Lying side by side like this she remained mesmerised by the small movements he made. Despite the many intimate breaks they’d shared together, she was committed to securing the details that made him to memory. The freckle on the back of his arm, the softer skin of his neck after shaving. Corded muscles beneath the skin and eyes that held the depths of the ocean. She’d heard other people discussing Captain Krome and always anticipated that he would be a private man, thoughtful and guarded in his assessments. Crew members had lamented, after too much to drink, that he was a hard man to know well. Elyna wondered if they simply weren’t watching the subtle cues of his expression because his responses screamed at her, and they always had.
The Skyrider shook her head, he hadn’t told her. The words that followed threatened to steal any coherent thought. The night was there’s once more. Moments stolen back from the world, unexpected, joyful and pure. She remembered in vivid colour, sound and emotion the first time she’d met Malcolm. He’d been so damn alive, that she’d made the mistake of thinking he was Marcus. Determined to end the farce of her courting Vaugh she’d wanted to have her say and leave. She had pulled in against her better judgement…and then…Elyna reached out and ran careful fingers down his arm, closing her palm around the muscle. Vanessa had returned and he’d slipped into his role of dutiful, attentive husband and the world had been a little less bright.
There was little she could say in response that wouldn’t sound paltry or false. So she lent forward and kissed him instead. With actions she gave the response that words would only tarnish. The kiss burnt slow at first, but as it heated in urgency she withdrew, bending instead to press careful lips to the tissue surrounding his scar.
“You’re my hero Mal,” she murmured against warm skin, “you saved me and I will be yours till the stars stop shining.”
The Skyrider shook her head, he hadn’t told her. The words that followed threatened to steal any coherent thought. The night was there’s once more. Moments stolen back from the world, unexpected, joyful and pure. She remembered in vivid colour, sound and emotion the first time she’d met Malcolm. He’d been so damn alive, that she’d made the mistake of thinking he was Marcus. Determined to end the farce of her courting Vaugh she’d wanted to have her say and leave. She had pulled in against her better judgement…and then…Elyna reached out and ran careful fingers down his arm, closing her palm around the muscle. Vanessa had returned and he’d slipped into his role of dutiful, attentive husband and the world had been a little less bright.
There was little she could say in response that wouldn’t sound paltry or false. So she lent forward and kissed him instead. With actions she gave the response that words would only tarnish. The kiss burnt slow at first, but as it heated in urgency she withdrew, bending instead to press careful lips to the tissue surrounding his scar.
“You’re my hero Mal,” she murmured against warm skin, “you saved me and I will be yours till the stars stop shining.”
