"If I only got the answers I wanted, then what would be the point in asking at all?"
A playful smirk ghosted over her lips. She let him draw her closer, turning her head slightly to keep eyes focused out on the city below them. But her hands slipped reflexively up his arms, coming to rest just above the insides of his elbows, thumb curling ever so slightly to the inside grip. His breath was warmer on her skin than even the rain, and she closed her eyes, breathing in for a moment, deep and taking in the scent of him. It was there, beneath the ozone and damp of the air. Earthen and warm, traces of rust that no rain could ever wash away. She breathed in deeply against his chest, washed in rain and memories of an evening.....
Until he took the rain away and left only that night.
"I'll hold you to that," she said softly, echoing back. "And when the time comes I want you at my side."
Face brought up, also as he had then, and he found a certain glimmer in those eyes again. A crinkle at the corners.
"Do you remember what I hoped to repeat? I'm wondering if you still think they are worth earning."
Her hand paused before tracking back down to his. She brought the blackened hand, nails trailing over a particular bruise, wrapped around her forearm one that had been absent at the beginning of the night, to a stop.
"Not all of them I'll be giving up," she breathed. "Some of them I hope to repeat."
He'd left that, already welling to the surface against pale skin, not ten minutes before. When he had drawn her into the alcove, hand wrapped around her arm. She bruised easily and quickly now, but-
"And when that time comes, you'll simply have to work harder for them."
There was mischief now in those hazel eyes, a challenge and a promise, if he wanted them. But that was for the future, once she had fought tooth and claw for yes, but it wasn't now. It wasn't this moment, and in truth, Irajah didn't have much room to live far beyond the now.
She didn't wait. Fingers curling between his, pressing the palm of his injured hand against her own, she rose up on her toes and brought her mouth against his.
Right now, all she could do on that path toward vengeance was not allow a silly little thing like death to take more from her than she was willing to give.