"I can feed myself," you huff, opening your mouth and letting Killer provide you another bite of hearty soup.

"You're exhausted and haven't even been using your haki." He admonishes you. "Let me do this."

Your face is red, but you had already given in despite your grumblings. This was one of the things you admired about the man as it was. This nurturing and caring side of his, so out of sync with his name and profession, and yet it suited him well.

"You sure you don't want to sleep first?" He questions again, giving you another spoonful.

"I'm sure," you reply after swallowing. "I am a little tired, but I've stayed up for days before, and in worse conditions than the last 24 hours. I want to know."

"Who do you want there?"

Your face goes red before you can answer. "Just you."

"Good." Something in his voice makes you blush harder. "Open up again, just a little more to go."

The rest of the bowl is consumed in silence. Killer sets the bowl down and then lifts you up. You don't protest, putting your arms around his neck and nuzzling into his hair a little. It's comforting, and you realize, as he descends into the lower decks that you're shaking.

Killer's hand runs over your arm, soothing you as he walks. He only stops to open the door to the storage room. Stepping inside and closing the door, he sets you down on a crate. You can hear the wood slats creak and smell the familiar scent of woody dust. There's no rough wood directly under you, and you realize quickly that you're sitting on spare blankets. Killer must've set up the room beforehand, assuming that you'd prefer to be somewhere comfortable and dim.

This room was a good place for firsts.

"Ready, (Y/N)?"

Taking in a deep breath you let it out slowly and nod. "As I can be."

"It's really dim in here, so don't panic." He says softly, as you feel the cold nip of metal against your skin. There was a moment of tension and the sound of metal sliding across metal filled your ears before you hear the shears cutting into the bandage wrapped around your head.

The cloth went slack and you sat still as Killer removed the bandages and pieces of cotton that had been over your eyes. You hear the soft click of his metal mask, your eyes closed as you feel it settle against your thigh, next to you on the crate.

His warm arms wrap around you, hugging you close, and the anxious tears you'd been trying to hold back came out. You return the hug, burying your face and hands into the comforting mane of his wild hair. He holds you close, but he doesn't say anything, and just lets you cry for a few minutes.

After your fear subsides you lean back and dab your eyes on your shirt collar to at least mop up some of the tears before you tried to look around. You reach out for him and feel his hands wrap around yours, squeezing gently to reassure you.

"Haa, this is harder than I thought." You whisper hoarsely. "I've never been so nervous."

"It's okay, take your time. I'll stay down here as long as you need." He assures you.

You laugh, a mix of relief and bemusement. "Don't tempt me, I would happily keep you down here all to myself for days if I could."

You squeeze his hands and slowly open your eyes. The complete darkness that has been your world since the blast at the marine base gives way to little prickles of soft light. Your hands twitch against Killer, and you blink a few times, squinting against soft light that feels impossibly bright to you.

"Do you need me to dim the lantern more?" Killer asks. His voice is steady, but you can hear the hope in it.

You shake your head. "N-no, I'm... adjusting."

You look up at him with a smile, squinting a little still, but your eyes are slowly adjusting. The fuzzy blonde mess of hair seems impossibly unruly with your vision out of focus. There's no lines of blue and white to greet you, just the blurry outline of Killer's jaw and chin, most of his face lost to thick locks of hair.

You slip your hands from his and reach out to his face, you've touched his face before, tentatively and fleetingly, trying to avoid allowing your hands to see what your covered eyes could not. You hadn't wanted any clues before you had gotten his permission.

You know the answer, but you ask anyway. "May I?"

"Of course." He answers softly, and a low hum escapes him as your fingers slip along his jaw line. You run your fingers over his lips, and trace the light, slowly coming into focus lines of the few scars that mark his skin. Too few for what you had expected, and they were almost terrifyingly beautiful.

Lines that marked survival, lines that were yours to admire because he was still here despite whatever had caused them in the years before you had arrived. More of your sight adjusted, and the shape of his nose became clearer, the lines of his lips weren't just for your fingers to know and you found yourself leaning toward him.

Seeing the smirk play across his lips was delicious. To know the shape of a simple emotion like that as you brushed your lips against his, eyes closing as you enjoy the soft contact, it was a value you hadn't appreciated until now. You lean away from the kiss, nuzzling your nose against his lightly before leaning back further.

Your hands move to sweep his hair away from his face, but you pause.

"It's alright." He assures you again. "I want you to see everything." Killer moves his head enough to kiss the inside of your palm before releasing your hand.

You smile, and push his bangs aside gently, revealing the beautiful face you'd always suspected. Long thick lashes, and impossibly clear blue eyes that gaze steadily back at you while you took in his details. The few deep scars were the only indication of a violent life, one that had thankfully not taken his sight or life from him.

You lean forward, kissing the bridge of his nose, and along his forehead. You nuzzle your face against his as his arms wrap around your waist, holding you close.

"Would you be sad if I said you're beautiful?" You whisper. You felt him sigh softly, and his body shook a little like it did when he laughed.

"No, but only because it's you." He admits.

"It might be mean of me to say, but I'm suddenly glad you normally wear the mask." You admit, your voice and face taking on a bit of a pout as you lean back and look at him with a sheepish expression. "I'd rather not deal with beating away other ladies with my stick."

"I thought you said it was your quarterstaff." He teases, causing you to laugh.

Laughter falls into soft kisses, and the tender exchanges mingle with wandering hands. You tug on his shirt, pulling at the buttons gently. It wasn't a demand, but with your eyes uncovered and working you wanted to see him. All of him.

"Here?" He questions, kisses sliding down your neck as he undoes his shirt buttons for you.

"I want to see all of you." You murmur, helping him remove the now unbuttoned shirt.

The smile that adorns his face as his shoulders shift in a silent chuckle melts your heart. "I don't know if I could strip, do nothing, dress, and then carry you back to my room."

"Then... here." You run your fingers over his shoulders, your eyes drinking in the shape of his chest, the lines of his stomach. You felt a little lecherous, but you wanted to commit every part of him to memory.

He leans forward, kissing your lips as you hear him undo his belt. The passion between you both was strong, but it wasn't the hot and desperate need that had driven your first kiss, it was a sweet comfortable sensation that filled you slowly.

Completely naked, Killer turns around in a full circle, a soft smirk on his face. Stepping toward you he pulls off one of your shoes, then the other, tugging your socks off one at a time. You lean back and let him undo your belt, lifting your hips as he pulls your pants down. You pull your shirt off for him, sitting on the crate in nothing but your bra and panties.

Hands and lips wander over you. His touch was like fire against your skin. Goosebumps trail behind his touches, and warmth pools in the places his lips find. Your heart begins to race, and quiet heavy breaths disappear into the dim room. Killer's fingers undo your bra, moving it away fluidly as his rough fingertips brush across your sensitive and stiff nipples.

The sensation sends a jolt through you, your body tensing as you let out a shuddering cry. The blush rushes through you at the unexpected sound and the passion between you both catches fire. The gentleness stays, but there's an urgency to Killer's movements as his arm wraps around your waist, lifting you up long enough to tug your panties free, tossing them aside into some part of the storage room, neither of you giving them much thought.

He brings one of your ankles up to his shoulder, running his hand over your foot, steadying your leg as he kisses along the inside of it. Blue eyes watch you as his kisses slip along your leg. Your breath comes out faster before you succumb to the moans building in your throat, leaning back against the blanketed crate entirely.

His free hand roams over your hips, up your stomach and between your breasts. His thumb slips over your lips before he pulls his hand back, steadying your hips as his kisses continue up the side of your thigh. Hot lips push into your hot slit and his tongue teases your clit. Strong hands hold you in place as you squirm with pleasure.

You manage enough sense to run your fingers through his hair, pushing back the unruly bangs to get a better look at his face. Piercing blue eyes catch your gaze, and your breath is catches in your throat. Your whole body tenses, and you shiver as his tongue pushes into your pussy. There's a satisfied hum against your trembling body, and you feel yourself flush practically to your stomach.

His tongue is replaced by a thick finger, slipping into you easily from how worked up he has you. He kisses and licks your clit, pushing a second finger inside you, and causing you to moan against the pleasure filling you up. His fingers rub and spread carefully as wet, messy sounds fill the air.

After a moment Killer stands, holding your legs open wide, and rubbing his stiff flesh against your soaking folds. He licks his lips, brushing his hair back to be sure you can see his eyes again.

"Quite the reaction, little one." He teases, leaning down and kissing along your collarbone before moving up your neck.

"It's not my fault," you gasp, your hands fumbling across his back as your needy body trembles under him.

"You're good for my ego, (Y/N)." He purrs, a soft happy sound in his voice as he nips at your earlobe. He shifts so he's looking at you, inches from your face, eyes demanding your gaze. You can feel him lining up and pushing against your entrance.

"Let me know if it hurts," his voice was husky, deeper than usual, and serious. You nod, and he begins to push inside you. The sensation of being stretched causes your breath to hitch, but it doesn't hurt. He rocks his hips, pulling back a little before pushing back in, his steady gaze on you causing you to shift as well.

There's a soft gasp as some part of you seems to give way and you jerk at the pleasure of it, your legs curling around him, pulling you into him and burying him deep inside you in a single motion. There's a hiss from Killer, gritting his teeth against the sudden movement, and it takes him a moment to regain control of himself.

"Didn't hurt," you muse, rolling your hips against him, and watching his body shiver deliciously as you give him as much pleasure as he's giving you.

"Haa... yeah, I figured." His voice was airy, his breath as heavy as yours. He held your hips in place, straightening his back, and rubbing a thumb over your clit as he begins to move in a steady rhythm. Any thoughts you had of taking control vanish as the pleasure of being filled mixes with the pleasure of his rough thumb against that sharp bundle of nerves.

He slowly builds up to a faster pace, his thumb and hips working well together, and you feel the pleasure rising in you quickly. Your legs tense and shift, your toes curling and your breath coming out in faster sharper gasps.

"K-Killer!" You reach out for him, trying to pull him closer. "I'm gonna – gonna sc-scream, ah! Ki-kiss me!" You beg, tears pooling in your eyes as an overwhelming feeling swells in you.

Hooking your legs at the knees with his arms he leans down quickly, the pressure of his body pushing against your clit as his cock continues to drive into you. He kisses you deeply, pushing in past your lips and devouring you and your moans as the orgasm crashes into you. The first sounds were surprised squeaky noises, muffled by Killer's unyielding deep kiss, that quickly turned into throaty moans. The noises caught in your throat as your body tenses, and Killer breaks the kiss to let your last few strangled cries spill into the storage room.

His eyes close as your body tightens against him. His rhythm falling to pieces as you spasm and shiver against him. Uneven, shaky thrusts bring him over the edge, twitching deep inside you as his thumb teases you again, making sure you have every second of pleasure he can give you.

The euphoria on your face falters a little as he pulls out, but you have a satisfied smile as he lifts you up, seating himself on the crate and cradling your body with his. Neither of you were entirely out of breath or energy, but the happy afterglow of the moment was being fully appreciated.

"When you're able we need to get dressed," Killer states, kissing your forehead and hugging your body closer to his.

You smile, and there's a 'mischievous brat' tone dripping from you when you speak. "Done already?"

"I feel I'm being challenged, brat." Killer warns. His voice was dangerous, and the fire in his eyes was adding to it.

"Perhaps." You reply, curiosity spurring on your ill-considered course of action.

"No, I'm not done," he says, pinching you and eliciting and squeak. "I want to continue in my room."

Oh.

He swallows and clears his throat, looking away as his ears go pink. "Where House's condoms are."

...

OH.