Connected
by Kat and Kadi
Rated NC-17
Disclaimer: Yeah right...like TPTB would ever come up with
something this
good! :P~ (hehe, i got the ego to be one of them! :P)
He bent over, idly blowing a lock of hair from his forehead as he
lifted yet
another crate. The muscles of his arms ached and bulged as he
lifted it over
his head, adding it to the ever growing stack. He turned after
that, and
lifted a large bottle of water. He threw his head back and lifted
the bottle
over his head. Tipping it back, he let the cool liquid flow over
his face.
The water trickled downward, moving over the finely chiseled
muscles of his
chest and stomach. Slowly, he lowered the bottle and shook out
his hair,
sprays of water flying from the dark locks. Refreshed for the
moment, he
moved the bottle back to its resting place, and continued lifting
the crates
and stacking them. From behind, a figure moved forward, leaning
against a
tree she watched him, smiling. As he once again bent upright she
moved in
behind him, her small hands slid along the muscles of his back,
gently
massaging away the ever showing fatigue. She leaned in close to
him,
pressing her front to his back and ran her hands up his sides. As
she did
this, her lips brushed against his neck, "Chakotay..."
she murmured against
his skin.
He grinned, and turned to face her. Catching her around the waist
he pulled
her to him, none to gently and captured her mouth. His tongue
made deep
sweeping motions within her mouth, thoroughly tasting her before
he finally
released her. "Good morning Kathryn..."
Her hands swept up his bare chest to move around his neck, and
leaning in
she kissed her way across his chin. "Why don't you,"
she said between
kisses, "come on back to the house and take a shower, and
then we can...."
She leaned fully into him, catching his lips in a steamy kiss and
moving her
lower body suggestively against his own.
He groaned as his arms went around her waist, he gave her a tight
squeeze,
almost pulling her fully off the ground. His lips moved across
her jaw to
her neck, and he murmured against her skin, "Well I'd like
too, but if I
don't finish unloading the crates, my Captain will be very
unhappy with
me....." He trailed off as his hands swept down to cup her
hips and pull her
more fully against him.
She whimpered and pulled away, "Damn it, you just had to go
and ruin it
didn't you."
His brow arched, "I did?" His eyes lit up with a
challenge as he pulled her
to him, lifting her, his lips captured hers as his free arm swept
away a
stack of tools from his work table. He lifted her onto it, all
the while
never breaking the contact of their mouths. His hands reached out
to her
hips, and working as quickly as he could, he divested her of her
trousers,
followed closely by her silk undergarments. Those same hands
reached up and
pulled her blouse apart, barely caring, or even noticing as
buttons flew out
around them. He didn't bother to finish removing the blouse,
simply pushed
it aside as he ripped her bra from her body. His hands captured
her breasts,
fingers cupping the soft mounds as his thumbs teased her nipples.
Kathryn's back arched, and a moan bubbled up from deep within her
throat as
her nails bit into the skin of his shoulders. She pulled his
lower lip into
her mouth, sucking and nibbling on it before finally letting go
of it to
sweep her tongue back into his mouth. She wrapped her legs around
his waist
and arched into him, grinding herself into his hips in a slow
rotation
He gave a low growl and moved to rid himself of his remaining
clothing. Once
free of them, his arm moved once more around her waist and lifted
her.
Thrusting forward he entered her fully, the action punctuated by
their loud
cries.
Chakotay awoke with a start, and then let out a groan of
frustration. He
drug his pillow over his face and screamed. This was the
fifth time this week he'd
had one of those dreams, and he always woke up just before
completion. Oh
he had had erotic dreams about Kathryn before, but never so
continuos or
realistic as these. Hell there were times on the bridge
that she would look
at him and he would swear she new what he was thinking, hell,
what he had
dreamed. Spirits of his ancestors, but this was
frustrating. Ten minutes
with her, alone or otherwise and he had a hard on like a rookie
with his
first date....
His eyes flickered briefly across the all too painful bulge
jutting out
beneath his blanket. With another groan he rose from the bed and
padded into
the bathroom to run the coldest damn shower he could. He stood
under the
cold spray, his eyes clamped shut, fists clenched into balls,
unaware that
beyond the wall another was doing the exact same thing.
Kathryn lowered her body into a tub of cool water, all the while
groaning as
deeply as possible. When her body lay emersed in the water she
brought her
hands up to her face and tried desperately to rub the images of
the last few
hours from her memory. It was the fifth night in a row that her
dreams had
been plagued with the images of Chakotay making love to her in
the open. Or
at least, the images of him beginning to make love to her...it
was never
finished. She always awoke in the same spot, just after he'd
entered her. It
was frustrating, all she wanted to do was scream. And to make it
worse she
had to sit next to him on the bridge every morning, it was a
wonder she was
able to make it through the first two hours before finally
excusing herself
to her ready room. She lived in a state of perpetual ache, there
was no
moment when it stopped, not even when she tried satisfying
herself, that
only seemed to make it worse.
She sighed and lifted herself from the tub, knowing her
discomfort would
only be lessened for the moment. The minute she saw him it would
begin
again, with a fervor, and not stop until he touched her--or so
she thought.
There were times when she was willing to let him have her right
there in her
ready room, hell, right there on the bridge. She sighed again as
she wrapped
a towel around her body, she was going to have to find some other
way to
relieve her frustration, because letting him touch her was
just out of the
question.
Bridge duty was hell. Both commanding officers, after the
morning staff
meeting, retreated to their offices. Kathryn, exhausted by
yet another
sleepless night, laid down on the couch in her ready room and
closed her
eyes. Within moments, she was fast asleep...
The music swirled around her as she spun gracefully on the dance
floor. The
soft, somber strains of Beethoven's moonlight sonata swept her
into a subtle
and delicate motion, sweeping her along, eyes closed, as each
heart touching
strain washed over her. The music, with it's seemingly
simple melody
reminded her of her relationship with Chakotay. The
physical things only
hid a much more complex and unique string of notes, that flowed
together and
formed a whole. Both able to carry her away without a
thought. It was that
which held her as the music once more began it's path through her
head. As
she flung her arms out and swayed to the delicate strains, two
strong arms
wrapped around her, swaying with her, absorbing the music.
As their bodies
moved together, his hands drifted lightly down her sides, slowly,
always in
flow with that around them.
His hands swept back up, caressing her breasts through the soft
white fabric
of her gown. His lips nibbled on the back of her neck, and
behind her ear.
Before long, the soft strains of music enhanced the smell and
feel of man
until she wasn't sure where one ended and the other began, both
surrounding
her, seducing her.
*You're beautiful when you do that,* the sound rang out between
them,
mingling with the music around them. Her lips curved into a smile
at the
feel of his voice against the arch of her neck. She leaned back
into him,
letting his body support her as they moved. His hands swept over
her gown
covered body, bunching the ends of it upward over her hips. She
moaned, her
hands gripping his arms as his hands moved over her skin, teasing
her
swollen folds through the fabric of her underwear.
Chakotay nibbled his way across her neck to her shoulder as his
hand found
its way within her silk panties. His fingers slid downward over
her abdomen
to tangle in her damp curls, he let out a deep groan as he made
first
contact with her hot center, even as the music continued to swirl
around
them, gaining in tempo and volume. "Chakotay..."
His eyes sprang open, he bolted upright in his seat, looking
around the
office. He had heard her as clearly as though she had been
standing in front
of him, but his office was empty. His heart hammered against his
chest, the
sound couldn't have come from the comm system, the longing had
been too
deep, too real. He shook his head, trying to clear it, he had to
concentrate. This was getting to be too much for him, he was
going to have
to find a way to get those images out of his thoughts.
Kathryn let out a whimper as her eyes snapped open. One
moment he was there
with her and the next, she was lying, curled on the couch in her
office,
ready to cry for the need soaring through her. She could
still hear the
music in her head, feel the strength of him against
her. She stood
swiftly, her head aching from the sudden movement. Heading
to the replicator, she
ordered a cup of coffee and wished desperately for something,
anything to
explain to her what the hell was going on.
She sipped her coffee with shaking hands. Rationally, her
mind tried to
justify the eroticism of the dreams. It had been, after
all, five years
since she'd had a lover. Chakotay was a warm, intelligent,
well built specimen.
She had every right to be aroused. What she couldn't figure
out was why
these thoughts were coming back to her with such a
vengeance. She thought
she had put those thoughts and desires to rest, but obviously she
hadn't. The
image of her, naked and wet, standing under a waterfall with him
coming up
before her, kissing her on the belly was so real and so
startling, that she
dropped her cup. As the glass shattered on the floor, she
stared at it
stupidly. Now the dreams were coming while she was
awake. As she knelt to
pick up the broken pieces, Kathryn Janeway wondered just where in
the hell
her control had gone.
She jumped again when her chime rang, this time cutting her palm
on one of
the jagged pieces. "Damn it, Come in." She held her
injured hand against her
knee and brought the other up to pinch the bridge of her nose.
"Yes what is
it?" When she met his eyes she immediately looked away,
blushing inspite of
herself.
Chakotay stepped forward, "Kathryn..."
*Damn it, I can't stand it when he does that.* She reached for a
drawer in
her desk and pulled out an emergency med-kit. She activated the
dermal
regenerator as she stood, sealing the cut.
"I'm sorry," he said, taking a step back.
Her head snapped up, "About what?"
"Being so informal Captain," he held up a data padd for
her, "the duty
roster, I believe you wanted it on your desk this morning."
She swore silently, she'd been unaware she'd said that aloud. If
he only
knew what she really thought about him saying her name. "Yes
thank you, I'll
look at it in moment."
He nodded and stepped forward to place it on her desk, then
turned to leave.
*She looks so damn strung out you'd think she was drinking, and I
bet she
hasn't slept in days.*
Her head snapped up again, "What did you say?"
He stopped in front of her door, "I didn't say anything
Captain."
"Yes you did, I heard you. You said I looked so strung out
someone might
think I'd been drinking. I'm sorry my appearance doesn't please
you
Chakotay, but I wasn't aware I was supposed to dress to your
liking." She
tossed the regenerator and med kit aside, placing her hands on
her hips. "If
you don't like what you see, maybe you shouldn't be
looking."
"Maybe I won't, its not like it does me any good."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
His fists clenched, "Nothing Kathryn, nothing at all."
She wanted to scream, and at the same time she didn't know
whether to kiss
him or strangle him. "Dismissed."
His eyes narrowed, "Oh no, I heard that." He stepped
toward her, slowly
boxing her into a corner.
She frowned, "Heard what? I told you to leave." Her
eyes fell to his lips,
and then away, looking anywhere but at him. She thought that
perhaps if she
didn't look at him she wouldn't want him so badly, but she could
feel him.
Feel him in the room, in front of her, next to her. She could
feel his
breath on her face and he hadn't even gotten that close to her
yet. She
could feel his hands on her breasts, and he hadn't even touched
her yet, but
his eyes were burning holes into her. She whimpered as she pushed
herself
away from the bulkhead she'd backed up against and moved across
the room, as
far from him as she could get.
*You want me!* Chakotay stared at her a minute, unable to
believe the
desire he saw in her eyes or the things he'd just heard. He
was surprised when her
body stiffened and she spun back to him.
"I do not!" *Gods if only that were true.*
Kathryn stepped back as he
moved toward her once again. His hands grasped her arms,
and for a moment she was
overwhelmed by sensation. "Let me go Commander!"
"No, I don't think so Kathryn. Something is happening
here, something
strange. I want to test a theory."
"What?" *Oh just shut up and kiss me you
idiot. Do you have any idea how
many times I've wanted you to take control? Take the
decision out of my
hands?"
"I can't believe you said that. Do you know how long
I've dreamed you
would?"
"What? All I said was what?" She pulled
away a bit, frustrated. *He's
insane."
Chakotay pulled her closer again. "Crazy about you
maybe." His mouth
closed over hers and the shear pleasure of it nearly washed
away. *Open for me
Kathryn. Open as you have always wanted to.*
Her mouth opened at his bidding, allowing him in and access and
bringing a
rush of sensation reminiscent of her dreams. The result of
those dreams
brought her back to herself sharply and she jerked free of him,
stumbling
back and away. "What do you think your doing
Commander?"
*Look at my mouth Kathryn.* Her eyes obliged, and then his
voice came
through her head again, only his mouth didn't move. *I only
did as you
requested. I kissed you, kissed you like you've always
wanted me too.*
She paled and fell back against the bulkhead, "This isn't
possible..." Her
voice was barely above a whisper as she struggled to figure out
what was
happening. *I can't--I can't breathe...if I don't get out of here
now...*
"What?" He took a step toward her, catching her as she
tried to flee for the
door. "What will you do Kathryn?" He pulled her to him,
her back to his
front and let his hands splay across her stomach. His breath was
hot against
her neck as he spoke in a low voice his lips brushing her ears,
"You'll lose
control? Give in to what you want?" His hands began to move
slowly upward,
across her ribcage until his hands barely brushed her breasts,
*What will
you do Kathryn...*
She melted into him for only a moment before jerking away. With a
choked sob
she fled from the room, moving across the bridge as quickly as
she could,
not even caring when the entire bridge crew turned questioning
eyes upon
her. She bypassed her quarters and marched right into sickbay,
there she
grabbed the Doctor by his uniform and half dragged him into his
office. "You
have got to help me.." She was beyond composure, her eyes
were frantic,
darting around the room like a caged animal's. "Something
strange is
happening, I don't know why or how, but I can hear the Commander
in my mind,
and he me. You have got to make it stop."
The Doctor stared at her, shocked, but quickly shook it off.
"You're able to
communicate telepathically? When did this start? How strong are
the
communications?" He reached for a tricorder and began
scanning her, "I'm not
reading anything out of the ordinary Captain, besides a rise in
your
adrenaline and estrogen levels."
"It started sometime this week, I think we've been sharing
dreams. And then
today we could hear each others thoughts. We were in my ready
room together,
I don't know if they occur when we're apart, but its...it has to
stop."
He frowned at her, "I'll have to examine both of you, very
thoroughly to try
and determine what's causing the phenomena, I can't guarantee a
fix
Captain."
She shook her head, then running a hand through her hair she
sighed, "I
don't care what you do, just do it."
He nodded, "Alright, I'll get right on it." He reached
for his combadge to
call Chakotay down to sickbay, but quickly shut his mouth when
the Commander
appeared in the door of his office. "Ah, there you are.
Alright, let's get
these scans started."
Chakotay followed silently as the Doctor led them toward twin
biobeds. He
didn't utter a word as he was gestured onto one of them, or when
the Doctor
began scanning him. But his eyes followed her, watching her every
move, he
couldn't help the thoughts in his mind. At her visible discomfort
he tried
suppressing them, but it was impossible. *Kathryn...* She
shifted, but
didn't answer him. *Damn it, don't ignore me, look at me.* When
she did a
pain shot through his heart, her eyes were wet with unshed tears,
the pain
behind them heart wrenching. He closed his own eyes and looked
away, *I'm
sorry, I never imagined I could hurt you, just by loving you.*
With that he
rose, "Doctor we'll finish these later, I have matters I
need to attend to."
He didn't bother to wait for an acknowledgment before he left
sickbay.
Despite having the doctor near, her eyes closed tightly, but even
so tears
managed to flow down her cheeks, "I love you too," she
whispered aloud,
knowing he couldn't hear her then.
Chakotay stood under the hot spray of the shower, hands braced on
either
side of the shower head, praying the damn thing would wash away
the torment in
his head. He glanced down, watching the pattern of the
water flow over his body
grinning at the fact that he preferred a regular shower to wash
away his
tension rather than a sonic one. Wouldn't Kathryn be
surprised to know that
he too preferred the caress of water over sonic waves? At
the thought of
her, he groaned, and the image of her, there in the shower with
him was so
strong, that he had to bite back a gasp. For a moment, he
fought off the
thoughts, knowing she could see them, hear them. It did no
good, and he let
the fantasy wash over him.
The sensual image that passed through Kathryn's head made her
stumble in the
corridor. A helpful ensign caught her arm and steadied her,
wondering at
the confused expression on the Captain's face. Kathryn
thanked him quietly and
continued on, trying desperately to force the erotic images from
her mind.
The pull was too much and she stumbled again, this time against
the wall.
Unable to think, she scowled as her door wouldn't open. She
quickly keyed
in her command overrides, and entered, determined to check the
computer later.
She stumbled through the room, the image of Chakotay making love
to her in
the shower forcing out all other thoughts. She stripped
down and entered
the bathroom and the shower, barely registering that the water
was already
running and another was in it. Her sense of reality warped,
Kathryn clung
to the man in front her, absorbing the sensations.
With a groan Chakotay gave in to the thoughts in his head and
turned,
embracing the image. He raised her arms over her head and pressed
her into
the wall of the shower, his mouth sought her out, claiming her
lips and
pushing past them with little effort. Their tongues met and
dueled, and for
a moment he thought it had to be more than a dream, never before
had it felt
so real, tasted so sweet. His hands swept down her arms, over her
shoulders,
and brushed against her breasts as he moved them down her sides.
He touched
all of her, his hands swept down over her hips and then back up,
moving over
wet flesh as they swept up her chest. He briefly caressed her
breasts as
his hands moved to her neck, her shoulders touching as much of
her as he
could while never breaking contact with her mouth.
Kathryn let her hands drop to his shoulders, and mimicked his own
movements--touching as much of him as she could. Eventually she
wound her
hands back up into his hair, her nails clawing at him, as if she
were trying
to pull him into her. She moaned when his mouth left her lips to
trail
eagerly down her neck. His tongue licked at the water coursing
over her
breasts, he pulled her nipple into his mouth, and teased it
between his
teeth, her legs almost caved in beneath her from the touch. She
kept one
hand buried in his hair, the other gripped his shoulder for
support as he
ventured lower, licking water from her stomach.
He knelt before her, then lifted her leg and rested it over his
arm as he
held it in mid air. His lips caressed the inside of her thigh,
suckling
water from her soft skin. He rested his free hand against her
stomach,
fingers splayed outward as his lips moved closer to her body,
finally
seeking out the juncture between her legs. Her cries rang in his
ears as his
tongue made contact with her sensitive skin, darting in and out
of folds,
pulling them into his mouth to tease with his teeth. When he felt
the knee
supporting her begin to buckle he pulled away and rose before
her. Then
lifting her, he wrapped her legs around his waist and held her
against the
wall of the shower. He captured her lips yet again as he entered
her,
driving himself completely into her. She let out a small squeak,
but moved
against him, welcoming the mix of pleasure and pain. One of his
hands found
hers and held it over both their heads as he began moving within
her,
thrusting forth quickly and deeply.
Kathryn's free hand clawed at his shoulders, her nails left thin
red trails
in their wake as she held onto him. Their tongues dueled for
control,
neither of them giving in as the ache growing between them began
to send
tremors shooting out within their bodies. Finally, giving in to
him, she let
her head fall back, screaming loudly as wave after wave of
pleasure flowed
through her body. He lowered his head to her bared neck and
nipped at the
soft skin, pulling it between his teeth and marking her as his.
He let his
eyes drift tightly shut as he made his final thrusts within her
body,
finally spilling his long held release.
Slowly, together, they sank to the floor of the shower. Water
continued to
flow over them as they clung tightly to each other, chests
heaving with the
force of their union.
Kathryn's eyes fluttered open as the flow of the water continued
to flow
over her. Her first thought was she had finally reached
release. As a male
voice agreed with her, she realized that she was being held
tightly in Chakotay's
arms. Awareness had her jerking up and out of his arms,
trying to stand.
Though shocked to find his fantasy had been reality, Chakotay was
pleased
nonetheless. He had finally held Kathryn in his arms, made
love to her as
he had always wanted to. However, as she pulled away and
stared down at him
with panic and indignation in her eyes, his temper flared.
He reached up
and pulled her back down to him. She fell as her feet
slipped out from under
her with the force of his pull. She landed against him,
causing both of them to
tumble back into the shower. He growled as he cracked his
head on the
floor.
Kathryn tried once more to pull away from him, embarrassed now as
she lay
sprawled across him, her thighs conveniently straddling
his. "Chakotay, let
me up!"
*No.*
"Stop that!"
*Why? It tells me more about how you feel than anything
you've ever done.
I know it frightens you. Can't you see? It adds one
more layer of intimacy,
one more special bond between us. I love being in your
mind, and I'm even
starting to like you in mine.*
Her head dropped, resting on his chest. "I don't want
this."
*Oh yes you do. You've been hiding, fighting too long, and
your surrender
is at hand. All I have to do is picture what I want to do
to you in my mind
and you respond as if my hands are touching you. That's
what you're afraid of.
That you want this so much you'll lose control. Heaven
forbid the great
Kathryn Janeway lose control.*
"Cha-ko-tay?" The wail reached into his heart and
pulled, sharply. He was
pushing, too hard, and she was not one to bend gracefully.
"Show me love. Show me what you want. Share your
dreams, your thoughts.
Be one with me."
"I... Oh!" Thought filtered away as his hands
stroked over her in thought
and reality. The provocative images once more took hold,
only this time
they came from her, and everything in their lovemaking fulfilled
her wishes, and
his.
Several hours later, Chakotay lay next to his love, lightly
stroking the
hair from her sleeping face. It had taken another round of
lovemaking, this time
in the confines of his bed to convince her to stay, but once she
had made up
her mind she had slept easily. He smiled, enjoying this bit
of control he
held over her, wishing he could keep her here in his bed
forever. He sighed
then, knowing he couldn't, and knowing that they had to talk,
seriously
soon. They had to resolve this without the images and
seduction. Man to woman,
clear and steady as they decided their future. He just
hoped she'd grant
them one.
The fear, the uncertainty, the unending terror of the future. It
was enough
to wake her, the indecision, the calmness that waited to take
over, to feign
understanding. Her eyes fluttered open, but only long enough to
prove that
he was still there, beside her. With a small sigh she snuggled
closer to
him. *I don't know what's going to happen,* she spoke into his
mind, *but I
can't walk away from you now.* Her eyes remained closed as she
moved an arm
across his chest, and pressed herself against his side. *I
crossed this line
with you, because I wanted to, and there is no going back. We
can't pretend
it didn't happen, and as much as I may have wanted to, we can't
stop it from
happening again.* A small smile twitched at her lips, *And as
much as you
may like this little connection, I would however like to find out
what's
causing it, and if it can be blocked. I can't have you knowing
everything
I'm thinking...even if it is beginning to grow on me.* Having
thought that,
she sent an image across their link, of her straddling him, head
thrown back
as she moved over him. She was rewarded when he shivered next to
her.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said aloud, "and I
don't want to be without
you either. But if this isn't what you want, I'll step away
Kathryn. We'll
go back to the way it was before."
She opened her eyes and lifted herself onto an elbow,
"Denying you would
hurt me, haven't you figured it out by now? I love you, and
holding you only
once but living with you beside me every day would kill me. I
kept you at
arms length because I knew that if I ever touched you, tasted you
just once,
I'd never be able to live without you again. I could have written
today in
the shower off, I could have justified it as having to do with
this weird
connection between us, and you would have let me get away with
it--even
though it would have killed us both. But the rest, I went
willingly into
that, regardless of what people may think of me Chakotay, I am
human. And
I'll stay with you, not because I won't turn away, but because I
can't." She
reached over and brushed his cheek with her hand, "We'll
work out the
details as we go along, there are going to be do's and don'ts,
but we'll
figure them out later."
"Sounds like a plan." He snuggled her closer,
pleased.
*Don't be so smug.*
*Who's smug?* He asked innocently and sent an image of him
moving under
her, stroking her body as she rode him. She countered with
another image that
had him rolling and dragging her across his body to straddle
him. *Spirits but
you're going to kill me.*
She gave him a cheshire cat smile and leaned down to suckle a
nipple. *At
least you'll die happy.*
He groaned in answer, cupping the backs of her thighs and lifting
her. He
gave her a moment to realize his intent before he plunged deep,
seating her
against him. An answering moan echoed from Kathryn's mouth
as Chakotay
grasped the back of her neck and drew her down for a kiss.
His hands
stroked over her breasts, stomach, thighs, finally slipping
between them to stroke
her sensitive core. As her body tightened around him in
response, he
struggled to breath. His hands coasted up to her
hips, lifting her,
increasing the pace until they were both panting, striving for
the goal. As
her body tightened around him in a series of spasms, Chakotay let
go of his
control and joined her. He held her tight as she collapsed
against him,
savoring the feel of her against him.
She chuckled slightly at his thought and kissed his chest before
resting her
head against it once more. "Okay, you can be
smug."
He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly
to his
chest as his eyes drifted closed. *Thank you love...* As he
drifted into
slumber he sent to her, *Maybe we shouldn't have the doctor
figure out
what's causing this, just enjoy it as long as it lasts...and view
it as a
gift.* He waited for her response but none came, opening his
eyes, his smile
grew. She was already fast asleep, a smile etched into her own
features as
she lay atop him. He kissed the top of her head and closed his
own eyes,
they had time to figure it out, the rest of their lives.
~Fin ... maybe