A/N: I apologize for the double emails if anyone got them for this chapter. I posted it while on mobile and when I went back to check it later it looked off on my phone? So I removed it and decided to just repost it. So here's my short and sweet (and probably last) contribution for Royai Week prompt six: "Blindness." Enjoy!
For just one night, they decided.
For one night they would be blind. Blind to the fact that they were superior officer and subordinate. Blind to the knowledge that a relationship such as this was strictly forbidden, the consequences steep and detrimental. Blind to it as their lips met the other's hungrily.
For just one night they would forget. Forget the sins they had committed and the horrors they had seen. Forget the blood that stained their hands red and would never be washed clean.
For one night they would pretend. Pretend that he was hers and she was his. Pretend that what they were in actuality was not the truth and was not what they would wake up to tomorrow.
For one night they would give in. Give in to their passionate, fiery desires. Give in to their prolonged, wanting stares and brief, but meaningful, contact defined by brushing shoulders or misplaced hands.
For one night they would love. Love each other beyond what is expected of them, but what is still suspected by those closest to them. Love each other as a man and woman so enamored with the other should love. Love the feeling of the other's body rocking against theirs; love the intoxicating scent of the other's skin.
For one night they would simply just be. Be together as one rather than two. Be something that they could only be in their dreams as they laid together in a mess of tangled sheets and long-removed clothes, a concept they both constantly craved and wished was actual for them.
For one night, just one single night, they would allow themselves the company of the other. To chase the nightmares of raging infernos and blood-red throats away; holding each other until the light of dawn wakes them and hurls them back into the harsh and structured reality that awaited them.
Tonight they would be blind, knowing that tomorrow they would return to superior and subordinate. Once again stealing glances and sharing light touches, selfishly hoping, praying, that they could be blind again.
Happy Royai Week!