingers tangling in my hair, and leaned forward again, your hand moving with me as I leaned in. The fire, flames low and the heat warm against my back, reflected in your eyes as they slid closed.
Your lips were warm as the fire.
Our foreheads met as our mouths parted, our breaths mixing from our shaky, quick exhales, as our eyes locked. I smiled, letting out a giggle, and you smiled, breathing out a laugh.
You pulled me into your lap, your left hand's fingers running through my hair, your other hand draped across my lap. I set one hand on your arm, the other burrowing its way into yours, encompassed and lost in your larger hand, but it didn't matter.
There was no need for words as we sat like that together. I leaned my head against your chest, the thump of your heart the only sound in the darkness.
I didn't look at my helmet, laying a meter or so away. I looked only at the stars, the fire, and our joined hands. I didn't think of how we had every mirror shard, how we would rebuild it tomorrow, how I would leave. I just curled my fingers around one of yours, and you held my hand lightly, careful not to hurt me as you gently squeezed my hand.
Tomorrow was a new day.
This was a final, beautiful night, I thought to myself, as I was pulled into sleep by the lullaby of your beating heart.