A 'shipped tag only because of the episode; it kinda called for it. :)
(Tag: Comrades in Arms, Part 1)
More than willingly, he lets all external interruptions fade, as the warmth of her skin and the taste of her lips easily drives all thought from his head, as he falls into her a little more with each touch.
The sound of his name on her lips replacing the bombardment outside.
The look in her eyes supplanting the flares of light so terrifyingly close.
The growing warmth overwhelming the mind-numbing panic so easily accessible.
As the night explodes around them and mortality becomes a little too real, he holds her close, closer than his own heart, and prays to God it's enough to keep them alive.
To keep them sane.