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Indelible
By
Silksteel
As soon as he saw that stubborn chin tremble he knew what was coming, and come it did, sudden and intense like a flash flood. The calm afterwards bore an uncanny resemblance to just such an occasion in nature, and he took both with characteristic good humour. If she'd shown no emotion at all beyond what he'd already seen, Doyle would have worried for her. As it was, Tammy was as human, as fallible as the rest of them, and all that she needed was just someone to ask the right questions – and more importantly, listen to the answers, even if it was all implicit.
He held her, rocking her slightly against his body, shielded from the real and imaginary horrors of their situation by his arms, for what felt like an instant and an hour all at once. Whilst slightly puffy, her eyes were dry once they met his again, and it seemed that suddenly she was kissing him when he had no memory of what had gone on before.
Doyle had always tried to be a good man. Not taking advantage of his young charge – where he came from she probably wasn't even legal, even though she might have been here – wasn't setting the bar too high, but he should have been able to manage it. She tasted like lemon drops he noticed, trying not to think on how long it had been since he last had a warm and willing body in his arms, and her plea cutting down his protests where they stood.
Her attentions, at once so unexpected and so hesitant, told him all he needed to know about her level of experience. Doyle decided that he best not get himself killed before he had time to redeem himself, otherwise he was going straight to hell for this. He lifted her t-shirts over her head, hands sliding over smooth, luminescent skin as he hardened beneath the heat of her intentions. She'd already made the decision for him far in advance of his own realisation, and now he found himself incapable of doing anything else but complying.
Baring them was simple, her clothing providing a barrier to the cold wooden floor as Doyle laid her down. He knelt over her, claiming her mouth in a kiss that left them both shaky, and when she clutched at his arm, he worried at overcoming her so easily. Not that it halted his motions, slow and steady but purposeful as his fingertips burnt a trail from her throat downwards, his body manoeuvring carefully into position above her. Tammy was regarding him with such perfect trust and desire he thought his heart might burst from the enormity of it all as she parted to him.
'Are you sure -?' he managed in a whisper, raising his head to look at her and taking her nod without further question. There weren't the words to say what he might have done if she'd disagreed. Instead, their bodies curved into one another, and he merely slowed when he felt her tremble and tense beneath him, light kisses of assurance pressed to her cheek, her temple, her lips. They were breathless, shifting and restless, strangers in perfect equilibrium. Doyle's hands curled under her shoulders, negating any possible gap between them as Tammy wrapped her legs tightly around him, closing him unbearable heat.
The end, when it came, was laudably blinding, but no more than a sigh from either one to punctuate what had taken place there in the dark between desperation and knowing better. He closed his eyes, forehead resting against the sharp plane of Tammy's collarbone, and he could feel her heart skittering in her chest. He wondered what he'd been thinking. 'I'm sorry,' he began thickly, but making no move to disentangle them.
'You needed it,' Tammy responded. And when he looked up, she was smiling.