Library - BMWWNight. She is in a library. She wandered around the mansion and ended up here. It is huge, she has to admit. She can sense dust and it smells like books. It smells like it should. For the months she's been here after the Watchtower had to be destroyed, she didn't have a chance to visit the place.
She moves quietly, illuminated by the moonlight. She lightly touches the backs of books. She wonders, which of them were in his hands. It is not a surprise for her, that her thoughts drift to him. They've been doing this for a long time.
She reaches for upper shelf. For a book smaller than the other ones, with a simple black cover. It looks old and she can see this is poetry. She opens it on a page, which seems to be read many times. It is a short poem.
When she's about to read the first line, she hears low voice behind her back. It runs from shadows of the shelves. He moved as quiet as always, she couldn't hear him. Still she did not get scared.
Put out my eyes, and I can see you still.
Laughter - BMWWHe's standing still, when she comes; his back in front of her.
He doesn't turn around. He's not sure he can let himself. He's not sure he would resist the urge to touch her, if he looked.
His breath dies in his lungs for a one moment, when he feels her hot lips on his nape.
He tries to regain his composure. Tries to speak. Tries to warn her.
She slowly makes her way around him. Her lips move across his bare shoulder, her fingers travel down his back, passing a soft fracture of few bandages.
When she is in front of him, he's not sure he's still breathing.
He can feel smoothness of her hair when she kisses his collar bone. The tips of her fingers examine every muscle of his chest and stomach. They caress every scar beneath them.
Her mouth finds its way along his jaw. Every breath she takes is like the fire on his skin.
He doesn't move even an inch.
Some voice, painful and hard voice, reverberating in the back of his mind, tells him that this is wrong. That he should push her aw