Obsidian

He opened his eyes; dark obsidian mirrors reflecting hers, and for a minute she thought they were piercing right through her, looking into her darkest, most hidden depths. Something tribal had awakened in him that morning; a wild confined beast finally breaking free from heavy chains, teeth clashing, claws steering, waiting impatiently to attack.

The sun hadn't come up yet, but birds were already singing, and the blueish light of before dawn was starting to filter through the windows. The entire world seemed to be holding its breath for what was to come. The silence was asphyxiating, like a whisper of death.

Today was the day.

They were all marching to war, right into death's open arms.

She caressed his face and he closed his eyes again, relishing in her touch. His sigh was very low, it shook her every cell. This might be the last morning she'd wake up by his side. Maybe she'd never come back, maybe he wouldn't. Maybe they'd both die.

Soulmates were supposed to die together, weren't they?

"It's not tomorrow yet." She whispered.

"Very soon." There was a sweet melancholy in his voice, as if he were mourning the end of those long peaceful days of the past. Of the man he could've been, the man he wanted to be.

Holding the blanket tightly around her body, she moved closer until she could sit on top of him, straddling him across the waist. She slowly opened her arms, letting the sheets fall, exposing herself to the chilly air of the room. He breathed in deeply, admiring every inch of her body with his eyes. His hands gently defined the curve of her hips and waist, fingertips drawing sinuous lines along her sides. His fingers took their time moving across her bare skin, as if charting a map of the small imperfections they could find: every freckle and translucent stretch mark, the healed scar on her stomach, the gunshot wound on her forearm. Her breath got caught in her throat when he propped himself up, his lips tracing a straight line of kisses from the base of her neck down to her clavicle, breastbone, lower rib, abdomen.

"You're beautiful." he whispered, mesmerized by her. She pressed her naked torso against his, looking for his lips as if they were an oasis in the middle of the desert.

"Don't be afraid." She murmured.

"I'm not scared for myself."

"Yeah, you are." He sighed and looked down. "You are scared of yourself."

She knew it because she felt it too. He shook his head and grabbed her hips tighter, pulling them against his. She sighed.

"I don't wanna think about that. Not yet."

No, not yet; it was not tomorrow yet; they still had a couple hours.

A couple hours to forget together.

I know you, my love. You're wild and tameless like me. I know what you are afraid of, who you would kill for. Don't be afraid of me.

All of this filthy skin covering my most basic self; tear it apart. Crawl under it and turn me inside out. And see me for who I am, the beast I've become. Kiss my wounds and my claws tainted with blood. Clean my tears away and piece by piece, wrench this hell out of me.

Her nails dug into his shoulder-blades, trailing down like bloody marks left by an animal. She almost screamed, but held it down.

"Quiet." soldiers from the Kingdom were in the other rooms, still sleeping. The walls were paper thin.

He slightly bit the skin of her neck to show her he was aware of her every sensation. She hid her face against his shoulder, muffling the sounds that came out of her mouth. Her toes curled against his calves.

The world turned into a storm and she lost herself in it, letting it destroy her. He followed, his breath hitching in a micro-second of asphyxia.

"I love you so much, you crazy stick-wielding hippie." She whispered feverish. Only after a few seconds of coming back to reality and recovering her breath did she realize what she'd just said. Morgan was lying next to her by then, propped on his elbow and looking at her with eyes wide and inquisitive. She swallowed and turned to look at him, at his dark eyes that were so damn attractive when primal.

"Was that in the heat of the moment?" He asked after a minute of them looking at each other. She bit her lower lip.

"Yes." He nodded, understanding, and lay on his back on the bed, looking at the sealing. "Doesn't make it any less true." He looked at her again and she smiled, moving closer to him and laying her head on his chest.

ATTENTION: WE'LL BE ENTERING THE ALL OUT WAR STORY ARC FROM THIS POINT ON (in which Carol and Morgan will get bloody as hell, so if you were thirsting for some action, beware), AOW IS THE COOLEST ARC OF THE ENTIRE WALKING DEAD SERIES. SO IF YOU WANNA ENJOY IT WITHOUT ANY SORT OF SPOILERY SPOILER, I WARN YOU, I'LL DEFINITELY HAVE MY SHARE IN THESE NEXT CHAPTERS. I usually always mess spoilers up in my fanfics; either change their order or somehow turn them into something completely different. But if you no like spoilers you can always stop here if you want to. I'll put warnings at the beginning of each chapter to warn of any major spoilers. Chapters with a lot of spoilers will have a HEAVY SPOILER ALERT. Chapters with minor spoilers will have a MILD SPOILER ALERT and chapters without spoilers will be SPOILER FREE.

Also, to those of you who support my story, I love you. I used to think the fandom for this ship was microscopic, but you've given me more support than I ever hoped to receive.