Alive

There are things that can't be helped. This was one of them. They both don't think about anything beyond this. Anything beyond hands grabbing for bare skin, mouths seeking each other-fusing together for long moments at a time. They don't think about the sound of things falling to the floor that he pushed out of the way. Or the sound of clothing being ripped off each others' body. They don't think about what this could mean- should mean to them or to anyone that it could effect.

No, this is something that they lived within the moment.

Heavy breathing, deep moans, words cut off in the midst of encouragement- this. This proved something to them. This proved that they were alive. Alive. Not dead-

She could've died had he not be a split second quicker.

He could've died if she hadn't have noticed-

They don't call out to each other in this. He doesn't hoarsely mutter her name like she's heaven on earth- but she was. Between those thighs where he's buried deep within her. Reaffirming that she's there. She's alive. She's with him.

She doesn't think about anything else but urging him on. Harder. Faster. Deeper- clinging to him like this was the last time she'd ever see him again. She'd ever touch anyone again. She doesn't want that. She doesn't want to think-

No, he can't die. He can't-!

Without a care, they flung themselves into this and were lost later with the frantic feel of their heartbeats singing- Alive. Alive. Alive.

Every part, every nerve tingled with this rhythm-

Alive Alive Alive

She won't let go of him. He refused to release her.

Alive..Alive..

They're here. They're still here. Still alive. Still trying to survive this.

Eventually, though, like everything else in this world, it must end and they separate without looking directly at each other for the first few moments as she pulled something on to wear. To now hide.

He's guilty.

She's guilty.

Because they're now thinking about it- yet not. There's no room in their new world for these things- these feelings. Maybe later when the world is safe again. Maybe when they're free from these roles they must play.

Maybe then they'll-

"We should get some rest." He says in a voice that has always given her strength to keep going. "Father will give us another mission in the morning."

"Yeah." She mutters moving towards the bathroom but hesitates for a brief moment. She dares to look back at him. "Don't worry about it."

Once she disappears into the bathroom, he's unsure what she truly means. Don't worry about the new mission, their mission or-?

He pushes the thought to the side- like he has every single time they've entangled themselves into each other- and simply plots out their new objective.