Different in private. Different in public. Different when the lights were out, different all the time.
They breathed together, functioning as one. United even when dividing themselves around others.
She dug her manicured nails into his back as he felt her even further up inside. His lips on her neck broke down every wall she'd erected.
They moved together as one, their hearts beat as one. There, alone, unseen by others but unable to escape one another, two sets of walls came down.
They expressed themselves without words. Words were the cheapest form of communication. Instead, they showed each other directly.
She clung to him for dear life, trying to get closer and closer to him. Nothing felt close enough. Not that time.
Different. Always different. This time, too different. Both of them caught off guard.
The back of her head cradled in his hand, she surrendered at the same time he did. Two people no longer wanting to fight. Their desires were the same; both of them realized it. Perhaps they realized it before...but they were without means of denial.
She arched her back; involuntarily. A reflex. A reaction of giving all of herself as freely as he gave himself. A connection far more intense than either of them had wanted in the beginning. In the time before. They'd gone too far now, too far for their own good.
And that's when they both made the biggest mistake either of them could have.
At that moment...that exact moment, that beautiful moment when she peaked, she broke as well. She broke, he broke. Unable to resist, they looked each other in the eyes as their climax sang, reverberating between them. Gold met silver completely exposed, completely unprepared for the raw nakedness of it.
Fear escalated but could not be evaded; both of them saw. Both of them saw the truth, unable to hide their feelings. What had been a base act to satisfy a physical need became something more. Something real. Something they had both known would be the end of them.
He held her close when they came down to the ground once more; for once, she didn't immediately push away from him. Different this time. Melting into his arms, she no longer avoided his gaze; there was no point. Neither of them had anywhere to hide; not after that night in her tent.
Silver held on to gold for dear life, for the first time not being rejected once she had what she needed. Maybe it was another lie; maybe there was no truth in the world anyway. Only different types of lies.
It didn't matter. None of that mattered. She clung to him and he clung back, knowing they'd crossed the line. There was no turning back.
Soft breaths danced across his chest as she held onto him. They'd have time to look away from each other awkwardly when the column marched again. Later. Not now.
Maybe everything could finally be different.
Please let it be different.