She had slammed her lips to mine and nearly knocked all wind from my lungs.
I hardly had a moment to react before she pressed her tongue to the seam of my lips and, at my grant of access, delved inside my mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of old wine being exchanged in the intermingling of our billowing breaths. My arms reached up and tangled around her thick, strong neck. In an instant I had pulled away and arched up into her chest, moaning in the contact of body heat against my own, before I drew back into her lips. I could nearly feel the slight burn of the wine as it rolled off my tongue and seeped down my throat with every push of her tongue against mine.
When she kissed me my brain lit on fire and the warmth spread throughout my entire body. After that I was addicted, I couldn't bear not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she was around. She was the half that made me whole.
When she first left I would describe my heartache as like an insatiable fire that burnt all the oxygen in my body leaving me listless and empty. But now it is more like a thin layer of ice, cooling my insides, a gentle reminder of the pain that came before and a warning not to stoke that fire again. I can't see myself putting my heart out there again, I don't think it can survive another inferno.
She knew that she won't be able to forget her, there was a passion between them, maybe…she dared to hope true love. She had fallen for her, for her beautiful green eyes, and that fiery red heir, for the fire she let out on the battlefield. She loved all of it. And she hoped that she had loved her in return.
But that passion didn't last long, soon it was over, she had left, and she didn't want to believe them. Alliance? Why?
The heartache was like a red hot coal placed in her chest, it glowed and burnt her at the same time, but it did not cool quickly like a coal in water, it throbbed and tortured her in all her walking hours and there was no relief to be found. She had left, and didn't return.
So to stop the hurt, to stop the tears, and broken promises, she also left, she run away to forget, but no matter where she went, her name was always there. So she started build walls around her heart. She started a new life, no matter how hallow it was. She had built a reputation.
It is a cruelty of life that a heart can keep on beating even after it has been broken in two.
She lived her life, hunted for her prey, no matter where or who it was. She became a hunter. A Bounty Hunter, that everyone needed and feared. Yet the shadow always was close behind her. The memories always were there. So she drunk, drunk a lot, to forget, to rib of her pain that always was there.
How can she love her and at the same time hate her? She didn't know, but she did.
She heard about the Citadel, hear she become a hero of the Citadel.
Hero? No the woman she known was not a hero, she was ruthless, reckless, she used her fist's first and asked question letter. No she didn't know this woman. She was an Alliance dog, trained, disciplined.
She could feel herself becoming sick to her stomach. The nausea swirled unrestrained in her empty stomach. She shook her head in disgust, she couldn't believe the woman she fall for, was an Alliance dog. She needed to forget so she called few of her friends and went to her favorite bar.
She would drink her whiskey until she slumped on the table and had to be carried out by her friend. The pain she would forget, and the face of the woman she loved no longer showed In her dreams, even if it was for a while.
When the last time she heard her name was in news, she was gone, KIA they said. She snapped and broke her thing in her apartment, went to kill some people to let her anger out. There were no tears this time. Only agony, and anger. The pain that soon fallowed was unbearable. So for the next two years, she drunk, and killed and drunk again.
Until she got a call, from Cerberus. They wanted her for some high mission. She didn't care what the job was, she cared for only credits, and the pay was high. So she agreed.
After all the credits didn't hurt her, nor did they leave her or betrayed her. They were simple.
She knew she will have to work with a crew, and she didn't like it, since she always worked alone. But the job was a job. And she will not turn it off. She needed the credits after all.
So she waited until they'll come to her. She just can't wait to blow some things up.
She smirked as that though crossed her mind and she went inside the bar and ordered her drink, if this was the last time she will be able to drink then she would drink herself in stupor. After all who would not drink this lovely whiskey.