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I tug the towel tighter as I open the door, my heart squeezing. Part of me panics at the idea he might not be on the other side, but logic wins out when I lay eyes on his sprawling figure stretched across the mattress. A pair of basketball shorts sit low on his hips, revealing a large rectangle of blank ink tattooed into his muscular thigh. It's masculine and rigid, but if anything, it enunciates his perfect physique because of its striking simplicity. 

Reid rests his head back, a dull glare on his face as though he's somehow simultaneously trapped in thought and unable to think of anything that might be valuable. His bare torso rises and falls stiffly, the ridges of his abdomen etching deeper for every exhalation. My phone lies beside his hand, pointing to the fact that he probably trawled every inch of my viper account. He would've seen the Quote reports on every job I've ever taken, seen the assets I own, my bank account, my trading portfolio. Fuck. Next, he'll figure out I have illegal tech in my eye.

My heart pinches in my chest, like a nauseating heartburn. He won't live that long.

I approach the wardrobe cast in moonlight, avoiding looking at him. We don' say anything as I pick through my options, but the air is so thick with him that it's stifling. Like I might choke under the weight of his presence.

I tug a thong on under my towel, unable to care that he might see, "Can I have my phone?" I mumble. 

Silence pervades, and my heart clenches. 

What, so he's gon' ignore me? 

The quiet is interrupted by the shifting of covers as Reid lifts himself. His towering form interrupts the moon shine, projecting a shadow over me. I expect it to pass, for him to place the device beside me and leave, but then his hands take hold of my waist tentatively. 

I inhale slightly. 

Silence. 

Despite everything we said, the ache in my chest eases from his contact. I hate it.

He shrouds in, and I can feel his presence like you can feel a fire at your back. But it comforts me. Terribly, it satiates a craving. Reid laces his arms around me, tentatively, "please, Vi," he whispers. I will myself to resist his bid for peace, but I can't. I sink backward, my body softening for the relief that fills me. My back connects with the warmth of his chest. His heart thuds against me, like despite his steely exterior, his body is spinning tread with the stress that's consuming him. It makes me still, slaps me with a humiliating dose of empathy, because he's probably sick with panic. Just because life has taught him to conceal weakness doesn't mean he don' feel.

My bottom lip trembles but the burn of tears freaks me out so much that I grit my teeth and force myself to straighten. We stand like that for a long moment, but eventually, I look to the side with a prickly expression, prompting him to talk.

"I can't give you what you want," He croaks, his emotions laid bare. Regret. Anger, and pain. I swallow, my jaw burning with the ache of tears. He rests his cheek against my wet hair, my skin tingling with his proximity, "I don' have time to give you everything, and I'm not letting my last decision be to wrap you up in the same shit that's gon' get me snapped." He whispers. 

My heart flips at his admission. Everything. The intimacy of his meaning makes any word that I could use utterly futile. Give everything. Like, he sees love as falling at someone's knees... his whole life, he's been a caregiver. His mother, his sister, Cola. Tears floodas my eyes, and my vision blurs but I inhale evenly, closing them. "Give me...?" I croak.

"Vi," he whispers, aggrieved. Like he hates that I'm about to cry because of him.

"I'm fine," I say, inhaling once more before I turn to face him.

A slew of mixed emotions rush at me.

Reid's strong, masculine facial structure is contrasted by the feline shape of his grey-green eyes, which bore into me. The pink scar on his cheek, the freshest of many, looks like a teardrop... like a gang tatt for a suite of kills. 

Reid cups my cheek, searching my face as though he's trying to commit it to memory, "If I had the time," he starts, but pain grips his throat, like the prospect of uttering what he wants is too akin to accepting what these bastards are about to take from him, "...this is a fuckin' train wreck." He murmurs.

He'd give me everything if he had the time... somehow, a terrifying bout of hope blooms in my chest.

Oh, god, he's talking about love. 

Scorpius is coming in an hour. Guilt interrupts, pinning me in place. 

If I tell him there's a chance he could live, and I fail, then he might spend his last moments thinking I betrayed him. Failed him. I can't bear to imagine it, but I can't, I won't let them take him either...

Not because he's important to Elias, or because I care for his sister. Not because those months he spent with my family made him, contractually Warrendale, or because he used to mean something to Tokyo. Not because I have an axe to grind and I wan' make his life hell for keeping so many god-forsaken secrets... 

Because I need to get him out.

What if I don't? An intense ache bleeds through me. I lace my arms around his chest and hug him tightly, realising I'm about to cry, knowing it'll be worse if he can see my face.
He makes a noise from the force of it, "Hey, hey," he whispers, smoothing his hands over my head, lacing his fingers through my hair. His body is firm and full of heat. His scent shrouds me, and tears stream down my cheeks but I hold my breath for fear of crumbling. Crumbling for the fact that... "I didn't like you in the city because you were the only reason my family worked and when you left I felt like I lost them again," I gush, "an' I know it don't make sense because we never got along but dad and Tokyo stopped fighting, and mum stopped picking at me, and Tokyo was so happy."
Reid kisses my head, "Vi baby don' cry, I'm sorry," he tightens his hold when my chest shakes. "I'm sorry," his voice thickens.
"And you got through to my dad better than any of us could," Unable to find the right words I wipe my cheek, "and now I feel like an idiot because I've spent this whole time resenting you, and now you're gon'-," he shushes me, cupping my cheek. I look up at him, my lip trembling. Fuck I hate crying. I hadn't even realised that I felt like that. But in truth I always silently loved when Reid was around, because despite our bickering, his presence brought peace to my family.

Reid kisses me gently, cupping my face with such care that it stuns me. It dulls my thoughts, and I feel his heart against me, working harder than normal. But his fingers relax against my skin.

His lips are soft, but even with a clean shave there's a slight grate to his skin against mine. My attraction for him intensifies, and a calm, soothing warmth expands through me.

God I need more of him. But how can I even think like that when there's a kill order hanging over his head?

I unwrap my towel, letting it hit the floor before I step into him, angling my neck up and closing the distance. He kisses me slowly, gentle enough to make my thudding heart still, pushing my hair aside as he makes a noise of satisfaction. Fück. 

I kiss him back and he moves his thumb over my jaw softly, angling my head so he can deepen his take. I let him have my mouth as I pulse my fingers into his forearm, and his hold slips from my waist down to the slope of my ass. I buck into him hungrily when he digs his fingers in, and he opens my mouth, bearing into me. 

We turn, and my thighs connect with the mattress before I pull his hips flush against my navel, relishing when his resolve weakens and his kiss gets hotter and faster, my heart thumping. He lays me back, kissing down my neck before he tracks love-bites down my body.

Reid splays my legs wide, letting some of the pent-up frustration from before come out when he bites the inside of my thigh, and my breath catches, but then he tongues me over my thong and it turns into a gasp. 

The throbbing gets worse until the inside of me aches for him, and I shake my head, "No," I breathe, and he looks up quickly, alarmed, but I pry my underwear aside, "Please I can't wait no more, I wan' fück."

His eyes darken and he rises to stand at the edge of the bed, grabbing my hips so he can pull me down. Just the contact of his hard makes me shiver and I arch my back impatiently. Knowing he's got me where he wants, he cracks a smile as he leisurely runs his thumb along my underwear so he can pull it aside, spreading the wet lazily.

Reid tugs his briefs down, and my stomach tingles with anticipation. He runs his hand up and down his length absently, more focused on giving me one testing curl of his fingers, but he gets his answer when I shiver, making a soft noise. "Don' tease." I breathe, but then his features flare and he uses his hand to run the tip of his dick from my clit, down. 

"It'd be fair," He quips, but the pressure of him at my entrance is too much. 

"Now," I beg, and finally, he presses himself inside me.

Reid makes a face of satisfaction as he watches himself enter, before he looks up quickly like the view is too dangerous. 

His size stretches me so much that there's a hint of pain but a wave of ecstasy throbs through me and I tilt my head back slightly, gasping when he eases himself to the hilt, testing me. Fück me, he feels so good.

He lets me get used to him but by the time I have a chance to catch my breath he begins a slow pace. In, out, in, out. "Yes," I moan, taking more of him in with every aching thrust. 

He holds my hips as he presses himself deep, pausing inside me which drives me so mad that my control slips and I clench around him slightly. His breathing spikes when I make his exit tighter, enjoying when he makes a deep noise and drives the pace up, "This good?" His husky voice is strung tight.

"Angle higher," I breathe, and he fixes it by flexing his hips into me. I tip my head back, already dancing on the edge of a release, but then he puts some force into it. He pauses so he can grind himself deep inside me and I moan.

"Better?" He rasps, but unable to focus I nod, making a noise that begs him not to stop, so he pumps me harder and faster, splaying one hand on my stomach for grip. 

The addictive ache inside me trembles with every hit, and I meet his thrusts hard. "Fück, Vi," He praises, looking up like he's trying to control himself, but then he gets mean and starts bucking his hips which makes me cry out.

"Reid, don' stop," I beg, opening myself around him, breathing heavily as I ball my fists in the cover and push myself to meet him, but as every thrust gets harder a tingle starts to clench inside me, and I moan, "Don' stop, please-."

He jerks himself out and I make a sound of dismay, whimpering when the release escapes me, "Baby don' fuckin' cüm you're gon' make me." He breathes.

Not of my own accord a tremble of want pleasures through me. Unable to control my panting I nod, and his eyes spark in surprised satisfaction. 

"You're not gon' argue?" He tugs my thong down around my hips, and I shake my head breathlessly, my heart flipping when his fingers pause on my thighs and his lips tug, "Come on, viper?" He finishes the job and tosses my underwear aside.

"Hurry," I push, breathing heavily as I watch him. My heart flips when I realise that we're both entirely naked. Usually, I don' bother getting that far. Too much admin for when I wan' leave.

I catch him gazing down at me, his face an unreadable mix of appreciation and possessiveness. He returns to the bed, rising above me so he can kiss me again. He uses his knee to splay my legs open, and I jitter with anticipation. His lips are edged by a territorial bite that's so adamant and dominant that I give in. 

Reid braces me to the mattress when I arch my back, forcing me to submit, but I let him do it without a hint of attitude. My submission seems to egg him on because he smiles against my neck, smug-fücking-married. Unable to let him win, I dig my fingers into his back, "You gon-."

He doesn't have to be told, because he enters me again and I gasp. He restarts slow, achingly slow. I dig my fingers into his muscular lats, biting his bottom lip as we pant against each other. "Open your hips," He grates, so I tilt myself to deepen the angle and he makes a throaty noise, losing his control.

"You fück so good," I say in the space between our lips, clenching around him to make his pulls harder, which drives him mad because he opens his mouth against mine as he fücks me to the hilt. 

He closes his eyes, making a grimace of satisfaction as his thrusts get harder, meaner. With every relentless pull a wave of ecstasy clenches in me, and I moan, closing my eyes. "I'm gon' cüm, don' stop." I beg, crying out when he bucks into me, hitting the spot with every pump. "Reid, please," My voice rises, waves of heat throbbing through me, my legs shaking, but he keeps going until I'm about to lose it entirely. 

"Fück sake," He grates and I meet him hard, opening my mouth to try and breathe but he covers my lips with his own. I ball my fists in his hair. He flexes his thrust, so that he hits deep inside me which makes the pressure of release unbearable. Reid wraps his arm under mine and stifles a noise into my shoulder, but the throaty moan sends me over.

It hits me all at once and I cüm so hard that I clench around him which seems to push him to his limits. He fills me as he releases, bracing his arm around me. 

The pleasure that throbs through me makes it all worth it and my thoughts dull into a glazed bliss. My racing heart and the ecstasy in my veins is all I can focus on.

Reid wraps me in his arms, grazing my cheek. I find myself completely at a loss for words as his transparent expression reveals the magnitude of his feelings. "I," I murmur, but he kisses me slow and gentle, like he's putting all of himself into it.

Everything stills. My concerns melt under his protective embrace, and for one thrilling moment, I'm no longer scared of the intimacy between us, and the vulnerability that goes with it.

I'm never gon' see him again.

Like a bitch slap, reality hits me. Jesus what did I just do? My resolve bubbles over, my ability to restrain myself breaking, "Scorpius is coming tonight." I gush, tears running down my cheek, "the job was rescheduled. In an hour. The buyer took everyone's name out but I didn't know what it meant so I didn't say anything," I confess, but he veers back, shocked, his mouth agape. 

He searches for how to feel, strung between betrayal and dismay, "So it's just for you?" 

I try to explain.

"Jesus." He curses, unable to quantify in real words the degree of fucked up I must be to knowingly sleep with someone I'm about to leave for the dogs. "Lake Darling screwed you up bad."

I shake my head, but then a thud sounds out from the hallway. My defence freezes, lips agape as we go dead still, falling so silent that I can hear my pulse in my ears. Dread stickles my insides.

The trace of a faint voice drifts under the door, deep and authoritative—Reid lurches up, grasping the blanket and tossing it over me as, in the same stride, he collects his work pants, wrenching them on. "Scor is gon' make shit work, I know him-." I start but he gestures at me and I clamp my lips shut. 

"What the fuck you mean?" He snarls. "Your fuckin' boyfriend gon' save me?" He barks.

"I-." 

The lock beeps, and they fling the door wide just as I wrap the sheet around me. Four soldiers pile in, but Reid surrenders his hands in the air, turning to face them, the light hitting his muscular chest as he blocks me from their view.

A sick feeling grips me. 

Reid stands awfully still, but he breathes raggedly, the sound of their boots on the ground dissipating as they wait for him to launch to attack. They've probably been briefed that he's going to resist.

With his arms raised stiffly, Reid splays his fingers like it'll emphasize that he's not a fuckin' idiot. Just like that they grab his outstretched wrists aggressively, grappling to get him under control whilst a tall, intimidating Private marches at me, raising a gun at my head, "Hands. In the air!" He threatens.

I inhale slowly, scowling at him as I lift them half-heartedly. The comforter slags, dipping around my decolletage as the sound of them apprehending Reid fills the otherwise silent room.

But then the one above me laughs, whistling, "Fuck me, Miller, I think he was just on top of her-." 

Reid lunges in a territorial flash of rage, but a soldier puts a handgun to the back of his head before he can do anything.

The tension crackles, their amusement turning into a sick opportunity to further extenuate their power over him, "You know, she doesn't got a partner till a couple of hours yet-." 

"Eames!" A soldier with a nasty scar on each cheek, crow's feet, and a nose with a distinct right hook all but shouts. "You have orders. Get him to Solitary."

Eames veers back, his hold on Reid's arm slackening as his features twist in outrage, before he stifles it and nods stiffly. Humiliated, he takes his shame out on Reid, jerking him around unnecessarily. 

But Reid doesn't pay him any attention, his heaving chest rising and falling as he gapes at the Sergeant who spoke in my defence. They hold a silent regard, the Sergeant's face a wall of unreadable steel. 

Sergeant Barra. He was handing out phones at the start. 

The men are only in semi-formal army gear, implying this isn't an official operation requiring full offensive kit. More like a dispatch for a noise complaint than a termination order... 

"Out. Wilkes been waiting for two hours now," Even with his attention pinned on Reid, Barra references a delay that they seem to have encountered, and by the way the men react, I get the impression it was the kind of delay that indicates their overall inadequacy as soldiers. "I'm taking the girl." He says, his glare still boring into Reid's eyes.

Silent understanding, because Reid twists his head away from Barra when they muscle him through the door. Like he trusts him. The first soldier shoves him and he kicks a fight, grunting in disdain as he shoves his weight around, making their job harder.

I glare head on at Barra. He's the only one wearing full offensive operations gear, with a bullet vest and a weapons belt strapped to his narrow hips. The door thuds. 

I remember him. He recognised me at the hall.

"Get dressed."

"You gon' take a turn? Like Hinkley and his friends did on that little girl?" I spit.

Barra turns around, "Put some fuckin' clothes on. You're half my age." He sounds disgusted, but his aggressively vehement reply stops the sick thud of my heart. 

I wind my neck in and collect the towel beside the bed before I cover myself and pull shit out of the wardrobe. 

We fall silent, my mind racing as I frantically pull a hoodie over my head. "Where 'dem man taking Reid?" I finally break the quiet.

"No where good." He mutters, and my stomach clenches.

"And me?"

"Your new room. Hurry." 

My heart races. "What are they gon' do to him?"

"None of your concern. You decent?"

"Almo-."

"Hurry." He orders, glancing slightly, however once he realises that I'm fully clothed and approaching with my hand outstretched in preparation to grasp his gun, he spins, grabbing my arms and man handling me. Barra pins them behind my back, "Nice try kid." 

An overwhelming sense of familiarity strikes me, like I've heard someone say that before. 

Barra marches me at the door, "I need my phone!" I cry. If it's out of range, my eSight won't be able to process properly.

He halts, an inch away from scanning us out of the room, "You got anything on it?"

"No." 

"Anything that you wouldn't want a guard to find?"

Yes. "No."

He seems frustrated like he can't get the right words out to describe the true meaning of his question, "Cause we're leaving it behind. And when they find it-."

"What?" I stop.

"Do you need to factory reset the damn thing, kid?" He prompts, his cheeks bunching like he hates to utter something that so clearly isn't what a soldier would say... like he's blowing his own cover.

"It's on the floor."

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