Author's note: "SMUT! Smutsmutsmut! SMUUUUUTTTT!"

A surprised Evey Hammond froze into place. His warmth against her lips, she couldn't move, she couldn't even blink. Her eyes focused only on his pink rippled lids. Her two hands took in the texture of his face where they cupped his cheeks. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and catching her gaze, moved away. His face was a portrait of apology and excitement, she hadn't any idea what to make of it. He… V…he… She felt suddenly faint at the thought… All she could think to do was stare. The air was thick as ice.

"V…V… you kissed me..?" and her mind said automatically: yes Evey, he knows that…

…an age passed while nothing changed. Her body felt strange and intense like sand raking through her veins. Little was she aware of how fast she was breathing. A few vital inches separated their staring faces, burning the with energy that evaded them.

Taking the stillness to be rejection, V slowly pulled away towards the cracked concrete wall. Dread seeped in. But her hands stayed glued to his face, holding him still. She said nothing. Her heart hummed like an electric motor. V found nothing in her eyes that he could read? He waited, she appeared to be thinking but never broke his gaze. It took him a moment to realise she was allot closer than she had just been a second before.

Her head tilted and she halted, hovering over him. V couldn't stop himself half smiling in the second before the distance between them had vanished. Flushed skin met against flushed skin. All his thoughts were expelled as if they had never come. Where they were and what they were. Nothing else existed. V felt hers, utterly, utterly hers and hers alone. He wrapped himself around her waist.

Evey's chest hammered. Grappling two arms around his neck, she pulled him ever closer. His gentle breathing against her nose and lips sent heat rippling all down her back. She closed her eyes. Feeling him, smelling him, tasting him. She ran her fingers up the spine on his tunic, feeling his body as it rose and fell against her. His un-gloved hand stroked her side. As the heat welling in Evey's stomach built, V's kisses got rougher and faster.

Edward twisted the cigarette tight between his thumb and fore, running its sticky side across his tongue.

"How's it looking?" James pulled himself up from under the panels and stretched his back.

"I've almost got it," he cringed. "Just gimme a half a minute to rewire the rest of the system that I've clipped. We don't want any loose wires breaking off the flow." He got back to his knees and rolled onto his back. "Pass me the main wire… No, no the other… the big red one connected to the… thank you."

"I was always only good with the lights-"

Vrrp vrrp vrrp

Vrrp vrrp vrrp

Edward snatched the phone from the metal desk. Jarrod's voice answered to his unarmed ear, shrilly and suddenly. James waited and listened… Edward's sweating face flickered and contorted.

"What?" he said in a breath.

"What is it?" Jim piped. His partner held up a hand.

"What the fuck did you do to it?" loud on the other line Jarrod answered "No! No! That's not what we planned Ja-"… "I don't care!"…"This was your fucking idea, now fix it…" beep. He heaved his shoulders back and sighed.

"Ed, wh-"

"They fucked up the wiring down at the base. They cant get it connected."

"Well, I could do it?"

"No, I mean they broke the PSC"

"Oh shit…"

"Shit…" Edward remarked… "shit…Shit! SHITSHIT SHIT!" He threw the black plastic at the floor and it flung open. Leaning against the sound proof window of the BTN booth, he covered his face with his hands. "What the hell do we do? We can't keep waiting!" His shoulders shook as he breathed.

"Well…" James rolled his lips uneasily. His friend was not well. Maybe you should sit down, he wanted to say. But he wasn't going to tell Eddy what to do right now, not if he wanted to keep his nose in place. He spoke softly and uncertain: "We'll head back and see what we can do… aright?" Ed toiled his tongue over his teeth.

"Yeah," he muttered, putting the cigarette to his lips.

James packed up his gloves and phone and headed out the booth door, slowly perused by Ed. His mind on other things, Jim could tell, though what he wasn't sure. He could wait, he'd be happy to wait. These things took time. Throwing his bag over one shoulder. James felt in the dark for the studio door, hands tracing along the wall till he found a switch.

An array of golden floor-lights fumed colour into the studio. He hissed and closed his eyes. Edward stook stock still, staring at the set. Finally he found the door handle and slipped out into the hall.

"Eddy?" he turned, "y'alright?" A silhouette statue, burning white gold all along one side.

"Hmm? Yeah… yeah…" Ed followed him to the door. "I've got an idea."

Pulling him flat to her, Evey ran her hands along the length of his hips, his shoulders and back. He hummed against her lips, turning to the side a moment to breathe. Then the man ran a line of tiny kisses down her neck, murmuring sweet words against her skin between each.

"I'm not… too…? This isn't going too fast is it?" In that split second she found her eyes on his lips, torn and flattened on one side.

"No," she moaned shaking her head and moving him forcefully back to her face. Their kissing started off slow again than grew more and more wild, almost becoming violent in its friction. Subconsciously, Evey pulled at his clothing as she tempted him closer and closer to clawing through hers.

V felt wet heat run across his teeth. He parted his lips and let her slip her tongue between; this summoned a warm moan from her. He slid his tongue over hers, eliciting the same reaction from him. She swept her hands over his broad shoulders and pushed him against the wall. The two met eyes for precious seconds, touching noses, though he was lucky to have one, she thought. Her fingers traced lines across his face, exploring and soothing him.

Trapped in the tiny space the two twisted and oozed around each other. Pulling away a moment, she kissed down his jaw and neck, fingers fidgeting with the fastenings in back. He smoothly undid them for her.

V murmured softly to his love:

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that." He cupped her face in one massive hand. She leaned in and kissed him gently just on the edges of his lips. He smiled. The words built up again in her throat, like eager fire.

"I love you V," she whispered, closing her eyes and pressing her lips full to his. V pulled her against him, one leg on either side of his waist. She trapped him against the concrete like a fly, but he made no motion to escape. Heavy breathing blaring at each other silenced and released, unstopping, unyielding. She grabbed handfuls of his shirt and pulled it away, anxiously running her hands over the silk underneath, absorbing what feeing she could.

"I love you," he breathed, almost inaudibly. Still she stopped her lips tracing the curve of his neck, and looked at him. Only when she pulled back did Evey realise how close she had been. As well as she could remember, she'd never been this close to anyone, not of her own will. Their forehead's touching, her eyes fluttered closed.

"I love you…"

"I love you." She smiled, more widely than she thought she had. There was a desperation in his voice that made the moment all the more real.

"I love you V."

"I love you Eve-" she cut him off with a long kiss before he could finish and then whispered:

"It's about damned time too."

"We're gonna have to do this tomorrow…" Jarrod said, looking over the mess of wire. James came in with a length of cable in one hand and a torch in the other, kneeling into the wreckage.

"Is there any more coffee?" Jarrod held the light for him as he worked.

"I think there's about half a pot-"

"Hold this."

"-about half a pot left. We have to be stingy though, make it last till tomorrow."

"Whose on watch tonight?"

"Eddy," he turned to the man sitting on a desk, leaned against the white brick wall. "Ed?" The man didn't move. "You ok?" ….still nothing? This wasn't his problem, Jarrod thought, he must be tired. Everyone was tired. "Ed, you might wanna sneak in a wink before ya shift?" …maybe he is asleep, just with his eyes open…? Must be?

"Im'ma get some coffee."

"And one for me," called Jimmy.

"Yeah, yeah."

Shakily Evey started to unbutton her cardigan, her mouth still locked on his. He let out a small sweet noise as the final button came undone and she pulled it back over her shoulders. V leaned into her, his arms curling smoothly around her back. She slid two tiny hands over and under his cotton undershirt, untucking it and fumbling with the buttons. They were ivory.

Unspeaking the both looked down at her hands working to undress him. V's mind insisted that this was more than he could handle, that he didn't deserve this, that he was years older than her, that he was ugly, that he was uncomfortable. Some part of him was dying for an excuse to pull away, but he knew deep down that it was fear, fear trying to work its way in and pull them apart. As she gently kissed him again, all his inhibitions drained and he became all but intoxicated in her. Shirtless, her scent surrounded him. Pleaded with him. Hunted him and ravaged him. All alone in the blank space, she was everything he could sense.

Without consulting his brain, V's body had her on the floor. Her breathing was all that he had ever wanted to hear, louder and louder and he kissed more and more. Legs locking around his waist, she pulled him fast against her. He made noises he didn't recognize.

That day lasted forever. To everyone, it could well have been the last of their lives.

Except Edward. But tomorrow waited for him.

SMUT!