The warmth of the ship encompassed them as they entered. The cold from outside had no doubt chilled them both, but they were unable to tell, having been so preoccupied. DJ took the hand he'd been holding, kissing it gently. Her breathing became ragged as she watched him. He put his hand gently on her neck, rubbing his rough fingers across it. Feeling brave, she placed her chilled hand onto his chest and slid it into the top of his shirt. He was burning hot. He tilted his head and peered at her the way an expert watches a novice. He made her feel sheepish. It was so refreshing. With the bemused expression still on his face, he tore her hand from his shirt and pulled her down the hallway.

DJ shut the bedroom door behind them. When he turned around to face her, the change in his demeanor startled her. The intensity of his gaze made her heart race. He began to slowly walk towards her. The clear intent behind his scowl was absolutely intimidating. She froze watching him. Her shallow breaths made her chest waver, as he edged closer. The smell of him flooded her senses, causing her to dizzy and cling to his shoulders. His presence was engrossing, his lean in to kiss her felt fluid, like he'd been kissing her since he shut the door. The touch of his lips to hers felt like fire. He tasted like wine mixed with aftershave. Their kiss was careful, unlike their hands, which sought all over each other's bodies.

She tried to take her clothes off, he stopped her. She tried to take his clothes off, he stopped her.

"Don't rush," he growled. She felt a flood rush between her legs. DJ was a man of patience she had to remember. Backing her into a wall, he pressed his body into hers. The pressure comforted her. She wanted nothing more to melt into him. His mouth was eager, as if he couldn't get enough of her lips, or her neck, or her shoulders. His newly grown stubble scratched against her skin. His hands roamed to the small of her back, gently massaging a spot he'd picked as his favorite. He couldn't help but to thrust into her. She'd grab his hips and pull him in each time, enjoying the hardness between his legs poking her. Yet, as he held her in his arms his intensity lessened to an amorous passion which felt calmer and sweeter. She tried to enjoy this calm before the storm, but she was throbbing. When she put her hands on the back of his head, he snapped and tugged on her hair, causing her to cry out in pleasure. In an instance, she felt like the wounded bird in the paw of a lion…again.

With her back against the wall, he slid his hand under her skirt and into the top of her underwear. He chuckled in her ear, as she gasped. Playing and rubbing her, he teased, "my my my look how wet you are."

After her knees almost buckled from beneath her a few times, he backed away. "Stay th-there," he demanded. Something about the way he told her what to do made her even wetter and she was happy to obey.

"Take off that dress," he said, his dark eyes flickering over her. She began to pull from the bottom of the dress, but hesitated when he took a step towards her. It was like he couldn't make up his mind where he wanted to be. She noticed his fists were balled at his sides. He wanted to grab her. Smirking at him, she pulled the dress off. Just as her hands darted over her bra, he stepped forward again, now in front of her. She faltered, wondering what he'd do.

"I didn't say s-s-stop," he said.

She removed the bra. Her breasts fell out, as she straightened her posture. Moaning, he bent down to put her nipple in his mouth. He bit and sucked on her breasts, grasping them firmly in his hands. Occasionally, he slapped her ass to bring her in towards him, as if she couldn't be close enough. Unable to stop herself any longer, she lowered her hand to his crouch to feel how hard he was. But before she could do more, he pulled her to the bed.

He removed his shirt and lowered himself on top of her. The heat and weight of him enthralled her, as she pulled him closer. His skin was burning against her cold fingers. He bit her bottom lip, and she automatically wrapped her legs around him. But he pulled away with a sly smile and lowered her legs. Her body was on fire, and she wanted him…no, she felt like she needed him. DJ waited, watching her as she squirmed on the bed. His gaze was so commanding that she was convinced he was touching her even when he wasn't. Finally, he bent down to caress her cheek and run his callused thumb over her mouth.

"Just like two red petals," DJ looked down between her legs. "I wonder," he whispered. His hand ran over her stomach and then over her underwear as she moaned.

He lowered himself down to her navel, kissing it and then he nestled his head between her thighs. She saw his devilish grin again. She realized this is what he'd been thinking about every time she'd seen it before. If she had thought the gaze he gave her normally was too much, she had difficulty handling the look he gave her from between her legs. It was ensnaring. His eyes were dark in the lighting of the room, and as they peered up at her, canopied by his thick eyebrows… she knew a single glance could send her over the edge.

His fingers wrapped around her silky underwear as he gave her another glance before tearing it. He haphazardly ripped them off, trying to gain access to her as quickly as possible. When he did, he spread her apart with his thumbs, groaning again. He put his hands on the back of her knees, hoisting her legs into the air, as he licked her once.

"I was right," he said, seeming to play with the taste in his mouth. He dropped her legs, and nestled his head again on her thigh. He exhaled a hot breath over her, making her shudder.

He put his mouth over her clit, as his tongue began to flicker back and forth. Her leg shook from the pleasure. He steadied it with his hand, and moved over her again, licking. Cries and moans escaped her lips as he delighted in her. The groans from his raspy voice vibrated through her adding to her rapture.

Reaching over her leg, he grabbed her breast, pinching her nipple, while he licked her. He played with her, getting her on the edge of orgasm and then pulling away to tease her.

"Please," she pleaded, putting her fingers in his hair. Her pleading made him moan and he obliged with a grin. He continued to lick and finger her as the orgasm welled up from within her. She felt a wave through her body as she convulsed in pleasure. When she became increasingly sensitive, she had to pull his hair to get his mouth away. He wouldn't let go, wanting to lick every last drop of her.

When he finally rose, his mouth and chin were soaking wet and he had the smuggest grin on his face. Taking his shirt from the bed, he wiped his mouth with it. She was amazed he still had his pants on. She relaxed from the intense orgasm as his hands ran over her body, massaging her. It was as though he were trying to etch her in his memory. DJ shook his head in disbelief. "How is your skin so-so soft…" he said in a whisper. He leaned down kissing her, and she felt his large bulge pressing into her again, making her moan.

Suddenly, he stood, pulling her from the bed and hoisting her onto the dresser. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

He took her hands and put them on his zipper, and she undid them. Before she could grab him, he kissed her and then put her hands on the back of his head. She closed her eyes and lightly tugged at his hair, kissing him. Grabbing his cock in his hand, he rubbed her with it, which made her gasp with surprised delight. Looking down at him, her eyes widened. He gave her a cheesy grin, and her eyes grew more wanting.

"Please," she said again. She knew he loved it. Dropping his smile almost immediately, DJ entered her. A throaty moaned escaped her lips as she cried out. He groaned as well, rasping about how tight she was.

He pulled her close, kissing her neck as he started to move in and out slowly. It drove her wild. He smirked, enjoying her shallow breaths and gasps.

DJ pushed one of her legs back before speeding up. The slapping from their skin boomed throughout the room, and she had to put her hands behind her for traction. He pinched her nipples and pulled her in, biting her neck hard. She was in ecstasy. He hit the spot inside her repeatedly. She cried out. Suddenly, he pulled away again, hoisting her up and throwing her on the bed with ease.

"On your knees," he said with a smile.

"Can't make up your mind?" she teased.

"I'm just g-greedy." He slapped her on the ass hard, and she moaned.

He spread her cheeks apart, licking between them before entering her again. The slapping from the force of him began again. He fucked her hard and uncaring, as she practically whimpered from the pleasure of it. From this angle, he was even deeper inside, so each thrust felt like uncontrollable euphoria. He bent down pulling on her hair, as she moaned in delight.

He flipped her over, "I wanna look at you."

He took a moment to kiss her, before grabbed his cock, slapping her clit with it suddenly. He entered again, watching her as she locked eyes with him. Her impassioned gaze made him stop for a second, as he slowed to prevent from finishing too early. With one hand gripping her breast, he started to rub her clit with his other.

"DJ," she breathed. She felt an impulse, one inspired by his fingers on her neck earlier. She took the hand on her breast and brought it up to her neck, "please," she said again.

He hesitated for a moment in disbelief. "Oh fuck," he said intoxicated, grabbing her throat with force. Then, he let go, seeming a little uncertain of himself. She brought his hand up again to her throat. He wrapped his hands around her neck with slightly less force, and it was perfect. Not wasting a moment to feel embarrassed he gripped her and slowed his pace to sudden hard thrusts. Feeling himself get close, he let go of her throat to focus on her clit again. He fucked and rubbed her with a hungry look in his eye which almost made her orgasm. The pleasure welled up within her again as she whispered, "I'm so close," and closed her eyes to prevent finishing.

"Don't hold back," he growled.

He sped up again, and she could feel him become more engorged as he got ready to cum. She opened her eyes. Looking at his smoldering gaze, did it for her. She groaned loudly, the insides of her convulsing and grabbing him. This sent him off the edge, as he pulled out of her at the last second.

He towered over her, gasping for breath, but smiling. After a moment, he bent down and kissed her. Then to her surprise, he wiped her stomach with his shirt. She sat up, pulling him in for another kiss, before heading to the bathroom to pee. In the mirror, she recognized the afterglow of sex, and the proud trophy of matted sex hair. She was elated and more satisfied than she'd ever been.

When she came back, he was under the covers leaning on his elbow like someone posing for a sexy photo. He looked incredibly good, but also ridiculous and it made her laugh. She put her dress back on which made DJ pout.

"I s-s-see. I know when I'm being used," he pulled the covers over his head.

She chuckled at him, "Just a reflex." Getting in bed with him, she pulled the covers over her head as well.

"Only n-n-naked people allowed under here," he said, pulling at her dress.

She tried to protest, "I'm taking it off geez!" but she wasn't fast enough for him, and he pulled it back over her head and threw it across the room.

"That's-s-s much better." He pulled the covers back over them. They turned on their sides to face one another, as his hand caressed the curve of her hip. The light from the room gleamed through the sheets, making it look like they were inside a cloud. It all felt very natural, and for the first time in her life she felt normal. She couldn't help but grin goofily at him, while he just gave her his usual amused smirk.

She furrowed her eyebrows in order to try and appear serious, "I have to tell you something and I don't know how you'll react to it."

Not taking her seriously, DJ tousled his messy hair. "Shoot."

"When you stutter on 's' you sound like a snake," she said with a grin.

He looked unimpressed and exaggerated his stutter, "S-s-s-s-so, what sh-sh-shadow lady?"

"It suits you is all I'm saying."

He scoffed and pinched her hip. She hit his hand. He chuckled and caressed her cheek. A wistful look was in his eye. "If I'm a snake, then you're a spider, SL."

"SL?" she asked before immediately realizing it was short for shadow-lady. He didn't answer her and instead pulled her over so that she'd lay her head on top of his chest. She'd never cuddled before, so she tried her best to get comfortable. His fingers wrapped in her hair playing with it until his breaths deepened and he drifted off to sleep. She thought of leaving, but reconciled that in fact she was very comfortable in his arms. Soon, the steady beat of his heart lulled her to sleep.

Months later, the mischievous pair will find themselves on a dense world together, sitting in the back of a stranger's shop that they'll just have broken into. The woman will wrap a bandage around DJ's arm as tears will form and drop from her eyes.

He'll look to her and say, "What's wrong, SL?"

"You're bleeding, that's what's wrong." She'll say between sobs, "you're bleeding and it's my fault."

He'll wiped the tears from her face, unbothered. "Wow, you're really upset-t."

"I should have killed him earlier," she'll say with a guttural rage.

"We didn't know," he'll hold her hand to reassure her. "You look scary when you c-cry."

She'll stop wrapping the bandage, and hold him. "It's my fault," she'll sob into his chest.

He'll chuckle at her and say "SL, I think you l-l-love me or something."

She will back away, avoiding his gaze. Instead she'll check his wound. It will heal fine. He'll be in no danger.

"Don't be embarrassed, SL," he'll say just to tease her.

"Shut up. I didn't say anything like that," she'll mutter and finish wrapping his wound.

"Oh I th-think you just did." He'll say with a smirk.

"I am allowed to cry because you almost died. Don't play this game right now while you're still fucking bleeding," she'll reply bitterly.

He would stand with no issue, and SL will question if she overreacted. He'll walk to the counter of the shop, and start rummaging through the shelves. "What are we without our games, love?" He'll say as though it were nothing.

His response will make her annoyance lessen. The truth of his words will break through to her and she'll ask, "Love?" while standing to follow him.

He will look unbothered as usual. "Was going to call you that when we met, but d-d-didn't want to scare you," he'll say while finding a button hidden under the counter. He'll press it without pause and then look around for a response, to which there will be none.

She'll stand and cross her arms watching him, "That's ridiculous, but you did want to kiss me when I was unwashed and covered in dirt."

He will look back at her with a warm smile, "Love is strange, isn't it? But you wouldn't know, would you?"

"I would," she'll reply. There gaze will linger knowingly on one another….

Right before an alarm will sound.

She will yell at him and his response will be, like usual to just shrug his shoulders.

The end.