Satellites

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Asmus Janes"]

[SIZE=10pt]It shouldn’t surprise Kaile that Asmus would offer to assist. He’d done the same years back on the Quinentence, washing her hair, blow drying it through, making it as silky and soft as he possibly could. Even utilized his prized shampoo and conditioner for it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Kaile could visualize it. Feel the way that his slender fingers went weaving through her hair, how he’d massage her scalp with the suds and then gently wash it all away. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]I want you to.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]That was the voice in the back of her mind. Indeed, the Lorrdian wanted him to help, despite the silly task it would be. Regardless that Kaile had done the very same thing dozens of times before. This time, Asmus could help her with it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Her expression couldn’t hide the subtle ripple of surprise his offer gave her. A few seconds later and she said, “Umm… blonde. Gonna shear it shorter.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]She hadn’t responded to his offer. But she hadn’t said no either. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]That was something one would guess. [/SIZE]

 

[Asmus Janes]

She didn't say no. Asmus took that to mean he was going to try and help later regardless. They would have to be careful with the bleach though. He didn't want to ruin his nicer things after all.

He watched her closely for a few seconds. Gaze lingered on the line of her neck more than was necessary as he tried to visualise the style.

He wanted her. That desire would never go away. Not when she was far away and when she was close it was such an urgent need.

“How short were you thinking?” He asked. He took his eyes away and followed a hovering seabird that was watching from above to see if they had any food.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Asmus Janes"]

[SIZE=10pt]Kaile could feel Asmus’ eyes rove over her face, lingering upon every feature as if to imprint it to memory or visualize a change. His jaw tensed for a moment, flexing in time to the way those light, unnerving eyes of his went sailing over her. He stopped at her neck. Awareness intensified, and Kaile felt her breathing slow, lips parting, and her heart skip a beat. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]He wants me. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] Of that, there was no doubt. She read it between the darkening of his gaze and the line of tension that ran down his spine and along with his arms, settling in the subtle clenching of his fingers along the armrest of the chair he sat on. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]You want him. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] An equal pang hit her. She did. Wanted him terribly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Just past my chin,” a finger rose to gesture just past the curve of her jawline. Asmus’ eyes darted towards hers only to snap back to her neck. Her lips. It made them tingle from his focused perusal. Made her want to rub them or graze her teeth against them just to stop the tickling sensation. To halt the memories of what his lips had done to her last night—[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“I’m supposed to be an Incom mechanic. Low rung levels. Your most recent flight of fancy. Nothing that stands out too much. Jovial, not that bright but enjoys her job and the perks of travel due to sleeping with the Incom rep.” [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Well, that was [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]one[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] way to draw the attention from where her mind was going, body, heart, and mind dragging her in different directions. Her tendency to bring back the mission when she felt cornered was fairly evident. [/SIZE]

 

[Asmus Janes]

Memories. They had not made enough together. Some were now fresh in his mind. The taste of that particular curve of her neck. There was still a faint mark where he had marked her with his teeth as she had fallen apart.

Asmus took a strained breath and looked away. A mechanic enjoying the perks of a relationship with the Incom pilot? That brought to mind a particular redhead. Through word of mouth he had found out her designs had gone further than his bed. It was a sobering thought. Had Kaile not arrived would he had relented? Could he have been bringing the ambitious young mechanic back to meet his parents.

He turned back towards her. There was that way that she seemed to watch him without watching him. As if she just absorbed everything. He imagined it was a useful skill in her line of work. What had she seen in that young smuggler? She has seen right through his bravado and seen his found his more caring nature.

I haven't changed all that much, he thought to himself. With enough time would she let him soothe her worries away?

“I supposed I do come with perks,” he tried to deflect, but his heart wasn't in it. “If my mother tries to corner you maybe make it seem as if you have serious ambitions for your career too. It will make our lives easier.”

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Asmus Janes"]

[SIZE=10pt]Cue the mental picture of Asmus with the damp, tousled hair sticking to his forehead right after his workout. The sweat soaked white work out shirt, the slightly swollen muscles that would flex and stretch with every move. The way he’d walked straight towards her in his single officer cabin. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Kaile’s mouth went dry. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Yeah, perks. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The mention of his mother had the same effect as a bucket of ice water. Meeting her would be a tangible thing. Nerves having nothing to do with the mission itself went racing through her. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]I’ll be meeting the woman who bore Asmus; raised him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]It was a silly thing to mull about, but there was something rather intimidating about the prospect. Part of her knew it didn’t matter while another questioned if it really didnt? Of course, hearing Asmus also add that the agent should add in how it would advance her career to be with her son made it that much harder. It made sense to say so but also fed onto her real insecurities that had been one of the many reasons Kaile hadn’t contacted Asmus in the past. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Yeah, reckon I can do that.” Her voice gave a subtle crack. Kaile swung round to start a slow amble [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]around the patio furniture, bringing her arms up to cross over her chest. Another defense mechanism. The hair falling over Asmus’ forehead obscured the crease Kaile knew was there but his lips pressed tight. He could read her well. It was harder to hide it from him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“Anythin’ else I should know?” With her profile set towards him, standing there in her spacer clothes, one hip slightly up while her right toe anxiously swung left to right. She could see Asmus from her periphery; how he sat there, long legs stretched out, the morning sun glinting over his dark head. Impossibly aware of him and just as drawn to his gravity. [/SIZE]

 

[Asmus Janes]

It wasn't easy to hide from him, but still she tried. All he wanted to do right now was to lead her upstairs and take the time to soothe her worries until body and mind would show him how she felt. Asmus wiggled his toes. There was always a slightly raw feeling after walking through the sand that was quite pleasant.

“I wish it wasn't like this,” he said. Kark. A moment ago he had been thinking that all of this meant she still needed some time. “Introducing you to people I know, family. Instead of some cover.”

Asmus looked embarrassed for having done it. That looked changed to one of stubborn resolve. How long could he keep tiptoeing around everything he wanted to say.

“There isn't too much to know. Eat, dance formally, drink, dance badly. Like Vo said, just get a feel for the people the first one. I'll make as many introductions as I can.”

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Asmus Janes"]

That hadn’t been what she meant. At his comment, Kaile swung her head around to look at him. There was that brief expression of embarrassment over his face. Then the flexing of his jaw and his lips compressed again. He stared at her.

“It wouldn’t happen otherwise,” Kaile blurted out the first viable thing that entered her brain. He’d startled her by saying that. It hit a little too close to home. Never mind what Asmus said next. It was as much as what the pilot would have expected anyways. Kaile entering his world, his circles, his life; none of it would have been happening any other way had the Lorrdian any real say about it.

At least, that’s what Kaile had been telling herself constantly since this all began.

Great, you just brought that up. Kaile immediately grew quiet again, mind racing to fill that uncomfortable empty space with words that did nothing to match up the way her body spoke.

“I meant more about what else would it be best I do?”

 

[Asmus Janes]

Asmus’ head inched back on his shoulders, as if he had recoiled from her outburst. What did she stand to gain by lashing out at him like that?

He turned towards he slowly, his eyes gave away just how much that little statement had hurt. His brows furrowed, but he wasn't thinking about her question. That was innocuous. That was easy. Whilst he was no undercover agent he had been placed in civilian areas plenty of times waiting for a contact. Vo had coached him through detailing enough facts to deflect any conversation, rehearsing answers to give the impression they had been provided time and again. He didn't care what her cover was right now. He cared about the woman wrapped up in the façade that she was trying to hold even now.

“Why did you say that?” He asked, his whisper so fragile it almost shattered on the breeze. Had she been trying to tell him that they could never be? Because she didn't want it or because she wasn't allowed?

His eyes never left hers as he waited for an answer.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Asmus Janes"]

Kaile felt her stomach drop to her feet. For a Lorrdian, nonverbal communication was paramount. The gold in Asmus's eyes seemed to flare with embers. Not in passion, but in pain. They locked on hers. Seeing the visible flinch and hurt in his eyes was like a sucker punch to her gut. I did that.

Her guilt mushroomed between them, her mouth falling open, gaping for milliseconds as the agent attempted to gather her bearing. A bearing that was falling apart.

"It's… important for our mission. To know what to expect." another deflection, Kaile's voice low and weighty in the open courtyard. She was so heavy with secrets that one couldn’t imagine how the Lorrdian survived day after day, never sharing the burden with anyone. Unable to let herself to. Her protective wall had become a fortress holding her hostage rather than giving sanctuary.

Kaile almost couldn't let herself stare at Asmus, but those jade green eyes just seemed to puncture her defenses. He always could do that. There was no looking away. Not from that scruffy angular face, unshaven, and several places on her body boasted the slightly chafed evidence of it. Not from those vibrant eyes that had offered her refuge as well as release.

Just stop it. She told herself, hands falling away from her chest. The need to move, to be in constant motion arose.

 

[Asmus Janes]

She spoke more with her eyes than her words again. He wished he could see right through them and understand what was running through her mind but he could not.

Do you read my mind? He wondered. Do you sense how I feel and does it scare you?

With almost feline grace he stood without taking his eyes from hers. He closed the distance between them and they hovered on the threshold of his house.

Only when there as just a foot between them did he look around them.

“Kaile. There is no one else here. Not for miles. Just me. Me and you. You can be yourself here, with me. Please.”

Asmus stopped looking around. He searched her eyes, her expression yet gave no indication of what he was searching for. Honesty perhaps. An explanation on what she had blurted out. Or the traces of that happy, caring, smiley Kaile who was hiding from him now.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Asmus Janes"]

Asmus studied her closely. His jaw compressed and flexed. Those dark forelocks falling over his temple, that beautiful face staring straight into her soul. Pleading. Begging. Searching for answers that had Kaile aching to say aloud but equally hide them. Watching her as if he thought that she might disappear in front of his eyes if Kaile willed it.

He was so close that Kaile could have reached out to stroke the line of his scruffy jaw, but she didn't dare. If she did she wouldn't pull away. She'd drag him close, pull him close to her chest to wipe away that pained expression that she had created there.

Kaile took a deep breath, inhaling and then exhaling. Body thrumming with energy, fight or flight kicking in again. She wanted to step away, to move back, but she was rooted in place.

The Lorrdian tried to swallow but couldn't, her speech turning shaky, "I-" she took a visible breath, chest rising and falling. There was a dull ache in her chest, constricting. Her hands began to wring in front of her, the stress-disclosing equivalent of Asmus running his hands through his hair.

What could she say? Do? There was a 'verse of secrets between them. Things that Kaile had promised herself he would never know. Lifestyles, secrets, risks, even their very positions within SIS. He was pleading with Kaile to be herself, but how could she? She spent years doing her best to not do that. To turn her back on loving him. He wasn't something she deserved.

"I-" Kaile stammered again. Right foot went back, giving her extra room only to feel the threshold against her spine.

"Asmus -" one more kiss could be the best thing, but one more lie could be the worst. That is what she was, nothing but lies. He didn't get it. She did.

"It ain't that easy." Kaile finally said, the most she could. It was an answer to his inquiry as much as one for the overall condition. None of this was easy.

 

[Asmus Janes]

He looked away as if the rolling tide held the answers. His jaw moved from side to side as he sucked on the inside of his cheek. He took in a deep breath, held it and then exhaled through his nose. Did it all have to be difficult? It wasn't his place to tell her how to live her life.

Now he was stood there he almost felt bed for taking an almost aggressive stance. Back on the Quintessence he had the patience to let her emerge on her own. Everything felt different this time. They weren't relaxing on a long voyage with some dull daily chores. Being here away from everyone didn't escape their responsibilities.

Asmus turned back towards her slowly. Reaching out he placed his hand gently against her waist.

“Try?” He asked softly.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Asmus Janes"]

Those fingers went wrapping around the curve of Kailes waist, resting there, barely flexing, a lanyard of safety amidst a storm. Her lower lip gave a quiver, nostrils flaring, her breath hitching.

Try.

It was easier said than done. Her throat gave a bob, and that fine trembling took her again. Nerves ignited, her belly flopped, and it was just that much more difficult to breathe. Kaile wanted to try, but she was afraid to. It was too much of a good thing. He was too much of a good thing, like candy sticking to her teeth. Something she knew that eventually would have to let go.

Asmus didn't think of that. Of course, he wouldn’t, couldn't know. Kaile had spent too much time trying to keep everything inside that all Janes had to work with was the pittance of information gleaned from the Lorrdian and what assumptions he managed to come on his own. He was balancing precariously against the edge of a knife, guessing at what wouldn’t trigger the agent into hermitting herself further. Yet how long would he be able to bear that?

Kaile’s lids fluttered shut, veiling the depth of emotion that was swirling in her eyes. Longing and fear, guilt and shame, warring emotions across the entire spectrum.

To say she would try would be a lie. To say she wouldn’t would go against what her heart wanted her to do. Kaile was stuck between a rock and a heart place. Regardless of what she said, both would likely end up hurt one way or another.

“Can’t we just —“ her voice cracked, she took another breath. “Leave it how it is?”

No questions. No promises. Just simple be. Kaile was already playing with fire with what she’d done so far. In the way that she surrendered to Asmus’ touch and let herself fall apart every night. In the manner that they awoke tangled up in his embrace, her name on his lips and his warmth swallowing her whole.

“Please.”

 

[Asmus Janes]

It wasn't easy. After all of this time he had found her by complete chance. Yet here she was, flesh and blood, not a foot away and she was still hiding from him. In his arms, in his sight, speaking to him. Yet still hiding.

“I don't even know what this is right now Kaile. I know…” his other hand joined the first and he tugged himself slightly closer.

“...how I feel about you. I have no words. No words at all for how happy I am to see you again. If you want to take everything day by day, I'm sorry I keep pushing you. Just… why do you keep closing off from me?”

Asmus tilted his head to one side. Green laced with gold. There was always this naïve innocence to his eyes. He always saw the good. Right now he was having to confront a challenge with a complexity she wouldn't let him start to unravel.

For Asmus it was everything he had ever wanted kept tantalisingly beyond his reach. Held behind a barrier he didn't understand. A frustration was building that he kept in check, but only because every time he saw that fear overcome her it felt like a knife being twisted in his heart.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Asmus Janes"]

Asmus drew her closer to him, and it was all Kaile could go to not blurt out please, stop. He sent her heart hammering with just those simple words, with the ache and confusion mixed with the desire for clarity. To know why. Why she kept him at arm's length. Why she couldn’t, wouldn't, let him fully in.

[SIZE=10pt]Her hands rose as he pleaded with her, slightly calloused fingertips reaching to press against his lips, their light touch swallowing anything else that he might tell her further. That could break her apart. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Images of their past, their present, and inevitable future seemed to sear the back of Kaile’s mind. It was clear Kaile needed comforting, more than anyone else Asmus had ever known, but how could he console her over something she’d never shared?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Please[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],” was her hoarse whisper, barely swallowed by her sudden press of her body against his. Soft curves went curving against his lean frame, sharing his warmth, sharing his breath as it mingled. Kaile’s head has fallen forward a bit, shielding her eyes under that dark fringe of her bangs. She felt his lips move in slight protest under her fingertips, the tension of frustration warring with the the way her anguish seemed to make him powerless. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Drawing closer, shoulders rising and falling fast with quickening breath, Kaile could only react. There was confusion in her gaze as much as longing, the sting in her eyes growing by the second. Hot pin pricks barely held back by that dam. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]I want to tell you. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]So badly. It was a need that just felt as if it was boiling under her skin. Her body as always, the truest conduit of her emotions. Of what she [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]really[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] felt. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]What [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]is[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] this? Kaile didn’t know. She couldn’t define it. If she did then it made it real, tangible, and [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]so[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] easily lost. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]“[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Please[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],” she begged again, fingers curling back from his mouth as Kaile lifted her head. Their stares locked for a moment, barely a few seconds before the brunette went leaning up. Her mouth met his, sealing them with her own, coaxing, kissing, seeking to end the conversation without realizing that she was still continuing it in the only manner where there was no hiding how she felt. She loved him. With all her heart. Achingly so.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]What did the please mean? [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Please stop? Please, no more? [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Or was it more that strained internal desire that wanted to say [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]please stay. Please hold me. Please don’t ever let me go.[/SIZE]

 

[Asmus Janes]

It was an almost desperate plea she made. A last ditch defence as he encroached little by little past her attempts to deflect him. Even as she stopped him speaking, Kaile drew herself closer. She stopped meeting his gaze as her head fell forwards.

He was so close to breaking through it. But if he did he was terrified that he would break her too. Asmus had watched her toss two men aside as if they were dolls when he had been thrown to the ground by a blaster bolt. It didn't stop her being fragile.

Asmus was going to do it to. He was going to defy her and keep talking. Keep going until she relented and admitted that she couldn't hide behind their professional relationship.

Then she looked up at her. He simultaneously knew that he couldn't ever push her to breaking point and that she longed for nothing more than to truly let him back into her heart.

In the end, as her lips met his, it was Asmus that nearly broke. Frustration and pain and confusion were all doused beneath the tide. All of a sudden he did not want to ask a single question. All he wanted was to hold her close and tell her that everything would be okay. He knew that she wouldn't believe him and that all he was left with was showing her.

Words could be such hollow things.

There was a twinge in his shoulder as he pulled her tight, flush to his body. My whiskey girl, he thought to himself. Maybe she would never admit what she felt, but maybe she would be unable to deny it either. Asmus had been starved of her presence and affection for five long years. Whilst he wanted her to give herself over to him, he would take any piece of herself she offered. Her defence finally had him fall silent.

He was right. He had no words for how he felt about her. But he had already found ways to show her. His gentle touch on either side of her waist had already turned to an almost desperate grip as his arms encircled her waist. His thundering heart drowned out the sounds of the shore as he became a creature of touch, affection. He did keep searching for answers, but words had failed him again.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Asmus Janes"]

In that moment they were so close together that it was hard to tell if they were two separate people or one soul. Asmus’ fingers dug tightly into her skin, arms banding in a strong embrace as if the pilot were trying to slip Kaile past the barrier of clothing and right under his skin.

Tears went trickling down the corners of Kaile’s eyes and over her cheeks but she didn’t register them. All she could do right that instant was desperately mirror the incessant need to get as close as she possibly could to Asmus. Hands came up, squeezing between them to cup his face, the rasp of his scruff prickling her palms angling his face to deepen that kiss even more. Her mouth tasted every inch of his as he deepened that connection. Fingers traveling past his jaw to thread through the ink of of his hair, arms snaking to pull herself up and flush.

Please, Kaile wordlessly said with every scalding touch. Please. As the air their shared mingled amidst the tangle of her hands through his hair.

It wasn’t the angry desire ridden desperation they first found on the Subversion. Nor was it the slow, mapping reconnection that they found on the Solaris after. This was different. Kaile wasn’t hiding what she felt but she also wasn’t saying it. It was as raw and as close to any confirmation of what she felt for the Wraith under the revealing light of the sun. Stars, she wanted him. Needed him. So desperately just wanted to hold him close and never let him go.

As if understanding that words could only fail them, Kaile felt Asmus’ arms wrap tighter around her and she dug her fingers into his back, holding on to him as if he were the sole source of air in the ‘verse. As if he were her favorite thing.

The ocean sent crashing waves against the shore, rolling waves of water that sent mist flying and foam washing up shell crusted sand dunes. All the while, all Kaile could hear was the pounding of her heart and the way that Asmus felt against her. She loved how he felt. How he tasted. How he made her feel again. I love him.

Who would have thought that was possible? Kaile didn’t. Kaile didn’t know until now that the broken pieces of a heart could still beat for love.

 

[Asmus Janes]

Asmus did feel her tears pressed between them. A lifetime of lies and deception as an Alliance spy and he had pressed her for truths. Five years he had been without her and yet his patience had faltered so soon. But every kiss, every touch, every sound and even the tears cool against his cheek in the breeze representing them sharing one truth. One truth that could not be denied.

She could send a well of emotions overflowing with just a glance but this was far beyond that. No one could send his mind racing like her, but no one could silence it quite like her either. He gripped her tight, as if afraid she could flee at any moment. It was an irrational fear. She might not have been able to speak this truth, but she was willingly sharing it with him now.

She was in his world, why should it matter how or why that was the case?

With his eyes squeezed shut tight there was only the sound of her breathing against the sound of the shore. Her hands running through his hair and across his shoulders with increasing fervour. His foot inched forwards but there was no room left between them. The pair inched back towards the door. Neither noticed the seabird that landed on the abandoned table to check for scraps, only to fly away in disappointment.

“Kaile.”

He spoke the word involuntarily between breaths and before their lips met once more. It was a spoken sigh. A release of the tension that had built up since they had returned to the house. There were so many thoughts and feelings attached to the word that bled into that sigh, but she was right in the assertion she had made. Words were such small things, unable to convey the truth depth of emotion that she tried to keep locked beneath the surface. A lock that he hoped she would never find a way to truly seal.

 

[Kaile Vera]

[member="Asmus Janes"]

[SIZE=10pt]Kaile[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The way that her name went waterfalling off Asmus’ lips before he caught her mouth again was enough to send arcs of electricity through her entire body. She felt the trace of his fingers as they ran up her spine, each backward step taking the pair through the threshold and into his home. Bare feet gave a slight stumble only to be caught within the strength of his embrace, each unwilling to allow even a single centimeter of distance between them. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Asmus. Asmus. Asmus[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]. Her heart thudded in her chest in tune to his name. Stars, how she loved him. How she needed him. How many nights she’d lain awake alone or with another wondering where he was. Who he was with and if he was happy. It was selfish of her. Kaile knew that it was. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]This[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] was selfish. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Yet even knowing this, aware that it will all likely fall apart Kaile couldn’t help how her hands went sailing over his back, feeling the flex of sinew and his ribs, until they managed to sink under the bottom of his shirt. There they went sliding up, feeling the tight body he hid underneath. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Off. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] It had to come off. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]There was a brief flex of arms, the formally carefully pressed and crisp collared shirt anxiously tugged to slip it over his head. It smelled of ocean mist and sand and it was unceremoniously cast off to the revelation of Asmus face, his dark hair a tousled mess and his eyes a dark, smoldering ember fire that could only focus on Kaile, and Kaile alone. There in those gold flecked eyes was a surfeit of emotions that mirrored the Lorrdian’s, unveiled for the briefest of seconds before sliding shut as they fervently locked lips again. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The heat of him canceled out the morning chill of the ocean. Asmus was the kind of warmth Kaile never knew existed, a protective blanket that promised to send away past hurts and sadness. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Asmus[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]. Kaile’s heart cried again. There wasn’t just a desperation to her touch. As her fingers went tracing white lines along the small of his back there was a touch of possessiveness that Kaile struggled with a guilty afterthought. One that was squashed when Asmus drifted his hands down to the curve of her behind, lifting her up, shoving all those voices to the dark recesses of her mind until all that it could encompass was the pilot himself. [/SIZE]

 

[Asmus Janes]

They had marked one another years ago. His thoughts had turned to her time and again. As if he missed something. Perhaps the piece of himself she had taken from him.

Everything before those days There had never been anything possessive in a touch or a kiss for him. It didn't make him feel as guilty as Kaile did, but even if he embraced it he still struggled to understand it.

Take me, I have always been yours.

It wasn't a one way exchange. Asmus didn't want to own Kaile. He wanted them to belong to each other. Belong in a way neither had before. He wanted to share everything with her and wished she could do the same.

For that brief moment where they eyes had locked together his mind had been completely silenced. Not just because every time she met his gaze he felt as if the world could stop for them, but because of the desperate longing he saw there.

Kaile wanted him. She wanted more than that little piece she had carried in her heart since that brief journey together. She could say that it wasn't easy for her to reveal her true self. Yet with just a little coaxing she kept trying to show him the truth of how she felt.

Stairs, where were the stairs… he thought as he kissed her passionately. They bumped into a counter as they stumbled into the house. He wanted nothing between them. No pretence, no responsibilities. Just the raw truth exposed and two souls indulging in the shared sense of belonging for once.