* * * Lindsey * * *
Lindsey sighed with relief when he felt her hands on his chest and her lips against his. He actually had to work hard to prevent his eyes from fluttering shut from the arousing contact, but he had found the bedroom, right on queue.
Needing to hold her against a solid surface so that he could be pressed against her, share their body heat, this was crucial.
It was his turn now. He would have shoved her to the bed like she'd done earlier, but knowing that Lilah wouldn't release his shirt. So instead he sufficed with going down with her.
God, he loved this woman, she was as fierce and passionate as he was. He couldn't imagine having ever acted as if he hated her. Lindsey thought of her as a drug that he had to have, for survival if nothing else.
His mind was pulsing with a single thought as he pulled away, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt before colliding their lips once more, leaving his fingers still at work. There was a voice in his head, repeating over and over - Lilah.
* * * Lilah * * *
The bombs went off in the background as she kissed him, like there was a war raging in her apartment. Even if there was, she wouldn't have cared. Their life was a war, and she finally had a reason to fight it, other then her own self-stubbornness.
The bed was suddenly under her even though Lilah hadn't even realized they were moving. It was as if everything else just faded away and they were alone entirely, no people or objects left to come between.
Her eyes shot open when he backed away, but it was only to unbutton his shirt, she let her head fall back to the bed in relief. "Don't do that" Lilah said quickly, lifting her head up slightly to look at him.
In impatience she undid the buttons of his shirt herself. Lips over heated without his contact, he was cold, she was hot. Every time they parted she smoldered, needing his touch to cool her, and vice versa.
* * * Lindsey * * *
Chuckling he grinned smugly, satisfied. Not because her love made her look weak, but because she did love him. What else would this be called?
"Sorry Li, I don't think my shirt can really keep me as warm as you can." He saw her need and he hurried as much as possible. Lindsey finally threw it to the floor, placing his hands on either side of her, leaning down causing the pounding of his heart against his chest. It felt like fireworks going off, standing on a bridge over looking water, all alone with her.
Lindsey let himself ease down on her and settle himself so that they were both comfortable and he could feel her warmth, but it still wasn't skin on skin contact, not yet, but they had all night. It had taken this long, what was the point in rushing?
* * * Lilah * * *
She nodded quickly at his response.
Lindsey pulled off his shirt; breathe quickening as the heat spread throughout. Lilah thought her body was going to melt. It was like a blazing summer day and Lindsey was an icy glass of water, she drank him down hungrily. He couldn't be away from her for a second or she would liquefy, his body touching hers again causing her to sigh by the heat he was absorbing. His hands went to her sides and a shiver ran down her spine at the touch.
Lilah did something she was good at - multitasking. Without parting themselves, she pulled her shirt up and off, hair falling in to her face.
* * * Lindsey * * *
Pushing the hair out of her face he caressed her cheek. She was so warm, and he loved it, they balanced one another out.
He broke the kiss they shared and placed a cool trail of kisses down her body licking and kissing his way back to her lips.
Lindsey could watch her all day, she was so beautiful and she was with him if he played his cards right. If nothing was going right in his life, at least he had her. All these emotions swimming through him, he wanted to tell her, just so she knew. Whatever she did after that was what really counted.
There was really no turning back after that.
Lindsey smiled at her, an actual smile. For the first time in years, he could actually say he was happy, and then the words slipped so easily from his lips. "Lilah....I love you." Not even he could believe what he'd just said, but he wasn't lying.
Maybe he shouldn't have said anything at all, but it was true. It had been true for a while now but he was too damn stubborn to say so, too caught up in appearances and other superficial morals.