To both of their surprises Cards and Spot moved from the kitchen table, easily to their bed. Spot groaned, his hands tangling in Cards' easily mussed hair as she smiled careful not to reopen any wounds as she kissed down his throat.
They literally fell into bed, laughing and kissing hands fumbling with each other's clothing. The pressure of the moments before, of realizing that everything had changed, and looking at one another and seeing in Spot's case a terrifying glimpse of what they would do for each other.
Spot had seen the coldness in Cards' eyes that he thought only he possessed. He'd seen himself in her eyes as she held the gun. And he had liked it.
He'd liked seeing Cards back to normal, everything for the moment, anything for the two of them. They were together, and they weren't letting anything stop them.
And the way that she had cared for him, it reassured him, that even in this world that they had entered, the deep world of crime where it didn't matter if you killed, but rather who knew it, even in that, Cards would care for him. That even as she was reassuring him that this wasn't the end of their lives she was honest with him.
He gulped kissing her, pulling her closer to him, his hand stroking down her stomach, looking up at her and kissing her lightly as he unbuttoned her shirt.
For the past few years things had been awkward between them, and Spot hadn't known how the hell to stop them. Cards had pulled away from him if he tried to touch her, even just a friendly gesture or a congratulatory slap on the back. She'd spent years working with him and had at times only been able to address him in basic phrases.
All that had made it harder to care about her. Her personality hadn't seemed to change to anyone else, but it had been obvious to him. He'd wanted to still be her friend, they'd grown up next door to each other he literally couldn't imagine life without her. But on the other hand, he didn't want her the way she wanted him.
That first night they'd been together, had only created more awkwardness. This, this was erasing it all. Cards was herself, a little nervous and very worried. But there was more then that, she was responsive.
She was kissing him, stroking him. Touching him. They were for the first time in years touching.
And Spot didn't have any regrets anymore.
Author's notes: Incase you were wondering... yes, this entire little "chapter" in their lives has been to explain their sex life. This chapter also puts Cards through Spot's eyes, which I don't think I've done before. There will be more to this, because these two are far from over. Updates will be slow though, because I'm working at a bunch of jobs. Like 3. Wee!