Notes: Watch the rating on this chapter too.
It was a long while before Chloe could get free from under him and the covers or she remembered she had a voice again. She wasn't thinking of anything more complex that if she could crawl far enough to catch a discarded pillow.
"I wasn't aware that could be done." She said, not knowing if it was what he'd done to her or just letting the conflicting thoughts go. Her voice came out a little worn around the edges. This was real.
Davis was watching her, mouth soft, taking in air like he had to catch his breath. She could not look away. He hadn't moved one bit besides that, which was a bad or good thing because the covers were down around his hips. She looked at his face mostly, mostly, and guessed he wouldn't have minded if that wasn't the case. She never felt like she had to look away.
This felt right.
His jaw was smooth and he looked, no not relaxed, but close enough. She felt light and giddy and a little afraid again. She kissed him and called his hands rubbing up and down her shoulders before it happened. She felt every bit as safe and connected to him as she'd ever been when he'd had her on her back. But safe, safe was helpless too.
She crawled back over to him and tried to find a place to settle, somewhere comfortable and couldn't. Either he was all tensed up or he was just built that way. His eyes hooded when her breast brushed over the spot right over his heart. Oh no, certainly not, not this quickly. "What are you on, Red Bull?"
He was Davis; she expected a teasing analysis of this, or a little bit of cuddling. His brown eyes were more reddish than she'd ever seen them, seeking and then almost confused when she tried to slow him down.
Chloe was Chloe and memory or no memory she got to the bottom of things. "Hey. Hey. Davis!" She tried to sift out the part of him that had been all careful and emotional and the part that was all need and he didn't seem to like that too much. The words gathered and died a quick death.
His mouth glided steadily and lightly against her abdomen, where it hadn't been before. She felt a light, unbroken buzz of energy crackling from his touch into her or maybe that was the other way around. She literally was deaf to everything, even the low appreciative sound he made when she stilled completely. She was going to have to move later. They had to talk about the hundred and one things they were completely ignoring. He was just driven now.
He shifted, hard arms wrapping around her shoulders and teeth sinking into her shoulder blade. He started to move, almost violent, fingers digging into her bare skin, keeping her flush against him. A bead of his sweat slid down her back. She froze, only halfway at the sensation of opening from the inside.
Then it was simple for Chloe- the rush of euphoria and lights large and strong and green dancing behind her eyes, a picture she could never catch. Oversensitivity spilled over into pain and when she screamed everything just seemed to slow, dramatically, drastically close. His head tipped into her hair, hard and he shook all over until she knew he was feeling it too. Helpless together was good.
Sometime later his hand caught the fingers that had blindly curled into his face and she couldn't do anything but slump back against his chest. Some disconnected part of her knew she was just about to miss what was supposed to be her wedding and she should have felt very bad about that. She had to be there. It was not because of the groom—oh, she could not remember why but it did not matter, because she would not have felt like this. Real.
Davis's hands were running along her fingers, impatient and she saw why. He eased the ring off and while the circlet looked dwarfed in his hand, his chest heaved, strange and uncomfortable. She pulled it away; fingers slick, and let it go to roll under the bed.
"Happy now?" she asked finally, freeing her hands and pulling the sheets around them like mummy wrappings. She covered his mouth, a little wary. "I got that, nonverbally just fine, believe me."
Something of the frightening tension seemed to leave him, and he kissed her palm. "I'm happy." He said it almost as if that was surprising. He looked worn down but his eyes were clearing, a far cry from the emptiness before. Half smiling. And she wanted to kiss him again.
"It hurts less now." He whispered, finally. She had an idea of what he was trying to say, but things deserved to be lighter, for a little while.
"I just think you just had a beef with that thing."
Next up, Chloe and Davis and aftermath. The green flickers do mean something (Braniac), and there may be angst ahead.
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