I thought I would never feel him next to me again; the delicious slide of skin against skin slick with sweat and sex.
I ignored the scent of death that clung to him.
His fucking Savior complex had put him in the line of fire once more.
I softly moaned as he bit down on my neck marking me as his.
I can't make him see that I would have died, if I had lost him today.
He is more interested in making love to me.
I arched against him as he slowly penetrated me.
"Love you," he whispered in my ear.
I didn't answer him.
Instead, I pulled his head down and kissed him until we both were breathless.
"Rick?" he asked.
"I'm a little pissed at you right now, but I do love you, Horatio."
He smiled.
I pulled him down for another kiss that we both moaned into as we came together.