Cha laid down into the curve of his arms, feeling the faint breeze of his breath against her face - eyes shut, the memory still burning between her legs. She opened her eyes again when she felt his warm hand brushing against her waist.
She liked this room - the warm glow of colors that were muted by the darkness, and the tapping of the rain which had started to fall hard on the large window. Not often they had the chance to be together like this, little islands of stillness in hasty times. They were the only moments that made sense to her, that she didn't feel slow or clumsy. The only moments that mattered.
She nestled herself close against him, feeling his warmth.
It was the last day.
"I have to go work again tomorrow", she said slowly.
"You always were edgy and bursting, ready to go for a chase, eager for life. And now... what is happening?"
Staring at the ceiling, she said: "I run missions. I mine. And then mrs Read asks how i'm doing, and i say "fine"." Life is strangled with polite lies.
"You will be able to fly decent ships soon," he smiled, "be patient. That wormhole space doesn't go anywhere."
She rolled on her side, looking into his deep pensive brown eyes, and brushed his hair lovingly from his forehead. "It's not about the bigger ships," she said. "It's about the adrenalin."
He didn't answer immediately, words tumbling in his head as usual, settling mostly in shades and seldom in tenderness, and even then they were like thorny roses. She still was learning not to get all panicky about that. There was just too much happening in his head. He was of an intensity that lured her like a moth towards a flame - she just hoped he wouldn't burn her wings eventually.
She traced his jawline with a finger.
"There is a name", he said. "in Evati. Maybe she has what you want." His eyes warmed her soul, making her tingly all over.
He rolled to the side and grabbed a pen from the sidetable, writing something on the napkin he took from the plate. She watched him move, and how she loved his moves. Desire rushed through her veins. He groaned as she ran her fingers over his side, straight to where she wanted to be, and turned to push her on her back again. She completely forgot what she had wanted to say when his mouth and fingers started doing very distracting things.