fixation
Evey often sleepwalks after she is released, her newborn body still weak from trauma. It must be sleepwalking, for who goes to her torturer's bed when waking in the middle of the night, shaking from half-dreams?
V tastes the sleep in her mouth as she presses against him, urgent and mewing. He tries to pull away, from the fisted palms on his chest, her liquid rhythms. Away from the insistent press of lips, his naked fingers on her inner thigh.
He tries, but he is human too and can't resist; they move in the shadows, each intoxicated with their dreams.