all that i have; …uhh, extreme au of lightning returns? idek. also nsfw sorta
People generally reacted to crisis in different ways. Some panicked. Some planned. Others ended themselves before the end could come to them.
The rest seized every opportunity they could while the world was still standing.
"Less than twelve hours, Light," Hope murmured against her ear, taking in the obvious shudder that went down her spine. "We're doomed."
"Get off of me," she hissed, but her struggle to leave his near-hold was halfhearted at best. He wasn't even quite touching her - his hands were against the wall behind her, pinned on either side of her head. Despite the fact that all he wanted to do was press every part of himself against her, there was still half a damn inch between their bodies.
She was close. So damn close.
"We have to face it," he continued in a low voice, now touching her with his lips only as they lightly grazed the shell of her ear. It was difficult to believe that the rest of humanity around them was in such a panic while the two of them were hidden away in this dark, secluded room. "We can't help them. We failed our mission."
"You - " A gasp she could not contain interrupted her as Hope's lips traveled further down. Damn him for being so tall now. "You act like it's nothing, like you don't - "
"But I do understand." His lips pressed to her neck, right over her rapid pulse. It was the only sign he was getting through to her at all. "We have power from the God himself. We would need to expend it all to save humanity, and the God would be very unhappy." He sighed, the breath caressing her skin. "We're unnatural, Light. A rescued world doesn't approve of that."
There was a beat of silence. "Do you mean - "
His lips were on hers before she could finish the dreaded words. It was a fiery, passionate kiss, one born of utter desperation. He half expected for Lightning to pull away, to tell him that he was completely wrong.
Instead, she grabbed him, yanking his body close so their hips slammed together.
All trace of doubt evaporated.
How long had he dreamed of this? How long had he wished for her hands on him, undoing the least amount of clothing they could get away with? Of course it had to be now, when they were both doomed no matter what the outcome, but he didn't care. The groan that escaped his throat when she rocked against him testified to that.
God, he just didn't care.
He buried himself within her and she clung to him for dear life, fingers digging into each other's skin and fabric. The world around them was desperate, but their desperation was the only thing that mattered. Every touch, every shuddering noise she made only urged him on harder until she was crying out in a way so unlike herself, as though this was the real end of it all.
Not for the first time, Hope damned these roles they'd been given. If he could have been blissfully unaware of the bigger picture, if he could have wished all time would end right now without knowing everything else, he would've wished for nothing more.
At least now, as her lips captured his in a frenzy, they could hide their guilt behind wandering hands, behind touches that burned and their joined bodies that only screamed now.
They were doomed, anyway. If the God won, his borrowed power would return to him. If the Chaos finalized its corruption, they would all cease to exist no matter what.
All they had was each other, and he would take her until the very end.