UNTITLED
Summary: Two lovers aboard the Highwind share a moment. Oneshot. Dedicated to Bobby Valentine.
He loved these moments best. When her long hair tangled in his, when her fingertips skirted across the smooth, metallic arm. She made him want to feel. He loved when she moved her legs to his, pressed her knee to the soft flesh of his thigh. It was raw, wordless affection. And the mere thought that she was still here—after the cries, the crinkling sheets, after the low, deep, dip of the mattress and after the sweet smell of sweat had dwindled away—was enough to satisfy him another lifetime.
She fit in his arms and sighed gently, breath warmed his neck and fingers traced lines on gold. She did not fear him, his arm, his dark red eyes that matched her own. Instead, she loved it, breathed it, and kissed his eyelids as they rode a gentle wave of passion with unconscious murmurs to stifle whimpers that threatened to escape.
He liked moments like these best. When she slipped into a doze before whispering his name. When her heartbeat slowed and they stretched back down. When the hum of the ship was interrupted only by her sighs. When it seemed to sway gently, side to side, rocking them to sleep.
He loved these moments best.