She ran through the streets, breath heaving in and out of her chest as she stumbled on a piece of the rubble that was scattered about. She looked over he shoulder as she stood back up, seeing a vaporous black figure gaining on her. Panic coursed through her veins, pushing her spent muscle beyond their protests.
She ran as fast as she could, not sure where she was going but knowing that everything would be over if the black figure caught her. Finally seeing an open shop door she dove in, turning to land on her back, pistol drawn and trained on the door. A hand full of breaths passed as she listened for the gentle whoosh of the winds he created. She fired as the creeping mist came around the door frame, but her pulse rounds flew straight though him unharmed.
Hana scrambled backwards, realizing she had no where to go when she hit up against the counter, as Reaper materialized before her, laughing his sinister laugh. He drew his weapon, training it on her, the sound ringing in her ears.
Just as the shot rang out, Hana sat bolt upright in her bed screaming, body covered in a cold sweat. She drew her legs up to her chest, body shaking, and sobbed. Why had she had another dream? Hadn't she faced her fears earlier? Why hadn't it worked?
She couldn't be alone. Every dark corner was frightening at the moment, an irrational fear taking hold that the mist could be lurking anywhere in the darkness, so she threw on a pair of shorts and nearly sprinted down the hall to Jack's room, leaving tears to splash to the floor in her wake.
Jack was startled awake by the rap on his door. Jumping out of bed, he figured it would be Hana before he even reached the door. He pushed the button and was tackled by her petite body. He wrapped his arms around her and could tell she had been crying and her hair was still damp and clung to the back of her neck from the sweat.
He lifted her round the waist and carried her to his bed, laying her down before climbing in next to her and pulling her in close.
"It's ok. I've got you. You're safe." He whispered into her hair. He slid his hand under the back of her shirt to rub soothing circles against her clammy flesh.
It didn't take as long, this time, for her to calm. Soon she was looking up at him with sad eyes that tore at his heart.
Jack brought his hand up to her face, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away her tears. He wished he could make her hurt go away, that he could just fix everything.
Suddenly she pushed her self up the bed, winding her arms around his neck and smashed her lips to his, her movements desperate. He let her for a moment before pulling away.
"You're upset, Hana. You should try and get some sleep." He soothed.
Anger flashed in her eyes, "No." She said firmly, " I don't want to sleep. Right now all I want to do is feel something that's not fear. I'm tired of being afraid."
Taken a bit aback at the hardness of her voice, he studied her face for a moment before acquiescing to her demands and returning to the kiss.
Her body melted against his, and he could feel every line of her as he ran his hand down her side to rest on her hip.
She pressed herself into the kiss, tongue darting out to deepen it further, purring when he responded in kind. A sound that flew strait to his groin, causing him to dig his fingers into the flesh of her hip.
Emboldened by his response, Hana ran her fingers up into his hair and brought her leg up to hook around his knee.
Her movement caused his thigh to push forward, almost touching the white hot heat of her core.
Jack growled as his tongue danced with hers, his length growing harder in response, pressing into his boxers. He moved his hand up from the curve of her hip, sliding along her smooth skin until his thumb came to rest at the underside of her plump breast, swiping over the perfect roundness, enjoying the feel of it. A jolt of pleasure coursed through her, causing her to arch her body down onto his thigh, seeking the friction her body craved.
Hana hissed as the stitches in her back pulled tight with the movement.
Jack pulled back removing his hand and bringing it to her face, "Are you ok?"
The spell somewhat broken, she looked at him, " Yeah I just pulled on my stitches a bit."
She unhooked her leg from his, removing her hands from his hair and placing them on his chest. She was content to snuggle down into his embrace, his ardor cooled for the time being. He places a soft kiss to the top of her head before taking a deep breath and trying to settle in himself.
Before long, the pair drifted off, unbothered by fears and worries.