~ Speak Your Dark Pleasures to Me ~
They've just returned from a mission. They're both injured and exhausted, only still on their feet due to the lingering effects of an adrenaline rush.
"Levi."
All she says is his name, but there's a certain pleading note to it and he knows exactly what she's asking of him. They go their separate ways to avoid drawing suspicion from the others. When he arrives at his quarters, she is already there waiting for him.
Still mostly dressed, with most of their gear still on, he takes her - quick and dirty - against the wall. There is no tenderness in the hard grip of their hands or the desperate grinding of their hips. There will be time for that later; it isn't what either of them need right now. They crave hard, violent proof that they are alive. The pleasure that breaks through the pain will be sharp and electric and not enough, and then will come the time for gentleness and comfort.
She wakes to the sensation of water lapping around her shoulders.
"Hanji."
All he says is her name, but his tone is soft and reassuring, and that one spoken word is all it takes to bring the world into focus around her, even though she doesn't have her glasses on. She is in her lover's arms in the bath - two of her favorite places in the world.
He trails his fingers lightly down the length of her spine. There is a small splash as his hand dips below the water line, continuing its downward journey until he presses his palm flat against the small of her back. She snuggles closer to him, burying her face against his neck.
She vaguely recalls passing out mid-orgasm earlier.
"Hey, how tired are you?" she asks suddenly.
He makes a sound that is somewhere between a snort and a laugh.
"Too tired for a repeat of earlier, but not too tired for round two... as long as you're gentle with me."
~oOo~