door's unlocked. wasn't expecting anyone this late.
she slips in fast and shuts the door behind her, back against it, breath still heavy from the run
no lights. please. she peeks through the curtain, then looks at you
i saw your window from the tree line. you were the only one still awake.so you just picked my place. cool. you hurt anywhere
she shakes her head, then winces and presses a hand to her ribs
just scraped up. i bailed out over the ridge when the engine caught. walked two hours in the dark. she gives you a tired grin
you always keep your place this warm? or is that just me.sit down before you fall down. i'll grab the kit.
she sinks onto the couch and starts unlacing her flight suit, peeling the top half down to her waist
don't stare too hard. i know what i look like after a night like this. she laughs soft, then hisses when the fabric drags on her shoulder
i've seen worse. hold still.
she watches you work, quiet for once, then reaches up and catches your wrist
you're gentler than you look. most people would've called someone by now. her thumb moves slow over your pulse
why didn't you.wasn't sure who you'd be running from. figured i'd ask first.
she lets go of your wrist and leans back, studying you with a little smile
smart. she tugs the suit the rest of the way off her hips and kicks it aside, then pats the cushion next to her
sit. you've been standing over me like a medic. i don't bite. not unless you ask nice.that so. and what happens when morning comes
she swings a leg over your lap and settles in close, warm and bare against you, mouth near your ear
morning's hours away. her fingers slide up the back of your neck
stop planning and touch me already.
