PLEASE - M-rated
He moves a strand of hair out of her face, his thumb gently brushing over her cheek as he slides into her again, slowly filling her inch by inch and he leans down to kiss her, drowning out the gasp that threatens to leave her lips.
He doesn't know how long they've been doing it for now, how often they've come undone under the other's loving gaze or how many times they get to do it again.
He kisses her again, lips gently exploring hers, getting used to a rhythm, her taste in the most cruel of ways.
They're going slow, simply making love with every touch of skin on skin, every kiss a little longer than the last one as they're wrapped up in one another's arms.
As if they have all the time in the world, except they don't.
It's in the early hours of the morning when she rides him, holding him to her frame as they rock together. His lips ghosting over her skin, kissing her every time a tear rolls down her cheek.
When she comes and cries out his name, feeling his arms circle her, holding her up against his chest, she can't stop the tears from falling anymore.
He pulls back ever so slightly, swallowing thickly as he uses his thumb to brush them away.
"Please," she says again, the one word apart from his name that she's said the most this night, but this time it has a completely different meaning.
This time it brings them back to that conversation hours ago, at her dining room table as he told her with tears in his eyes that he was going to turn himself in, and she begged him not to.
"Please," she whispers again, and he nods then, kissing her one last time. He doesn't vocalise his promise and as much as she wishes that she could read him in this moment, she can't.
So when she wakes a few hours later, alone, all she can do is hope. Hope that he has as much faith in himself as she has in him. That he waits and listens to the verdict of the jury.
That he chooses a chance at freedom.
A chance at a future.
A chance at them.