The world explodes.
Or maybe it just feels that way. It has taken him hours, and there were several times he wasn't sure he would even get there, but release finally floods his body it hits him like a tidal wave. Everything feels magnified. The touch. The taste. The emotions. Yet while usually after finishing, he would feel a sense of calm and tiredness, tonight after he spills between them, he feels more alive than he has ever felt before.
"I feel like a superhero." Mike laughs between gasps for air. His face is flushed, and he's soaked in sweat, but he can't help but lean down to kiss Paige again in triumph.
"You should. That was amazing." Paige pants beneath him in the backseat of the car.
"Do you want to keep going?" Mike offers, kissing his way down her stomach. "I'm done, but I not tired. If you want, we could focus on you for another round."
"Mmmm… as tempting as it is, I've lost count how many times I've gone." Paige grins up at him and he gives her a satisfied smirk with the knowledge that he's been able to get her off multiple times throughout the past few hours. Of course the ecstasy probably helped a bit, but Mike was definitely a key player.
"We are going to be so sore tomorrow." Paige groans with a laugh as Mike kisses her again with what could be the start of another round.
"Worth it." Mike murmers, kissing her again. He doesn't think he could get it up again if his life depended on it, but he still feels the need to be close to her. To touch her. His need to make love to her isn't so much about sexual urges as emotional cravings.
"I'll say." Paige smiles back up at him and the two kiss again.
"I'm not kidding. I could go another round if you want." Mike assures her as he kisses her causing her to laugh. Her laugh dances over his skin like sparkling fairies.
"We can't. It's been hours. If we keep up like this, we'll die." Paige squeals.
"Yeah, but what a way to go." Mike pants.
"We can't! I don't want to put up with the house saying I killed you again." Paige's tone is light hearted and now it's Mike's turn to laugh. Maybe it's the drugs (it's definitely the drugs) but somehow all the fighting, the drama, the feelings of grief and betrayal are gone, and they can actually somehow find a way to joke about all the shit that's gone down between them.
"Good point. Here, drink this." Mike reaches through the sink into the trunk and hands her a water bottle, taking one for himself as well.
"You're such a boyscout. I love that about you." Paige laughs accepting the water bottle and sitting up in the seat.
"You think that's impressive? Watch this." Mike grins, reaching further back into the trunk and pulling out a blanket and a towel. He wipes some of the thick fog from the window to check outside to see it's stopped raining. "Let's go."
"Where are we going?" Paige asks, grabbing Mike's oxford shirt to button up over her and pulling her underwear back on. At this moment she feels like she'd follow him anywhere. Like the two of them together could do anything. Plus the inside of the car is hot, and humid, dripping with the smell of pheromones, sweat and sex. Fresh air would be welcome.
"You'll see." Mike fishes around for his boxers and jeans and then opens the door reaching in for her hand. When she accepts it, he pulls her out in one quick motion up into his arms with the blanket and the towel carrying her laughing to the expanse of empty beach next to the road where they pulled over.
The rain has stopped, but the sand is still damp. Putting down the towel on the sand facing the ocean, Mike sits and motions for Paige to join him. She sits beside him, appreciating the cool ocean breeze through her hair and he wraps the blanket around them both.
"So what happened tonight? Why did you take it?" Mike asks as the two stare out at the ocean.
"I told myself at the time that I didn't have a choice. That my cover depended on it, but I think maybe… I just wanted to feel happy again. I'd forgotten what it felt like." Paige answers, curling up under Mike's arm. "I know it's not an excuse but the world just seemed so bleak. I needed to escape. Even if it was only for a night."
"I know what you mean." Mike kisses the top of her head. He remembers the depression, but it doesn't affect him now. Now he feels perfect in this moment, able to talk to her openly about anything. "Why did you drug me?"
"To punish you." Paige grins wickedly up at him, "Is it working?"
"Not even a little." Mike kisses her hair and pulls her closer, looking out at the stars shining over the ocean. "This is the best night of my life. Is it always like this?"
"I don't know. I hear the first high is the best, but it's not physically addictive. Some people get psychologically addicted chasing that first high, though."
"I can see that. What was your first time like?"
"Like this." Paige entwines her fingers with his and kisses him on the lips.
"You've never done this before?" Mike pulls back to ask.
"Don't sound so surprised. I'm a good girl!" Paige giggles.
"I know." Mike admits adoringly, the drug having him feeling incredibly honest and sentimental. "When I got back to DC, I may have run a background check on you… or sixteen."
"You were cyber stalking me?" Paige seems more touched than disturbed.
"I missed you. Every time I learned something new about you... it was addictive. Like a little bit of home."
"You could have just called you know. Freak." Paige ruffles his hair affectionately.
"You were across the ocean. And as I recall, you were the one who put in for my transfer. I didn't think I had a chance." Mike reminds her. "I mean you made me feel like such an ass after I kissed you the first time. Do you know how much courage it took me to try again?"
"As I remember, you seemed pretty confident."
"Well the towel dropping helped. I can take a hint." Mike grins at the memory, his voice developing a more shy serious tone, "Like when you sent Sid to kill me."
Paige's eyes drift over Mike's face before leaning in to kiss him gently. She chides him softly, "Don't be a buzzkill."
"Fair enough." Mike pulls her in for a hug, resting his chin on top her head and staring out at the ocean. "You want to hear the dirt I found on you?"
"Do I want to know?" Paige asks with a grin.
"You were valedictorian. You were a cheerleader for less than a month." Mike grins, "I'm surprised you lasted that long actually. . . I did find an arrest record for you in middle school. Really? Middle school?"
"Ok! That was not my fault! I can explain that." Paige smacks his chest.
"Oh I'm sure you can criminal." Mike smiles down at her.
The conversation playfully went on until it fell into a comfortable silence staring out at the ocean wrapped up in each other's arms.
"Thank you." Mike whispers into her hair.
"For what?" Paige asks, she's a few hours ahead of Mike in her trip, and is starting to feel the effects fade.
"For tonight."
"I drugged you. Don't thank me." Paige rolls her eyes.
She can feel herself coming down from the high, the melancholy setting back in. Soon it will be daylight, and Mike and her will be sober. The connection with him she's been feeling so strongly for the last few hours will disappear and she'll be alone again.
They'll fight.
They'll hurt.
He'll leave.
She's been waiting for him to leave ever since they killed Sid. She doesn't know what's keeping him anymore. Part of her wants him to go so she can try for closure and move on. The other part of her fears the day he leaves more than anything.
She snuggles closure back into his arms and watches as the sun begins to rise.